I lack a want.
I lack a need.
I lack a feeling of what I really want to see.
I lack a dream.
I lack a skill.
I lack a feeling of who I really want to kill.
I lack a heart.
I lack beauty.
I lack an absence of my stupidity.
And in all the things I lack, I look toward the sea. Praying to the universe; asking, is this really where I can become who I want to be?
When I reach the bottom of the sea, I touch the sand and slowly mimic Midas. All it's gold, all it's coves. I touch it all till I'm full of wanting more. I solidify the shores, the fish, the corals—sometimes losing sense of my morals.
But no matter the gold I endow, my future is still untold.
I am full of want.
I am full of need.
I am full of seeing what I really want to see
I am full of dreams
I am full of skills.
I am full of the person I wanted to kill.
I am full of heart.
I am full of beauty.
I am full of the absence of my stupidity.
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Poetry(2017) A book about feelings + freestyle poetry (?) I wrote some of the most cringe and emo shit, so bear with me.
