Inanimate Point of Viewing

Inanimate Point of Viewing
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar

Hope is the anticipation of things
desired and perceived
as attainable.

Apparently, I’m lacking
desire and perception.

I wished
upon the moon
and watched her remain
planted in the sky, constantly
orbiting, but out of reach.

a brief, atmospheric flame glistens
on the horizon,
bolder than a saucerful of habanero juices
while it insinuates demise of the way
I assumed the outlook
would be.

When the sun rises again,
my worldview ascends anew
tanned and slightly more

Perhaps a little pessimism
goes to far
if it taints everything I touch
with sweaty, coffee stains and
hope like a tooth
in Mountain Dew.

Next time you see me,
I’ll be watching cloud-
shaped puddles full of bright
ambitions and deciding what will fit
best into a holey container.

Don’t look
look up
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It Doesn’t Even Matter

La la la.

Got some studying done last night and read more of “The Visitation.” Also spent some time getting a stats page working for this site. Probably not worth the effort, but I became absorbed in the project. Also finished some menial tasks related to my treasurer job for the dorm government and bought some blue books I need for exams later this week. Blah.

I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
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