
Yeah, it's more freakin' poetry. This particular piece was the result of a completely spontaneous inspiration I had while I was talking to myself. If it sounds a little crazy, that's understandable. But really, I'm not a sociopath or anything like that. The point is, I just have trouble communicating.
Toast To Me
People are like toast to me…
There are always two sides (and a little around the edges).
I can see the differences, even when they are subtle.
Sometimes the difference is obvious-
One side is dark, and the other light.
If one side is bent in, you can bet the other side is bent out.
Sometimes, the differences are hard to see,
But I can always tell one side from the other.
And I can understand them both.
I can understand that the dark side has been burned, and the light side is only warm.
And I can enjoy both sides at the same time.
I can tolerate crunchy, and I can tolerate soft.
But no matter how well I can understand it-
No matter how much I can relate,
I can’t talk to toast.
I can’t make it understand me.
And people are like toast to me…
Toast To Me
People are like toast to me…
There are always two sides (and a little around the edges).
I can see the differences, even when they are subtle.
Sometimes the difference is obvious-
One side is dark, and the other light.
If one side is bent in, you can bet the other side is bent out.
Sometimes, the differences are hard to see,
But I can always tell one side from the other.
And I can understand them both.
I can understand that the dark side has been burned, and the light side is only warm.
And I can enjoy both sides at the same time.
I can tolerate crunchy, and I can tolerate soft.
But no matter how well I can understand it-
No matter how much I can relate,
I can’t talk to toast.
I can’t make it understand me.
And people are like toast to me…
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Yowsa, it really made you think. =o.o= You did a great choosing of words, good describing, and very conceiving. The text shows the problem you have with communicating, but you don't ask for help in it; which is quite rare in poetry nowadays.
And eum, if you have the trouble with communicating, then do something about it; because you'll end like a hermit and that'll not be fun. Believe me, I've been there and it's not fun at all. =T.T=
And eum, if you have the trouble with communicating, then do something about it; because you'll end like a hermit and that'll not be fun. Believe me, I've been there and it's not fun at all. =T.T=
I could upload a plain text file, but there's another way to see it, if you don't have Word. You can download the Microsoft Word Viewer for free. That'll let you open up any Word file, even if you don't have Word (but you can't edit the text). I'll just put it in the description box for now.
Yeah, I'm sure I'm not the only one. It's just, I can comprehend what people are telling me, and I can see things from virtually every point of view- but when I try to respond to people, I talk in metaphors and no one can figure out what the hell I'm saying (or if it even has anything to do with what they just said). You can relate, yes?
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