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A Candid Assessment
Crimson leaves, falling
The words echo through my eyes like a torrid horror, acres sprawling
Trials and experiments melt to the moment like aged men, recalling
Times when the world mother wasn’t squished like another
Venture without worth, an ointment for crushed souls and city burdened pains,
Meant to smother worries rather than grow and heal the human frame
Young Sensei whispered his wisdom to ears focused on a test, heart in disrepair,
More worried about institutions and unnatural numbers than the pervading rips and tears
In a modern reality, pervading every sense of time and love in searches for constitutionality and,
Weary, I turn to this triangle of wooded land, I know not the angles nor the sides, wary
Of compartmentalizing my time,
As I’ve tried not to learn from speakers forged in metals and mined
For popular commercial success that cuts into me,
Me, a mut of internet influence and experiences some drown in wines,
Others sketch their messes of personal Valentines
To a world dwindling and dying to screeching infants and cinderblocks
And so they fall, crimson blood of a wounded and dying beast
Muted yellows and dry browns surround my downhearted outpost before the deceased
World, and so
like man
nature
falls
down.
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Note: I don't think the formatting carried over (Lines spilled over). This piece was inspired by a short exerpt from a standardized test, which is why I played around with wording in the title. After parsing out my ideas, it definitely seemed more of a spoken-word type piece...it sounded good when I read it aloud, but didn't look to clean on paper. Poetry, I think, is meant to be read aloud anyways. Someone reading this can connect to a number of ideas - the transcendentalist themes, the modern conservationalist approach, or even the raw inspiration (the test was well-discussed among teens). Ultimately, the piece is an attempt to toy with language, and I hope you can enjoy its candid nature.