the door

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          alive but not breathing

          no, breathing but not alive

          i sit on my couch grieving 

          the goals for which i strive

 

          i cannot escape my mind

          without a keyboard and a screen

          it is only then that i find 

          that my favorite color is green

 

          no, blue

          no, yellow

          no, (#ffa484) it is for sure

          see, i can’t quite obtain

          what hides behind the door

 

          but words, and code, and graphics: they help

          see, poetry takes me beyond the page

          it’s a film, a dance, a comment on yelp

 

          “poetry is easy

          because poetry is pure

          you’re just fixed on the ideas

          you had before you opened the door”

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This poem is about: 
Me

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