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Your Thought Never Happened

My manifestations of genuine

feeling

betray me

I say things

I later

regret

but

it’s that life you’re in

no such thing as thick or thin

no such thing as high or low

go slow

it’s gone and you never imagined

it would be

other than

what you did

what you said

what you saw

what you remembered

what it was

a regret is just a memory

poorly imagined

it’s gone

so forget it

or

remember it

as if you couldn’t remember it

because you know

you can’t

do

what you never did

Slacktivism Hypothesis

Slacktivism is at best

a hypothesis

unless

it’s true that

youtube makes me

better

by improving my attention

span to 3 minutes

or less

that one minute

is enough

to create a sensation

a movement

that spreads

across the globe in 24 hours

and is imitated

not because it’s adored

but because

it’s imitated for the sake of being

imitated

Slacktivism is at best

at its best

because 30 seconds is only enough time

to finish my most important thought

which may never come to me

if I only get three minutes

to remember

what everyone soon forgets

the fantastic

the funny

the adorable

the phenomenons

people remember the mundane

people idolize that or

who

which

no longer

exists

the only thing that exists

is you

after 3 minutes

when everything is paused

and you are forced to choose

between the dilemma 

of

creating

yourself

or watching

others create

that’s why slacktivism

is at best

the best hypothesis

for why

you should not be inspired

by anything

except yourself

because

who can do that

better

than

you

?

Mother’s Day

Excuse me if I sound annoyed

but

everyday is

Mother’s Day

there are no days off

no lack in memories

no incidents too small

every day

Mothers sacrifice

their time

energy

spirit

brain power

sleep

what little left over they have of motivation

all for the sake of

you

all of you

every last one of you

Mothers make

the world

goes round and round

Mothers create

people

go lost and found

whether you like your mother or not

every day

is Mother’s Day

so thank your mother

for being on this earth

she gave birth

to your ungrateful self

in sickness or in health

for rich or for poor

til death do you part

and even then

she is still

YOUR MOTHER

Iron Butterfly

Ironically

eloquence

comes in

your final

hours, days, months, years

of desperation

after you’ve already asked politely

then questioned confusedly

erupted in anger

fallen silent

and erupted again

began to hate everyone

for a day

and everything

for an hour

lies seemed like the

only flowers that bloomed

after meaningfully meaningless discussions

which you wonder

really existed

in your mind

is where it all began

you went left

instead of right

you forgot you had to fight

things seemed easy for a while

you lingered too long on a smile

and now

ironically eloquence

comes in

your flickering final

glimpses of sanity

you know you’re not going to win

unless

you fly

Resistance-in-love

images

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m here

doesn’t mean

be mean

don’t say what you mean

lean into your dislike

of my fight

let me know what’s wrong

what’s right

I’m here

doesn’t mean

don’t say

how you feel

forget to be real

imagine you’re in a soap opera

fantasy

you’ve seen on TV

you forgot you were free

you have choice

your voice

is a spiritual instrument

that provides nourishment

or disease

I’m here

doesn’t mean

look down on me

tell me my lipstick is missing

when I never bought it

or bought into it

I feel fine

sometimes I drink wine

sometimes I hang with this

or that one

I’m not ashamed to have fun

tell me my clothes are not right

tell me my shoes are too bright

when you put up a fight

that’s how I know I’m alright