My life is a series of well-meaning texts,
\nWritten with a different connotation.<\/p>\n
There are very few things that are real anymore,
\niPhones aren\u2019t real, film cameras are.<\/p>\n
Good music is real,
\nBut bad music more so.<\/p>\n
Celebrities, politicians, propaganda, and Instagram are not,
\nAlong with people who exclusively walk around with headphones in.<\/p>\n
Art is real, but sadly dead.
\nSame with all the great poets.<\/p>\n
I always get out my notebook and pen,
\nNever write in my notes app.<\/p>\n
Although, all the good poems have already been written,
\nBy someone other than me.<\/p>\n
I could say anything in a poem,
\nIt could be the best thing ever written.<\/p>\n
And no one would read it,
\nIt could say:<\/p>\n
\u201cI never thought about growing old, until I thought about you.\u201d
\nOr,<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll give you one more chance
\nUntil the word \u2018one\u2019 loses all meaning.\u201d<\/p>\n
And no one would read it.
\nSo, I sprinkle in my lines,
\n(And sometimes I plagiarize)
\nInto conversations.<\/p>\n
Lines like: \u201cIt ends or it doesn\u2019t.\u201d
\nOr,<\/p>\n
\u201cThe whole day is mine \/ temporarily, \/ anyhow.\u201d
\nAnd I\u2019ve never been called out,<\/p>\n
They\u2019re only partially listening,
\nMusic blasting in their ears.<\/p>\n
Someone more educated than me once said,
\n\u201cWe are the universe experiencing itself.\u201d<\/p>\n
But if that\u2019s the case,
\nI hate to disappoint,<\/p>\n
Cause I\u2019m sure the universe had better things to do, Why is it I do my best work, I have an essay to write, My poems are. There are only so many interpretations of Shakespeare\u2019s sonnets, These lines are probably all words I read on the internet, I try to have meaningful conversations, And I, Falling to my knees, Metaphors are real, Let sleeping dogs lie, Tell me you love me, You don\u2019t dance because you can hear the music, I was born to be real,
\nThen buy a coke from the vending machine for the 5th<\/sup> night in a row.<\/p>\n
\nWhile procrastinating my important work.<\/p>\n
\nBut schoolwork isn\u2019t real,<\/p>\n
\nAlthough the one thing they have in common is my inability to create and original thought.<\/p>\n
\nAnd there aren\u2019t any classics being written anymore.<\/p>\n
\nAnd my brain convinced me they\u2019re my own.<\/p>\n
\nBut it\u2019s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.<\/p>\n
\nThat pin.<\/p>\n
\nBegging you to listen.<\/p>\n
\nBut so overused.<\/p>\n
\nAnd to my face,<\/p>\n
\nWith a smile on yours.<\/p>\n
\nYou dance because you were born to.
\nThat\u2019s real.<\/p>\n
\nAlthough it\u2019s been really hard to
\nLately.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"