Poetry

I believe I wrote this poem sometime during first semester of last year, when I was tensely sitting in stone-cold silence with my roommate. We were complete opposites. We absolutely couldn't stand one another. I was an off the wall, eccentric, disheveled space cadet to her and she was an uptight, stick up the ass, conservative, mute goody-two-shoes to me. It's kind of ironic though, because I do have at least couple good friends who are just as different from me and we get along absolutely SPLENDIDLY, so being so incredibly different from someone can indeed work out. You just have to have the right things in common, I suppose. And I remember my next door neighbor came in moments after I posted this as a Facebook note (back when I possessed a Facebook, so many eons ago!) and she practically snaps, "I read your poem Clare," And I raise an eyebrow to her and I'm like, "How nice for you." And she's like "It's good, good job," or something along those lines. But trust me, this girl was as insincere and conniving as any bitch on this Earth could be so I didn't believe a word of what came out of her mouth. Her face gave it all away. She looked at me like I was completely off my rocker, and I even saw a tinge of envy flicker in her eyes! MWAHAHAHA! I'll break it down for you: this chick claimed to be a hugely intense writer as well, like myself, and although I never did read anything she wrote, I don't know, I'm sure she was halfway decent. But I felt like she had instigated a competition with me in this aspect. WELL BRING IT ON BITCH! I thought to myself. 

Abyss

Tiptoe to the bleak moonlight
Dip your toe into the tide
The swirls of your mind's eye take flight
Time to detect the phony and snide
I sunk my heel into the murk
Reluctant, yet so bold
Where the outcomes of my blindness lurk
Diminish my mistakes before I'm old

In the crashing of my ecstasy
It dawned on me
Resurface my philosophy
Rid myself of this catastrophe
Retrace myself, reverse chronology
Bring my wits right back to me
Some kind of reverse psychology
A long-awaited apology
That I'll never see

Autonomy needs not a veil
Yet you have donned a mask
Ignoring storms and turbulant gales
Failing to complete your tasks

I swore I'll never be a speck
That gets stomped on with ease
I always keep myself in check
And devour the surrounding breeze

Call me flighty in that tone in which you scorn
I just smile condescendingly as you patronize me so
I'm the succulant red berry to your contempuous thorn
I'm zipping for miles, you're released as my woe