Two separate poems I wrote in CALM on friday, when we were supposed to be working on our posters and I was feeling sad.

A circular rainbow perfection
of pretending who you are.
Knowing that you loved, but hating anyway.
When you see how happy they are,
you cringe and turn away.
Forgetting that you'll be happy too;
were happy and soon are.
So that you can cringe and turn away,
pretending you're not there.
Forgetting that we live in a carousel;
a circular rainbow perfection,
of pretending who you are.

For death
Your reason why
For profound, unknown mysteries
For falling, always and forever
In your own desolate dread
Seeing all the people
Living for themselves
Seeing all the death
And living for yourself
Falling and stopping quick
Forgetting why you lived