I am nothing but a poor copycat of ideas
(ideals)
Everything jumbles together in my head.
I'd bet my genetics have already wandered
(and roamed)
They succeeded in all the places I'll lose.
Because I am just cobbled together.
(piecemeal)
Run me over and make me into unique art.
I must be the only non-special thing here.
(unique)
A native in a field of alien invasives.
The words are entangled, messy in the mouth.
(unintelligible)
I dream of telling the stories of the stars.
Everything is cluttered between my teeth.
(nonsensical)
I've turned into a mix of everything I've eaten.
None of it is any good because it's all just a
(misunderstanding)
Of the art and the artist anyway.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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