Mono-one, single, alone
Nothing more, Not many, never anything, just one.
Mono mourns the missed, muttering:
“I am okay”
are at levels low
living with listless lives left longing
for freedom from this fire that forces this farce in front of our faces
forces those faces far from friends and family to tough the tides of tuition and attrition.
Tempting absolute temptation across tiring arches to attack tired and timeless attributes tempting tirelessly tempted, until nothing.
And as Plath once wrote
is an art, like everything else”
and as she did
she did it well
is an art, like life itself.
I, mono, participate well
trapped in my cell
trapped in my doubt
I feel like I’ve a knack
for no social attack.
Trapped like a man in a cell
with the keys to his freedom
when he’s free he’d ring a bell
Calling, “I could tell
that I was locked with no
hope to cope with the grudge
put against the tone of my own
..Was not I who locked myself
but all of you, and none of you helped,
helped me escape my own harshful mind
but it was me, and I took my own time
trapped in my self
trapped in my cell
with my own self blown
and soon my life not my own, unlike all of you
Poly- many, multi, mixed
Many more, Mostly many, always everything, never one
“We! Are! ...okay”
“What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to See”
Stated by the Same Sylvia
Shoved to be seen
Seen by several for what we are
Alone in a crowd as one
Poly just as mono
and one just as many
to be gawked, glared and gilded
as the chosen one, the princess shielded
The misfit hated, and the never dated
the sports star king with his fountain of girls
and the awkward geek, whom fists are hurled
The mono goths and the poly pretty
the single sad and the happy many
All of one and as much as twenty
yet sadly one, a useless penny
We enter life as one, live it with many
but mono is one, and life full of plenty
So life is one, but you can always have two
because life is so much better with someone to do-
stuff with, I mean.
Better to watch movies
better to twerk it out
better to live life as lividly
to live and not shout
for crowds are a virtue
something to claim
to love viciously
to bask in their fame
but that’s all there is,
basking in fame
not much else to do
‘cept play the game
But I really hope that one day
I'll say the one way
of living like one prey
is just a little cliché,
to what I may decide to delay.
Delay and relay this cray cray idea that we must do as expected.
And I'm expected to respect those I don't inspect,
except when I accept for what they suspect.
A little nothing that can do nothing with no thing.
A little wreck that crashes and bashes and wrecks themselves for nothing
but everything they suspect.
Of joyless or joyful
It's yourself with whom you strife
But either way, it'll always be hard
And as such, such is life