Fluke

Was it flash in the pan?

Was it heat lightening?

Did I ever join the clan?

Was I never frightening?

Where went my skills?

Where went my wit?

Before downing the pills

Have I always been shit?

Do I need more explatives?

Must I be more surreal?

Must I begin to live?

Must I begin to feel?

Where went the accolades?

Where went the love?

Have I not been the renegade?

What happened to Dove?

My notes are all flats

My screws are all loose

I vowed not to be a brat

But I cant find the truth.

I miss all of you.

All the ones that I hurt.

But the portrait I drew

Was quite terse and curt.

I'm failing the quiz

Was it all just a fluke?

But the biggest question is

why I killed my father like Luke.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About my relative success and subsequent failure here. This must be how Victor Cruz feels (give or take).

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Some people may hate

This statement

Word by word it is

What it is

And sometimes

It is more

Then what may be seen

Or what they're looking for.

Cuz it is what it is

And a chill up the spine

When you know it is right

And you don't give a damn.

KS

What they say

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Right on, KS, right on.

Right on, KS, right on.

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Oh the drama of respected

Oh the drama of respected writing. Who needs respect or popularity, true poetry only cares for the souls voice and the rest of us hope we can for a moment joint each other's humanity in a symbiotic empathy. You are enough. ;) loved this read it challenged my ideas on why I write and what I write and for whom, and the difference. :) hugss


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Yay! Im glad you liked. I

Yay! Im glad you liked. I tried to get over the drama tho :P