Conglomerate Softness

Conglomerate softness
Plying blissfully the scars off my wounds
An addictive activity with bleak endings
Leaving a small dent on my skin soon
 
A memento of this visit
Comforting words and faces explain greatly
The niceness in which days daze away sadness,
 
So I savour this.
 
A kiss of kindness disguises itself in the random acts of allegiance
Only friendship commits
On the edges of wit,
And the brinks of sanity
I treat my own mind with such levity that fails to address the subject topic.
 
One day I’ll get past this
Like the seasons which pass by the skies like temporary trips
Staying long enough to make you feel sad when it’s gone
But hopeful that it’s not lasting
Bombastically feeling nostalgia for everything.
 
The world makes me happy
In the way that happiness only exists within this realm
The only one we know
And for every day that I grow I show the fruits of my labour
Flavouring the air with words that fall out my mouth like crisp apples
Perishable but delicious and nurturing,
Though this apple tree can’t really fend for itself
It has gardeners who defend its’ health,
 
And I am so grateful
For this help to grow,
Hopefully through these fruits
I can show you
as well.

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Who?

Me

Identity.

It’s overrated.

Why label me?

Why create a profile?

Attempts to categorise, isolate, ostracize

Just so it’s easier to identify?

Who am I?

Get to know me.

Look into my eyes

Tell me your story.

You can read a summary of personality

But my face will tell you more than you’ll ever need

Observe the actions that I make

See the risks I choose to take

Remember what makes my eyes dilate

Keep in mind what keeps me awake

Grand sweeping generalisations

Cannot define who I am inside

My background only says so much

Of frameworks structures in my mind

And should magnification succeed

Microscopic details of my ways

Noted down in your trains of thought

Something that’s quite self-taught

Recall that my world’s seen differently

Through transmissions crafted uniquely

While communication still transmits

The clarity of signal can debate

Cast out a look

Hook back assumptions

A bunch of fictitious fickle fishes

I’m no sea creature

To be classified

Learn instead how waves pass my side

Glance past my guise

True selves arise

I am myself

Stamp yourself wise

But I am me

And nothing else

I am not a word you can look up,

I’m me.

Library Blues

Too many easy peelers
Make for such an awful headache
I'm in need of something sweeter
Or some kind of creamy bake

This essay prompt annoys me
The library destroys me
And so I surf the internet
And so I smoke a cigarette.

Sunday is a day of study shame
Just look around and see
Panicked faces enter quite rapidly
Come in for wishful thinking

To complete that horrific lit essay
To catch up on some reading
To check out a book for references
Pretending that we're learning

They try to make up for the days
Partying without pain
Then they wake up that next morning
Knowing here that they will stay

There are those who are to endure night
Desk stocked with good supplies
Cadbury, coffee, 
Sweeties too,
It's all a yummy lie

You'll eat it all within the hour
Stress equipped you with glutton power
And when saliva turns all sour
Bookshelves will make you cower

JK, that's just what I am seeing
In my own progress, it is steaming
Drunk with reluctance to actually work
I know I will go berserk