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#NPM Day 4- Shoulder Company

#NationalPoetryMonth

Prompt: Write with a partner

TW: Suicidal themes



Life.

That's the one I was given.

God willing

it won't be the one that I take.

I will be the one that I make.

That's right,

you're supposed to make.

Make as in

create.

DO I create a life?...

Sure, let's do that...

Make a life so I don't need to fake a life.

But going through its almost like

I have to fake a life

because its not as simple as I want it to be.

Take a life.

Make a life.

Fake a life.

What's the difference?


The difference? Yea, well

the difference is that

there isn't,

as in

any difference.

Because there's still "life" in it.

Take

make

fake--

there's still four instances for life

isn't it?

But pause.

Let's talk about life.

Let's talk about life like,

its the sweetest most impactful thing we'll ever mortally do.

Let us reason about life through the rosiest colored glasses.


The only one that we have is the one that we make. This can be yet still the one that we still take and fake but let's not

de

ja

vu

because there are no do-

or

de

ja

vu

overs

with

Life.

Am I right?

So take it

make it

fake it.

Existentially

monumentally

and of course

so

non-sensically.

My So Called Life-- its the only one I'll get,

or so they claim.

But they've never left

so how could they possibly be right?

Suppose I

continue to

de

ja

vu

what I do

until I pass.

Its like a game

and its all the same

the Hail Mary is threw...


Yes,

AND,

I hear you.

But back to those flowered glasses.

Those

moments passed with

all the makings of a feel good Hallmark movie.

Do me

a favor

and reach deep into the recesses of your mind.

Think back to the times

life wasn't this conundrum

to make

fake

or take...

Remember summer days

and

springtime nights.

Winter and fall lights

where it all was just right

and we were as untouchable as the sun.

As pure and

untouched

as The One

we

all

go

back

to.

You feel me now,

don't you?

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