The Poetry Marathon

Meaningless indicators of time

that seek to subjugate us to their will.

But we will not be subservient to

unseen forces trying to control our every move.

The free will granted to us will supersede

any constrictions they attempt to impose on us.

Because we’re alive

because we’re free

because we are infinite.

and no one can take that away from you.

I’ve searched for so long

to find that glimmering light in the sky

and then I realized it’s you.

You’re the yellow I’ve sought for eternity

shining brighter than anyone’s imagination can perceive.

You don’t have to reciprocate,

no need for some convoluted facade

but I hope one day you’ll understand

all the yellow you’ll ever need has been right

in front of you the entire time.

Your

endless

light

luminates

over the

world.

on the mainland, it’s a dichotomy

but in the island paradise just below,

they share the exact same definition.

it’s a walking paradox of a term that means

nothing unless you derive it.

i won’t waste my time saying it to you

because i’m already gone and i know you’ll be

at the top of your game right alongside me

that’s the answer to the question: how do i get through this dreary life

without swimming to the bottom of the ocean with an anvil strapped

to my leg?

how do i justify my own existence when so many others have failed to

follow suit?

how do you make it in this world when so many things are

attempting to oppress you?

how do i get out of bed day after day when there’s nothing to get up for?

it’s an exclusive bunch of people who don’t know their

elbow from an oboe. they sit up in their ivory tower without

the slightest clue of what’s going on down below but regardless

regardless they let their pretentiousness consume them to the

point where nothing is staring back at them in the mirror.

they claim they’re so goddamn superior to anyone not affiliated with

their club but in actuality the ignorance lies only within them and that’s

not something that can be rectified without the proper tools.

she can’t be everywhere at once but that never stopped her from trying.

she travels up, down, all around

hoping to find what she once lost

knowing it can never be the way it once was.

after all she’s been through, it doesn’t seem as

if there could ever be a happy ending for her

but to say so would be underestimating her

sophrosyne and human tenacity for the worldly existence

of tomorrow

it goes far beyond where you might expect.

past a lot of treacherous obstacles and a big heaping pile of enantiodromia

as eudaimonia and melancholy duke it out for the top spot.

as you pass the hump, remember how far you’ve come

and what that entails for your dichotomy going forward.

when you get to the end, you drain yourself of life,

put a gaping smile on your face

and let gravity do the rest

because it already is all it can be.

they always try to change it, try to make it into something its not

without realizing it peaked years ago. if they can get past their own biases,

maybe they’ll finally understand why we bask in our own

quality as we hurtle towards whatever end

fate has in store for us

it’s the only way we’ll survive.

you can’t pretend we’re not all driving the same vehicle that is life

that’s what make us special

separate yet unique

how we can be ourselves in a lifetime of dichotomy.

if we are to discover our own identity,

only then will we able to know others.

That’s the dream: return to the status quo and revel in your own gratification

regress to an existence that can no longer sustain itself

but the sad fact is where you once belonged no longer exists.

It has metamorphosed into something no longer recognizable to

anyone but you.

When I first got there, I was irate but, more than anything,

I was just exhausted.

I thought my presence there indicated societal rejection

like I was a failure at failing.

Turns out it was acceptance in disguise.

But that’s the truth of it all; stuck is nothing more than a state of mind

and, with the right people in your corner, no power in the world can stop you from breaking free