A Poem About Nothing In Particular.

I think about those days at times

Growing up in the background

The kid everyone made fun of.

Self-esteem on zero, funny thing though,

I don’t blame them, If I saw myself then,

I’d probably join in.

First crush ever

Pours juice over my lunch

“Just a hunch…

…But I don’t think she likes me”

I’d say to myself…

…Optimism on 100.

High-school,

Never felt like I belong

Friends lasting as long

As your reputation holds,

People’s opinion’s defining

How I saw everything.

Paints and pencils

Painting my escapism

For the better part of ten years,

Comic panels and speech bubbles

Bringing my pictures to life;

What other company was there?

16 years in

I then realized I’ve harbored

More anger than I’ve let on;

Secluding myself,

Preferring my own company

Over others,

Building walls

“The Other Side”

Was rather occupied.

How could I

Not be good at academics

When assignments

Where the only variants

My life ever had?

Relationships?

HAH!

That’s a good joke,

Abysmal defines most

Anything remotely close

To being serious

Was a no-go.

Why wait for someone else

To disappoint me

When I could do that perfectly?

Didn’t really care about anything

Or anyone,

Well, except a select few,

And then I met poetry.

– Original-Dante ©2016

To be continued (?)

Giving Direction.

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Time it perfectly

And you’ll see

The smallest glimpse

Of a lightning fast

Air-drawn map

Giving directions

To everything better

Than today.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: htpb