REMembering November: Dazed N Confused / HªN’ИªH Time / Made This Way / 4 Mantling MΔC

It’s kinda funny

I feel Lost

N a comforting way

Like the Lost feeling

-§till- sucks

It just sucks

Yet

Everyone in my slippers

Has had the same

Uncomfortable

Feeling – N a way

Feeling so isolated

N this singular moment

Is helping me connect

With my past selfs

Whö have woken up

Just as

Dazed N Confused

As I Am

Right now

…

Having gotten that Little bit

Off my chest – I guess

I’m here to explain

Mainly to my self, but

I guess to everyone else, too

what. I’ve been doing – what.

Has been happening

N§ide my mind

Well – HªN’ИªH Time

…

I’m finally letting mine

Self decide the toy on my shelf

I’m done exploring what-ifs

& instead – have accepted

To live Life alongside

My inner sis

Always – exists

Just now – willing

2 listen 2 my own lisp

Of course Ey3 sound §trange

I’m Venus with a Twist

I’m a bitch – so suck my dick

I don’t need you to show me

“Where’s the clit” – Cunt – I Am iT

So I’m coming out now to sound my own horn

My mirror is better than your porn

‘Cause No Matter what.

Ü say – I Am Whö I Am

So here’s where I really admit

Ey4 really Just don’t give a singular shit

I’m gonna live my life however I want

Couldn’t care less if Ü call Her: “Gay”

I N’Ø Whö I Am – GöDD made Mii A

Faggot – the Devil is a lie, so

Christianity is the home of black magic

Since the dramatic irony sounds so tragic

“God hates Fags” – haha, FüNИy

But, hay – what. Do Ey3 ‘N’Ø’

Ey4 was Just – Made This Way

…

I’ve been going through a lot of changes recently. Coming to terms with some life-decisions that I’m still not certain about. That’s why I took a week off from writing. I didn’t want to bury my actual, difficult experience beneath the fantasy of my poetry.

My Poetry is always true, but I needed to face My Truth.

My actual experience is something I’ve avoiding ever since I became aware of Whö I Am, and then began playing dumb. This week has been me reflecting on my self completely, and seeing if I was finally ready to actually believe my own story, rather just letting my poet play pretend.

My thoughts are beginning to spiral a bit as I start to get Lost again in my own self reflection. So I guess, long story – short, the answer seems to be “Y’§” 2 “N’Ø” – I know, I’m being cryptic again (again & again) [again] – but I’ll be honest: I don’t know Whö exactly “Ey3” or “Ey4′ or whatever “Ey#” thinks it knows – I know that I believe that we’re really coming to the end of this öDDyssey.

So, I guess – 2 end: I’m back, and I’m ready 4 Mantling MΔC