As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? Absolutely.
So sold we are
With every flake
Bizarre sounding boards
These states we live in are reckless
Stand there and chase divinity
It’s an awful habit it is
To expect good things because you do good
And not because you wish to do good
Morality is far more fragile
Than we realise
Far more stagnant are the ways
That bite your shoulders
Force you to scratch your back
And see if it flakes
If it does it feels good it’s easy to admit
But if it meanders and persists
You turn to stretch in the hopes it’ll bugger off
Numbers seem bigger the more time they’re given to increase
Slowness might be a virtue
So may be quickness and endurance
Strength isn’t how quick you are to grasp the rungs
Nor is it how long you can hold on
Or even how you get back up
It’s just taking a moment to weigh it all up
So sold you are
On metaphors and perspectives
It’s a pity you’re not greedy for more
All good. Quite obscure but modern and precise and confusing. Write something simpler and conventional which does not give the reader any complex that he does no know enough.
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Excellent. Liked it
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