My friend Karen (bearonthecouch) used this Facebook status generator to create poetry. I thought it was cool, so I gave it a try. This is not the order it spouted things out, and I’ve changed the wording a bit. A lot of the statuses were actually pretty unintelligible, so I took the phrases that made sense. Also, the ending feels weak. But I like it. It’s scary that the internet got this from my Facebook. It’s scary that these secrets hide in plain sight:
Wait, I was supposed to fit in? I read 2 1/2 as
Everything smells like angels, and this is the first time
that your need
is essential to my grave.
I am on a list of the cursed, and will let you go;
But I am afraid.
You’ll be fine.
I am so present, hoarding these lies.
It’s better that they can function without me
and that they all depend upon each other.
See, I have these visions of my favourites,
There is nothing better.
It is angels, and stardust, and the universe,
and it has blurred my vision;
To say the least.
“the yoga gets your blood flowing”,
But in less than four hours, I will be home.
No, there’s nothing wrong.
Not if you’re a two-year-old in your head
and there is a gentle, rousing hand.
But that is too weak.
I won’t be the mistake you don’t cherish,
but beggars can’t be choosers
and that’s okay.
And I know it’s better to burn,
and that I won’t be the new favourite,
and that we are alone.
My brain is so ready.
Have I forgotten the magic of November?
And all this shit: like twice a day at least.
Now. Now is when I am excited,
and everything smells like soap.
I wonder how this chapter ends.