Category: Miscellaneous

You can pile on your grand counterarguments
New information, new excuse
I can present you with happened
But there’s nothing I can do
To make you accept you were wrong

The story behind this poem; only read this part if you’d like to hear my personal story. Skip if it you’d prefer to glean your own meaning from the poem:

I wrote this poem to help me vent my emotions about a specific dispute that happened. I am trying to convey how humans tend to event more and more arguments to solidify their initial impression in their mind even as more facts made it clear their position was wrong.

I Try to Fly So High

I want to try to fly.
My lie is that I’d fly so high.
I can try to fly.
I cry as I fly.

If I fly, I’ll die.
My cry will fly so high.
I buy the lie to fly so high.
I fly to strive to try.

I hide to not fly so high I’d die.
Can I just try to fly?
I cry each time I fly so high.
I lie as I try to fly.

My time to fly is nigh.
I must fly to not die.
Why lie when I can fly?
I must try to fly.

Don’t try to fly so high.
I fly to try to strive.
I fly so high I cry.
I fly so high I’ll die.

I cry, “Why can’t I fly?”
When I fly so high, I die.
I’d die to try to fly.
I try my lie that I will fly.

I strive to try to fly.
I fly with no cry to die.
I’d lie to fly so high.
I lied to fly so high I’d die.

My try is that I’d fly so high.
I lie that I will fly.
My cry will lie and die.
Less try. Just fly. Don’t die.

(An edited version of a former poem from a while ago to make it more how I wanted it)

Blast from the past:

Living in the space
There between the bullet
And the gun barrel