Hunt Party | Short Poem

There was a shift in consciousness

A change in view

The monster was a man

Holding a gun at you

You were the duck that landed

Trusting when you should’ve flew

Now you are back to your body

Not knowing what to do

Maybe I am the monster and the victim

Or just consciousness floating between bodies

Trying to find an answer

Of why

Must we to kill to eat and live to die?

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Easy Fix

It’s not an easy fix

Not to be me

It’s not a simple change

From what you can see

For I have only been “me” and I don’t know what else to be

So if my smile offends you

or

My body disgust you

Then there’s nothing I can say

For I am ME

And this way I’ll stay

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The Red Traffic Light

Look at this world of mine

There are lights, and street signs

Detours and construction work

Things I never thought I’d see

Strange how life turned out to be

From the thirty minute walk in January cold

Just to get to a class and do as I’m told

To the wild dogs chasing after me

And the rain following close behind

I never thought I would find

Myself complaining about a traffic light

The Test

I wondered who he was

As I passed his broken car

As I witnessed his blood freed from his body

And the army sounding from afar 

Was he a bomber, choosing to die?

Was he a fool that did not check his car? 

Then I ran, 

Late for my midterm exam

And till this day, I can’t remember for the life of me if I passed the test