Explanation: This is a poem that I wrote a while back. I like to look back on the poems that I wrote in the past, because it gives me the ability to map myself. It's a really good exercise actually! I can figure out where I was, emotionally and mentally, which helps me to guide my actions at times when I'm not thinking clearly.
Whereas: My life is a multitude of parallel dimensions in which no decision is without eternal consequence, and (!)
Whereas: "I" - the writer and narrator of this particular version of the "self" - have not the ability to see beyond my present, nor the skills necessary to communicate with the shattered mirror and bug-eyed multifacets of my potential direction, and (!)
Having but this one, singu-fucking-lar opportunity to alter the choice that has currently been the current affecting my flow!
HEREBY "I" do BANISH the "SELVES" that have the ability to decide the course of "ME" and manifest as Doubt, Fear, Anger, & Hate.
To Doubt, alias Depression, Despair, Downtrodden - I rebuke the dimension you stem from; I am of more substance than your usual fare. BEGONE!
To Fear, alias The Forgotten, The Forlorn - Your breath is a poison for which "I" know the cure; your fingers can reach the breached dimension no more!
To Anger and Blood and the Torrent it Rips breaking attitude and saying sooths that seal minds and lips - Put your weapons down because "I". AM. IMMUNE.
and to the Hate I so Hate - the only thing you taught is to not let me cradle the seeming niceties of those "selves" BUT
No longer will - "I" hate "ME"
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- JL grillo
- Washington, DC, United States
- I am an experimental artist - writing poetry, illustrating urban-inspired designs, and collecting ideas everywhere I go. Over the past four years I’ve been an avid art-journaler – which is to say I’ve been keeping a journal that is loaded with illustration, narratives, collage, and just about every other kind of visual you could imagine. I create the pages in my journal over the course of several hours, or days, or weeks depending on what kind of inspiration possess me at the time. For me, the most interesting thing about the creation of art is the unexpected.
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