Surfacing through Dork-hood! Dork-hood - Lies in ways that define my life, Or ways to define the character That plays upon the laughs and the cackles Of all that they ever Had to say, As I flicker through the lights of the day. Dork-hood, It knew me very well, As I heard the pain of all that this ever Rushed out to, All the honking sounds up on the eardrum, All the anointed names attached to the metal-tubes, To churn me out on my entire existence Plummeted into a life filled with Adventures and golden memories… Yet I shrank into dork-hood As my entire life spilled again, On the breaks of day as the sounds Lighted my life up with the pikes And the poles just up on my very existence – Up the dork-hood and beyond its façade, To a deeper end I embraced, With the guises of my life braced through The gentle little quirks That bend out my life. Retreating to dork-hood was what had My life shot out to the queers, As the jeers became known to the popularity figures, Those who jollied when dork-hood crept up to me again, As I ran around wishing that, If I could prove them wrong, Life would be more of a time To rove around with things to see On with what my minds knew And what the life out there knew To keep me Out of the fears, Beyond the threshold of truth, To surface in on the bold self that Transcends the real message of dork-hood On the craze and the turning points of time. 2014 ©
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 11:34:56 +0000
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