Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
I don’t care, what you think, of me. I don’t care, that you may laugh at me, or throw your hatred towards what you don’t understand.
By Katie 3 months ago in Poets
I walk in a world of inequities. Born of a generational rot. The roots run deep and spread invasively. Covering all that resist.
It has been a journey. My journey. A journey of learning, of growing, of self acceptance. A long journey, fraught with setbacks and needless shame.
By Katie 4 months ago in Poets
I dissolve. Like a sand castle pulled back to the sea, disappearing with every wave, I am vanishing. Though I stand before you as always, what I could have become is eroding away. Leaving behind a indistinguishable golem, an automation of clay.
At what point do the objects in a simulation become aware of their own predicament? Can they, upon deciphering this, begin to influence their own futures?
Was I always such a fool, played again and again? Forever manipulated, forever controlled. Never learning, easily a step or two behind.
Everyday I pose to myself, what shall I do? Most days it’s already decided. Go to work. Living that safe life of routine.
It seems the older I become, the harder it becomes to change. Were I a ship, I believe my rudder to be too small. No matter how hard I push against the current, I gain little against it. Ultimately returning to a course not to my liking.
That night, so long ago. Flashes of it remain, sharp in my memory. It was a night, it was the night, that solidified my identity.
Finding luck. Does it even exist? It must for some. How easily some slide through their lives, hopping from lily pad to lily pad. Always landing perfectly, never a second thought to the possibility of it being any other way.
What truths do gravestones tell? Besides the dates inscribed. Loving husband, devoted wife, these words adorn many a stone.
What comes? Do they know? Have they been lying to us all along? All the science is there, certain people have told what they think is going to happen. What they believe is happening as I write these words.