and just as much forgotten

there once was a Poet who

could describe what it means

to be a person,

who could capture in words

all the shades of human feelings,

who could liberate you

from your demons,

and ease your suffering

with a single parable,

who could explain the meaning of life,

so that you could find your own.

the Poet died alone,

on the street,

choked in his own vomit.

not a single word written down,

not a single word listened by

the passersby.

homeless,

ignorant,

mad,

and very much forgettable.

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adulthood

legend has it

that in order to truly become

an adult,

you have to go to that sacred place

that you spent the summers

of your early years,

find a spot

that’s protected from the elements

and concealed from stranger’s eyes,

and draw with perfect white chalk

the simple figure of a child,

as only a child would.

then you can leave that place in peace,

safe in the knowledge,

that all your silly dreams,

your carelessness,

all the times you spoke

or acted without thinking,

are well behind you,

trapped inside that drawing.

and once you’ve done this

I really hope

our eyes never meet again.

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