bit o' snark n stuff

dora ii

dora i

oh yes

facade

facade

it's one of my favorite words. 

i think of it like a barrier, protection

maybe it's a costume

a way of hiding

a fake you.

but for me it's armor 

keeping me safe from those who might hurt me

and myself

i have a facade

someone strong

maybe funny

it's all fake

but maybe

i'm the truth

i'm exactly who i present myself

and i am real.

maybe i am water

i've been told i'm made by the atoms of dinosaurs

planets

suns

maybe i am made of water

water from beautiful oceans that stretch millenniums 

from a planet long dead

maybe i am made of water

water that some possible-god drank 

from a time before we and us

maybe i am made of water

water that poured down a mountain that stretched higher than clouds 

from when i could fly to that mountain

maybe i am made of water

water that came invisibly out of a tap

from not long ago

or maybe not

and thats okay with me

Life of a spork

/// I am a spork.

Plastic.

Easy to bend, easy to break

My sharpness peels away and snaps.

I am a spoon with sharp edges. I accidentally cut someones mouth and I taste blood for the first time.

Now I am a knife. I cut with my sharpened edge and nothing can stop me

Until

I feel falling and then splat.

I'm a useless piece of plastic in a trash can. Nothing can stop me, but I am trapped.

trapped by the stench, the physical barriers. Everything has stopped me. 

My facade has fallen and I am a spork.

Broken, sharp, and shattered, but a spork. \\

About the Author

in one word; angst