This started as a short poem. One paragraph. That was all it needed. And then I ended up writing more the next time around. Here are both the poems, because they're both very different in what they mean to me:
Character flaws: I :
My only sin
Is not being sin cera
For marble still has it easy.
Humans,
On the other hand
Are chipped in places and ways
Marble could never take
and still stand.
I'm standing.
My only sin
Is not being sin cera
For marble still has it easy.
Humans,
On the other hand
Are chipped in places and ways
Marble could never take
and still stand.
I'm standing.
Character flaws: II :
My only sin
Is not being sin cera
For marble still has it easy.
Humans,
On the other hand
Are chipped in places and ways
Marble could never take
and still stand.
I'm standing.
So is my friend.
We're not chipped in mirror images.
That would have been easy.
Counterproductive even.
For easy come and easy go
Isn't just a cliche.
And I'd like our friendship to last
Therefore, it must be a task
To keep it standing.
I'm still standing.
So is my friend.
Her screams
My silent outcry
My word, sword
Her tears run dry
Still standing
A man
And three of us to tango
Hurt, broken
Flirt, let go
Still standing
That bitch, whore
Aggresive, passive
One day, live let live, distance
The next, joint at the hip
Still standing
We are chipped
But we make it work
You don't have to be sin cera
To be sincere
And keep standing.
Is not being sin cera
For marble still has it easy.
Humans,
On the other hand
Are chipped in places and ways
Marble could never take
and still stand.
I'm standing.
So is my friend.
We're not chipped in mirror images.
That would have been easy.
Counterproductive even.
For easy come and easy go
Isn't just a cliche.
And I'd like our friendship to last
Therefore, it must be a task
To keep it standing.
I'm still standing.
So is my friend.
Her screams
My silent outcry
My word, sword
Her tears run dry
Still standing
A man
And three of us to tango
Hurt, broken
Flirt, let go
Still standing
That bitch, whore
Aggresive, passive
One day, live let live, distance
The next, joint at the hip
Still standing
We are chipped
But we make it work
You don't have to be sin cera
To be sincere
And keep standing.
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