Fragments- a small collection of passing poems from the day.

by Lo

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Fragments
Sections
The way I write
The only way that
words seem able to
come out like looking
at a shattered mirror without seeing
the whole.
I
am
fragmented.

~

Staring stare as you pass by
Eyes lingering not as predators
Simply as watchers
Aware
Maybe wanting
something
But never the look in their eyes like
they're actually going to
take it down
like they're a
predator.

~

Black and White
I like the colors mind you
Love the pop, the bold
but black and white are
just so graphic
so strong
so opposite
But maybe not
they're really more a
man-made combination
besides being on zebras.
Maybe they're a reflection
of myself, of how humanity
would like things to just be
so black and white and clearly
defined with a bit of color every
now and then.

~

I love writing on the page
The way my hand writing is just so
mine.
There is no exactness, no consistant
space or letters.

~

Silence
Everywhere
but for the hum of the cars passing by
like the rythems of the ocean waves breathing.
Silence
The smallest sound ringing strangely in my
bubbled feeling ears.
I feel alone in the depths of this
Alone but not so lonely.

~

You've disappeared almost all together
Not even lack of belief can make you
come back now.

~

Even

I still think you are beautiful, even brilliant
Even though I only ever see you in the
barest and not even passing moments.
I think you are a genius even with
everyone saying you are insane, that
you need help.
I am still
hopeful
That one day we may once again meet
under the Sycamore as I am now
and meet and talk as we did for
those days.
This bench was never ment for one,
never suited to a singular Odd number
but at least two. An Even number
Even me
Even you.