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Drink up

for comfort, if nothing else

By My Name Is Not CypressPublished 8 months ago Updated 8 months ago 1 min read
Drink up
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Tick... tock...

Humans invented mirrors.

Before that. There’s water.

Blurry silhouettes were all we had of what we look like.

What we are.


Tick... tock...

Humans invented cameras.

Before that, memories are

kept as delusionally beautiful or most of the time ugly as

we remembered them.


Mirrors are to reflect.

Cameras are to capture.

Time runs along and

now, both are to deceive.

With the aid of filter, the new eyes can only see what they want to see.


I am no longer able to find the comfort

of a feather bed in a chamber dimly lit

of the warm raw beer on the side of the sea salted streets

of the strength in someone’s words, not needing to be called “oaths”

of the weight in an exchange of nothing but a few known looks


everything but lies weighs little to nothing nowadays

strangers roam among the familiar

no one you can truly know

So drink up the past, my friend!


before the poison loses its potency

drink up

before the now catches up to you

singing the cruel yet the last truthful prophecy.

tick... tick... tick...

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My Name Is Not Cypress

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  • Stephanie J. Bradberry4 days ago

    I love your poetic voice!

  • Loryne Andawey5 days ago

    This was so lyrical and deep. I enjoyed your haikus, but your longer poems are exquisite.

  • Joelle Nanula ✨2 months ago

    This is incredible

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