C l e a r l y , U n c l e a r

Open ended, closed sentences
 a few, yet countless pretences.

Darkness even in the light
 enormous, yet so slight.

 A vastness compressesd into a space
 a definite form, without a trace.

Coherently ambiguous thoughts
 willingly, yet incredulously sought.

Silent eyes that speak
 strong enough, yet quite weak.

Spoken words remain unsaid
 a clanging silence awaits instead.

A colorfully dull existence
 a purposeful, yet faint persistence.

Reading through the blank serenity
 an identifiable anonymity.

An unfeelingly emotional spread
 not alive, yet undead.....
  - aleme avni

I am Strange, I am Disconnected

I'm pursuing my teenage years while being completely lost
 Uncontrollable uncertainty unbinds me, shaking and stirring

False truths I then dwell upon, and then it proceeds to toss
 My senses into a chance direction, I latch onto anything alluring

    As my thoughts refine, soon I will find something to believe in
    Ill look at my reality with it to the point of total distortion
    That thing I hold onto becomes my spectacles until its worn thin
    Then it is gone through an impulse of insightful contemplation
    And again, I'll repeat the process that has made me very lost

                                                                              -Piscine Kipling