I had a weird day.
I woke up to a phone call saying I was covering a mid-shift.
On a Tuesday. On my day off.
Yeah, I'm probably over-exaggerating (yeah, I'm not), but that's not the point.
After I came home, I felt... compelled to look through some of my old things since I had the time.
So I stopped by my storage unit, grabbed a box of old papers dating back from God-knows-when, went home, popped in some old episodes of How I Met Your Mother and leafed through said box's contents with ambient, laughable background noise*.
And during that time, I came across an old poem I wrote back in high school. Granted, it's not my best work**, but... eh.
If anything, anything I post that dates back to this year can be used as a reference guide to show how I've either improved or stayed on the same plane between then and now.
It was a light poetry project where we had to throw up a poem. And I delivered. (I hope.)
* = And it's not just any background noise. It's totally legend-WAIT FOR IT.***
** = They say that an artist is their own worst critic. I subscribe to that theory.
"Life - The Master Manipulator"
By Josh D. "Whitey" Blanco
Life is the King of Dreams
pleasant, playful, perfect.
All about fun, success
faultlessness, friends,
love, contentment, power,
a care-free life.
We adore the King of Dreams,
for he rules us with
happiness, the light.
Life, however, is also the Queen of Nightmares
chaotic, cunning, confusing.
She makes you feel
worthless, alone, depressed.
She forces you to see
despair, destruction, death.
And darkness and dreariness
are what the Queen of Nightmares
rules this kingdom with.
I guess it could be said that
Life is nothing but a master manipulator
and we are nothing but mere marionettes.
Life tugs on our pull strings, lets us
achieve goals, find happiness, bring about peace.
But then Life pulls the other way
creating failure, grief, and bringing about war.
Life should just cut our strings and set us free...
Heh... well... I'll see you tomorrow.
Oh, wait; almost forgot...!
*** = -dary. LEGENDARY.
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