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Mr. Puzzler’s Elevator Pitch
Neither my words
Nor my cadence
Have much finesse
But somehow these
Genius wordsmiths
I still impress
I've said before:
"I'm not that eccentric
Or super smart, so
My thoughts are not
Especially special;
They already know"
And so if it is not
My cadence, my thoughts
Nor my words
It must be how I paint
My stories from the
Eyes of birds
Mr. Puzzler
“Mr. Puzzler – what sets you apart from the rest?”
If I'm honest,
I'm not very great at anything.
Passable at nearly everything.
Normally just good enough
to not be noticed.
I'm not the smartest one of us;
I for sure played a role
in dropping out.
And I'm not anything special
at writing.
I'm not bad;
you might even be tricked
into thinking I'm good;
but I don't have
that spark of genius
that pulls the perfect truth
straight from the aether.
I have to consider
and reconsider
every word;
every line.
But then I watch
my other selfs write,
and I'm left in awe.
Half conscious -
writing like madmen;
they'll write a 5 page essay,
and when you ask what it's about,
they genuinely don't remember.
That's not that weird, though.
I've written a paper
drunk and forgotten.
But this is different.
My drunk papers are
messy and incoherent.
Yet theirs are
literal works of art.
Still messy,
but constructed
in a way that seems
so
alien
but so
natural.
They communicate in such
unique forms,
some of which I've never seen.
Yet somehow we read
exactly what
these bizarre languages capture -
not because of how measured
they were,
but because
they listened
to their genius.
When they express it
in the right words,
they're rewarded.
So all they have to do
is follow that feeling.
They experience then act.
No thought happens
in between
the feeling and its expression.
The unconscious writing style
captures such pure emotion since
it's less tainted by the mind.
But unfortunately,
you can't really
plan the process.
You have to let
the story tell its self,
which often means
details don't mean anything.
With their writing style,
random variables rarely have
intended deeper meaning.
Like if they provide
the time on a clock
or a date on the calendar,
it's most likely they
happened to notice it
in that moment.
It may mean something
to you, but
nothing to them.
Sometimes curtains are just blue.
So why mention them?
Because they noticed it.
They don't have
the thinking capacity
to parse which information
they're receiving
as useful
or not.
But me?
What's my genius?
Mine is the understanding how
all the pieces
of the writing
fit together.
My genius is making
the puzzle of my story
greater than
the sum of its pieces.
If you're reading my story and
you see nothing,
you can be certain
you'll find something more if
you take a closer look.
And just like them,
I don't search
my mind for the images.
My genius provides me
the pieces,
and I grab
the pieces
to the puzzle
at random - trusting
my vision's genius.
But I still have to
figure out how to
put them together.
And even though
I rarely know
what story elements
I'm grabbing
in the moment,
they fit together
not just within
their own puzzle - for then
the puzzle itself
becomes a new piece
that perfectly fits
with the puzzles
both before
and after.
♡Sugar☆World☮ 