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    XIX. Remainder

    You say you'll get up, but you don't.
    You consider your desk to be,
    Your battle station and the one place,
    Free of responsibility or ridicule.
    Food and drink become secondary,
    When all of your desires are fueled by,
    Your want for light humor and entertainment.
    As if, people who seem confident around these,
    Parts and this day are often the worst.
    Almost no one feels normal in their skin,
    You grow on the outside, and shrink on the inside,
    So much that your heartbeat feels alien.
    In a home that's broken,
    Where familial relations feel like shards of glass,
    And your numbing agent is false positivity,
    I guess everything feels nice.
    But if you live your life in the facade,
    You'll never know just how out of place you feel.
    Innovations being crafted by the big ones,
    While you're here, abusing their work for,
    Meaningless stimulation.
    I don't say these things to sound superior,
    Or to come out on top with you on the bottom.
    Until my eyes opened from the strain,
    I too lived in a fake world.
    I was comparable to a plastic doll,
    In a play mansion.
    I had to sleep while I was awake.
    I had to work on projects I'll never start.
    I had to end relationships that never began.
    Maintenance.
    Everyone overcome it.
    When opposites become,
    Assimilated into your life,
    It becomes very hard to stop sleeping.
    Don't be the one that stays in too long,
    Don't be the crowd everyone's in now,
    Be the,
    Remainder.
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    Dope! Always impressive language with your stuff Lud


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    XX. Maybe a Puppet Show

    You see, I used to fear it,
    I used to think that it was bad,
    Everything must be finalized,
    And turned into a stew in your mind.
    If you're not aware,
    You're nothing.
    But now I can wear it with pride.
    Uncertainty.
    I can say that cells,
    And drops,
    And sprinkles,
    So many components of uncertainty,
    Course through my veins.
    That being said,
    What I see in my mind is,
    Maybe a puppet show.
    I see you when you're standing,
    An endless plain of white meets your feet.
    While you're laughing and pointing,
    I'm off somewhere in the back.
    Maybe I'm not your subject,
    And maybe I'm not you,
    Uncertainty again,
    But what's important is that
    I can hear you.
    And I can see you.
    The view from here is fine,
    There's no need to move.
    You're talking like you're so calm,
    The mess that we're all entangled in,
    That mess is somehow nothing to you,
    And you can stand with others and have,
    Not only the audacity, but the mind to stare,
    And point, and laugh at other people.
    Well how dare you?
    I see your eyes and I see nothing to deify,
    No,
    What I see is someone unsure.
    You're under a trance,
    And maybe you don't know,
    But I know.
    You can't speak if you feel you'll stand out.
    The way to go unopposed is to
    Totally transform yourself into nothing.
    Allow your mind to crash so low,
    So low that you can't realize you're
    Basically one of the people you're antagonizing.
    You're on strings being controlled by people
    Who are smart enough to know how to
    Control people who are dumb enough.
    That's you.
    Maybe it's a misunderstanding.
    Maybe it's not.
    This could be many things.
    Maybe a ritual.
    Maybe a joke.
    Maybe a puppet show.
    While you may laugh at my suggestions,
    And you may argue you're living free,
    You're not.
    Just because you can't see the shackles
    That adorn your wrists and ankles,
    It doesn't mean they're not there.
    What's going on?
    Maybe it's a psychological prison.
    Maybe a puppet show.
    Last edited by Katz; 04-28-2017 at 09:03 PM.
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    XXI. The Legless Spider

