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Meet me in reality

Updated on May 29, 2017

Meet me in reality. -apG

A part of me did not want to write this,

For the reason of keeping myself from idolatry,

Restraining myself from coveting an obscure kiss.

Maybe these are emotions, maybe not.

Whatever it is, I need to face it,

Through writing, perhaps, it will be silenced

Better yet, reasoned with.


Let us now talk about photos;

I own a camera that I have named Poccoyo,

Its purpose has never been pursued though

Instead, it became my eyes.

Glorious days when it seizes the picture of light

Sobering hours when it reveals lies.

Poccoyo has been precise, though not perfectly,

Capturing my sight, my vision, and my delight.

Its subjects are mostly flowers and birds,

Skies, oceans, why’s,

Sunsets, hurts, sunrise.

Even dreams, life and demise.

Where am I going with this?

Honestly, I’m not sure someone will truly understand.

Let’s try still.

I rarely stand in front of Poccoyo.

I find it decent to stay behind.

I don’t hate myself, please don’t get me wrong.

Facing the lens just often interfere with my mind.

So much beauty as a viewer

Finest details, deepest truth

I honestly couldn’t ask for more.

But here’s the temptation,

A pain most of us adore.

When those delight suddenly turns into a fright.

Yes, I know the reason and the cause,

But in my weakness, I find myself at loss.

Other depths I’ll no longer speak

Keeping it a reserved esoteric.

And then there’s you,

Your stares and expectations.

I cringe and falter

Praying hard you only see what’s true.

Not the edited photos, nor perfected angles

Feigning adoration sickens me

Reviving my melancholy with tactless flattery

Listen closely

For I cannot hide.

I wouldn’t.

Maybe just shy away

This is why words are here to stay.

You won’t see stars but scars,

It is the only beauty you’ll find.

Neglect this and I’ll keep you far

I need depth, truth and sympathy,

We all do.

Grateful am I that I have first been made new.

And now I journey,

Now I think of you.

Therefore don’t meet me elsewhere

For you won’t waken me from sleep

Meet me in reality

And I’ll be there with my identity.


Soli Deo Gloria


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      Michael-Milec 7 months ago

      Interesting, mostly as a confession of a sincere heart.