Flatfish
evolved to resemble a muddy riverbottom, eyes open in confusion,
hungry mouth,
limited prospects,
limited hope,
taking in toxins,
growing cartilage,
mucus covers scales,
i snap when opportunity comes,
but no great meal to be found,
closing desperate eyes in darkness,
tomorrow will be as flat,
but with duller teeth.
Cyanic
A word is such a vague way of defining oneself, is it not? What's in a word that I may use one to describe me, I wonder? Perhaps I should use a flower or the description therein to define me. I have to give ample credit to the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare, for the possibility of such as he said it best when he wrote, "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet "
Yes, after further contemplation, perhaps a blue violet flower is what would best describe me if I were to use a flower for such. I have always gravitated to a rich, vivid blue color, surrounding myself with as much of the color as possible, so perhaps I am defined by the color - or the word - blue. Blue is a calming color but full of a vibrancy that’s seen all about us in the skies, the butterflies, the oceans, the flowers, and the birds. I like to think that I am able to flit and fly about in the vast world, emboldened by all of nature that hums and beats around me. After all, we are one with the blue universe, much more than we often realize.
So, this very day, I will pick the deepest and most royal blue color to define myself, knowing I have chosen well and will be most content. Thus, going forward, I am forevermore defined by the word cyanic, the bluest of blues.
Me ~ A Middle Kid Born in Central Indiana
mid·dle
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noun
A groupmember whose point-of-view is positioned at an equal distance from the ends and means of others, so placed as to have a voice or form expressing reflexive and reciprocal action towards groupmembers on each side.
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In one Word
I used to use "undefined" to answer this question all the time because it just meant adaptable, versatile, free, unbounded, with endless potential in every direction. So edgy and profound, I guess, but it's cheap novelty to answer the question with the opposite of itself.
I think today the word is "hungry."
I don't feel like anyone or anything in particular, but even if I was floating in the middle of an electron cloud with nothing else to do but float, If I was still me, I'd be hungry for something. I'd stay hungry and yearning for something I can't identify, like an itch you can't find. Sometimes it's hungry for attention, hungry for affection, hungry for power, success, meaningful interactions. The hungry can't be sated, only bypassed by replacing it with hunger for something else. But right now I'm hungry for salmon rice balls and the thrill of cracking glowsticks. We'll see what tomorrow's like
Paradox
A paradox,
a traveling why,
Where do we go
from here?
If only I knew,
if only I was,
a little more clear
the others seem
a watch and stare
confusion of looks
too afraid to ask
What have I done?
Will I come back?
If only I knew
a hows and when
that who and why
a paradox
a traveling mind
no one knows,
it’s only half of me.