If we're boring,
Does it mean that this looking-glass in which
We ourselves are reflected, this soul
Is nonexistent?
Do we have no essence with which to differentiate ourselves
And will fade away into nothing with the coming dawn
Is that what it means, to be "boring"?
I have decided that no one is really boring--
Everyone has their quirks--memorizing bus routes,
Dreaming philosophies, feeling out new realms through paint and plaster
Even doing amazing math sums in mere instants
Not-so-obvious oddities which conceal themselves in normal human forms
But, when revealed, shine with a brilliance of color,
The very soul of "interesting".
Please tell me what you think
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the only thing actually is that I prefer not seeing contractions such as we're, I think it might even improve the flow if you would make this 'we are'
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insightful
It bothers me to hear people talk about others as boring, your poem really spells out why I feel this way. I love the last part:
'Not-so-obvious oddities which conceal themselves in normal human forms
But, when revealed, shine with a brilliance of color,
The very soul of "interesting".
- thanks for sharing this.
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