Buzzes and murmurs
amidsts lessons
in quartiles and deciles--
fractiles or quantiles.
Memories floating;
Imaginations trying
To swallow reality
And realizations.
Broken poetry escapes
The writer's lips.
A wounded heart
Healed by the writer's sword.
The poet has lived
In a surreal world,
In make-believe places,
In a phantasmagoric city.
He despises love
Although he believes
That love is surreal;
Love is make-believe.
He lives in irony.
His life is a paradox.
He escapes reality,
Yet shuns away fantasy.
Author's Note: 2008. I remember writing this poem in the middle of my Statistics class back in college.
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