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Mingsum Cj Poem
Everything is nothing.
…
That’s a stupid way to begin a poem.
What does that even mean?
Everything is actually a whole lot.
My academics are not up to par.
My talking stage is a disaster.
My friendships are under maintained.
And my self worth has never been worse.
Is that everything?
No.
Yes.
Maybe
This feels wrong.
Writing this I mean.
There's no flowery metaphors.
Or complex language you have to google.
I’m watching this alabaster monolith succumb to attrition.
My agastopia has atrophied into revulsion.
I hew and hew and hew ad infinitum.
Until the simulacrum in the glass of car doors is unrecognizable.
Does this fit your standards?
No.
Yes.
Maybe
Helpful.
Tell me what you want.
And it’s yours.
To be captured, defined, and accepted.
To obtain perfection in a messy broken sense.
For my being to extend right up against the walls set around me.
No further than that.
To be viewed top down and admired.
To be better than I am.
You’re losing yourself.
I see it.
Stop romanticising your pain.
It’s ugly.
I know.
You will soar.
You will fall again.
You will break.
You will rebuild.
You will move.
You will station yourself.
Someday.
You will have everything.
Everything is nothing.
Exactly.
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Mingsum Cj Poem
There is this runway
Where I take off
But I am too busy watching the sky
To know I’m still on the ground
If I close my eyes I can pretend
that what is, isn’t
But I am going to accelerate
At breakneck speed
And I cannot brace myself
I want to run
I want to run
I want to run
Take me off this plane
I don’t want to fly
I cannot hold my composure
I will jump
I will jump
I will jump
Don’t test me
I will out of spite
My pride will get the better of me
I will stop
I will sigh
And pick up my pieces again
I will lie on the tarmac
Watch the sky
And forget about the runway
Copyright © Mingsum CJ | Year Posted 2025
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