    I've always been fascinated by spiders.
    To most humans, they invoke fear.
    I can't blame those who get scared.
    Dark, unfeeling, fast, and always inconvenient.
    But I have noticed that there are more to spiders,
    More than most people know.
    If you take a spider and decide
    To rip one of its eight legs off,
    It doesn't scream,
    Or squirm in pain,
    It either attacks you,
    Or it runs away.
    But a spider without a leg can live.
    With no sentience, it goes on as if
    Nothing happened.
    But we're above that.
    Something did happen,
    But that little spider can still live
    And can still be dark,
    And it still can't feel,
    And it's still fast,
    Still inconvenient.
    A spider without its leg manages
    The same as a spider with all eight.
    People can also lose legs.
    Sure in the literal sense,
    But mentally, humans can go through
    The exact same ordeal.
    Psychologically, some people have had
    One of their eight legs ripped off.
    I've always found it quite interesting
    To see all the little ways that every
    Different person chooses to live their life.
    Sure we ridicule people when they do
    Things a certain way,
    But is it not fascinating?
    Is it not incredible that people
    All do things?
    Everyone does something.
    Even if they're a spider missing a leg,
    They still do something.
    My spider right about now is missing
    All eight of its legs.
    A spider without one leg can live,
    But we haven't accounted for a spider
    With absolutely zero legs.
    There's not much that I can do but
    Sit and pretend everything is fine.
    For you spiders only missing one leg,
    Everything is fine for most of the ride,
    But who is there to comfort me?
    Who will help the spider with no legs?
    No one.
    Spiders are inconvenient,
    But with the stomp of your shoe,
    They're gone.
    Usually they're pretty tricky,
    But this spider living in your house
    Happens to have no legs.
    This was how I lived, and how I
    Still choose to live most of my life.
    I view myself as this spider with no legs.
    Beyond what most people can understand,
    I have the qualifications to be a legless spider,
    But we're greater than that.
    It's true that spiders can't scream, or cry,
    But we can.
    Even if it's hard to escape your headspace,
    And if it feels like you're pushing a boulder
    Uphill in a windstorm, naked, while it's freezing,
    We can do it.
    We can scream.
    We can cry.
    Some people find it quite silly when others scream,
    Some people find it quite silly when others cry,
    But that doesn't matter.
    Everyone does something.
    Is it not fascinating?
    Is it not incredible that people
    All do things?
    If you think you're a legless spider, you can still do
    Things.
    I'm not here to lie to legless spiders,
    When you're waiting in the house
    To be crushed by a shoe,
    There isn't much you can do.
    Beyond any allegory, just as a human,
    There's not much you can do.
    You won't wanna wake up,
    You won't wanna move,
    And you don't have to.
    Spiders, even legless, can't scream.
    Spiders, even legless, can't cry.
    But that's why you're not really
    A legless spider.
    You can scream.
    You can cry.
    If that's all you can do,
    Do it.
    Let the world hear that you're
    More than a spider.
    You're more than a legless spider.
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    XXII. Curtain Call

    Have you ever considered,
    That one day,
    One day,
    Everyone you know stops?
    Nothing beyond that,
    They just stop.
    They turn from friends,
    From lovers, from family,
    And turn into ghosts,
    That haunt your pictures.
    The guy you punched,
    In the hallway, in jest,
    The same guy you drank,
    With last Thursday goes,
    From being your friend,
    To being a memory,
    To being static,
    To being radio silence.
    Worst of all,
    They go from being radio silence,
    To being nothing.
    It's easy for everyone to say,
    That they'll always remember those lost.
    It's easy for everyone to say,
    That they'll let you live in their heart.
    But most hearts are at capacity,
    And before long, hearts are more,
    Concerned over other affairs,
    And you're only remembered when prompted.
    People want to believe that love,
    Lasts forever.
    The truth is that once enough time,
    Passes, what you wanted finally happens.
    You're not the tragic boy gone too soon,
    You're just someone a few people will remember.
    And once those people die, well,
    Then you have no one to remember you.
    I wonder.
    I've left a trail of blood and scars,
    Blood and scars people can't clean off.
    I wonder.
    After I'm dead, and after I'm radio silence,
    When only a few people remember me,
    And when those people die, too,
    Would it not be peaceful?
    For you, would it not be peaceful?
    A new draft of the world,
    And in this version,
    There's no one left who knows you,
    No one's there to ask if someone remembers you,
    Because everyone who remembered you,
    And anyone who would ask,
    Has already died.
    In this world, new people can make mistakes,
    Maybe they'll repeat your mistakes,
    But no one's there to inform them.
    That's life.
    A series of people repeating another,
    Faceless gust of wind's mistakes.
    Until eventually they die and so does,
    Anyone with the memory of them.
    And life still progresses.
    Generations of radio silence.
    And life still progresses.
    So many things that you think are important,
    But after the final curtain call,
    When no one, not even you, remembers you,
    When that happens.
    When all of your life's work is dust,
    Life still progresses.
    With that in mind,
    Would it not be peaceful?
    Last edited by Katz; 12-19-2017 at 11:59 PM.
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