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by Mooilky

Published November 22, 2021

E - Everyone

In Poetry

I’ve been feeling off,

like a light switch kicked back.

Seemingly, I’ve developed a knack

for talking over all the things I lack.


If I say who I am,

you’ve gotta believe me!

Otherwise, who’s in the mirror

always glancing to see?


In windows and spoons,

sunsets and moons,

that face like a bare soul

sticky stuck to the bottom of my heel.


Peel through to the center of the earth.

Birth somebody a little more comfortable in their tectonic plates.

Honesty is difficult for me.

I cling to the closest lies, truth by proxy.


Double negatives, gotta be positive.

Right?

But I’ve been feeling off lately.

Maybe it’s time to recharge the battery.

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Super wrote a review Review · Dec 7, 2021

It is so good . I like the fact that you are so honest. And it is also Something like what i am going through . And it is nice to know that some one else is like me and that is so good. You should be a New York times best seller by now you are one of the best so far . Just keep trying and you should know that u should never stop writing and always write when u feel like it that is what I do. I helps I love when it says "Double Negatives gotta be positive." And i also like it when it says " Its time to recharge the battery." So good work ok. Alwayus keep writing and dream on .

creeperfeverdreams wrote a review Review · Nov 25, 2021

I liked this poem,it was fun to read.Maybe this person feels lost about who they are and what their purpose in life is.They want to be positive and happy,but can only appear so on the surface,because it’s too much for them,life is like that sometimes.But you just have to keep pushing on,no matter what.I hope you have a wonderful day/night.



The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein