[13 May 2022]
234 – Loud Mirrors
Your Facade can never Face
Whatever it is which You fear
'til this Truth can You embrace:
You're -merely- shouting at Mirrors
232 – Punching Smoke
Whatever makes you happy 😊 it’s worded perfect from my perspective, so I personally wouldn’t change a thing. But the beauty of poetry means you’re more than welcome to reflect & express yourself in whatever way satisfies your own experience with the words. Art is dead. Words are meaningless sounds & squiggles ’til the reader sees something more, so if all you see is a mess not worth exploring, who am I to disagree? It doesn’t change what I can see.
No, thank you. I’m happy with my vision currently. There’s nothing wrong, other than a typo here or there. My aesthetic is intentional & I’m satisfied with its presentation. It just doesn’t speak to you the same way. If I’m honest, I’m somewhat confused by your frustration. I’m not forcing you to read it, nor telling you this is the way you should write. I’m not even calling you wrong. “Who am I to disagree?” Remember? So why not just down vote & be satisfied? What good is it to try & change me?
A popular critique, so it’s not just you. The beef of the message isn’t written like that if you decide to come back for a second look. The original piece is written in prose with a bit of rhythmic backbone, but looks & sounds much more normal & easier to absorb.
I capitalize my titles. It just happened to turn into a poem midway through making it since my writing warmed up & I just kept going, so I get why my strange style keeps tripping people up. I moved most of it to the bottom.
It’s messy by design. It’s at the end since it’s the least important part. I realize most people won’t want to read it. It’s there for the person who is always confused, to feel something familiar, then realize “no wonder I never know what’s going on if that’s what’s happening in my head.” Congrats, you’re not cursed with it.
& I don’t distinguish between poetry. I let the reader decide how to approach the words. I write it all with poetic flow; so how you read it changes meaning. Art is dead.
Because it smells like alien teen spirit. You’re confusing an öDD Aesthetic meant to capture an outside perspective using Weird grammar – with a synthetic sensation experienced from artificially reproducing flow & form with no actual intention. Both have a distinct non-human feel. The difference is that those seemingly random choices no human would make, stop being random when put back into the context of the whole story, noticing how they fit like puzzle pieces to reveal a subliminal story.
Paper-Tiger Poacher
Addressing Projection
Post they’re referencing + additional comments + author’s note
Failures Achieve When Life Asks “Who Am I, Really?” – While Successful Silver Spoons Only Reflect what. Society Maniacally Decided Be Best For “me”…
[Something that’s particularly funny to me about these comments is the irony this is my 1st post to ever get enough positive attention to make it to the Most Viral on Imgur (where I occasionally upload poetry). Most of my posts end up in the negatives, but this is my one and only post to get hundreds of upvotes, so clearly, I’m not the only one who can find meaning in my words.]
[I guess it’s funny to me because of all my absurd poems that I expect to be misunderstood & downvoted to oblivion, these people chose to die on the one that empirically disagrees with their claims of my inability at communication. Normally only I can see Genius pulling the strings of my Poetry – but I don’t even have to pat my own back this time. I don’t even have to try to defend myself when Popularity’s numbers can clap back for me.]
The Blunt Way To Explain That You’re düMb
194 – “I, the Writer; You, the Reader” | How Poetry Echos The Reader [I]
195 – “I, the Writer; You, the Reader” | How Poetry Echos The Reader | [II]
196 – “I, the Writer; You, the Reader” | How Poetry Echos The Reader | [III]
197 – “I, the Writer; You, the Reader” | How Poetry Echos The Reader | [IV]
♡Sugar☆World☮ 
Happiest Birthday, Noah 🎉
best wishes and richest blessings your way and to an amazing day 🤍🎉
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Thank you so much! You remembered my birthday before I realized it was already here, haha. I really appreciate you made wishing me happy birthday a priority. When I even forget so much about myself, I kinda default to thinking so will everyone else.
I’ve never held too tightly onto my birthday. It just never felt special enough for me to make a big deal about it. I never expected friends to remember, so kinda just let them forget. So I got used to not getting any best wishes. So it felt strange in a good way getting it today.
I was happy with just the sentiment from a few days ago, but you going out of your way again to say it again on the actual day made my real birthday actually feel special for once, and not just when I needed to chang the number under “age.”
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It’s truly a pleasure.
I myself am not big on my own birthday…but others…I rarely forget lol…
It’s the humbleness that keeps us hush but it’s a special day and must be celebrated…. whichever way makes you happy.
Really hope yo make wonderful memories and as you younger generation say ..” have a blast” (I hope I said it right lol)
again …truly a pleasure and so welcome, Noah 🤍🙏🤗🎉💫
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Thank you again 🙂 it feels like all your best wishes became the catalyst that made this day feel special. I think this may be the first birthday in at least 5 years that felt fun enough to remember since I actually did something that wasn’t just going through the motions.
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..and let’s hope the rest of days… birthday or not ….are equally great.
we take so much for granted…most often ourselves…
pleasure always 🤍🎉
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