Flip a Coin

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Flip a Coin
_{Poetry

Aidan O’dell Miller}}

Heads
A passive assault of the eyes
softly soothing the ears
transporting me far away from this place
It’s the concept of

Yang
A snake is biting its own tail.
How brave that snake must be,
eating itself, and watching me do the same.
As connected as

Day
One drop slowly, slowly, slowly falls.
Why? To mock my progress?
To emphasize my lethargy?
This land and I, we’re incompatible, like

Fire
Sticky, soaked, stuck
to my skin.
It burns, it chafes,
you know, there we were,

Man
I love you.
I miss you.
But how weak those words are,
when you are a world away.

I wish to get through this,
to see you again.
So flip that coin. And call it,

Heads

Tails
An aggressive indifference to my body
their hands around my neck
trapping me in this place
It’s the concept of

Yin
There is a turtle holding up the world.
I wonder if the turtle holds the world out of
Obligation? Or perhaps fear.
The two are as connected as

Night
Tears are falling, falling, falling down.
Why? Pyrrhic victory?
Tangible loss? Hysterical amusement?
They seem incompatible, like

Water
Blind, billowing, babbling
to each other
We splash, we laugh,
and there we were

Woman
We love each other.
We miss each other.
And we’re there for each other,
even when we are worlds apart.

I got your letter, and sent you my own.
We want to see if we’ll make it.
So flip that coin. And call it,

Tails

Aidan Miller is a 21-year-old who has been writing stories for the last decade and has finally managed to write something he believes to be worthy of your time and attention. He hopes one day to get a full book published, or to make the Olympics, and by listing both he imagines one simply MUST happen.

Heads A passive assault of the eyes softly soothing the ears transporting me far away from this placeIt’s the concept of

Yang A snake is biting its own tail.How brave that snake must be,eating itself, and watching me do the same.As connected as

Day One drop slowly, slowly, slowly falls.Why? To mock my progress? To emphasize my lethargy? This land and I, we’re incompatible, like

Fire Sticky, soaked, stuck to my skin. It burns, it chafes, you know, there we were,

Man I love you. I miss you. But how weak those words are, when you are a world away.

I wish to get through this, to see you again. So flip that coin. And call it, Heads

Tails An aggressive indifference to my bodytheir hands around my necktrapping me in this placeIt’s the concept of

Yin There is a turtle holding up the world. I wonder if the turtle holds the world out of Obligation? Or perhaps fear. The two are as connected as

Night Tears are falling, falling, falling down.Why? Pyrrhic victory? Tangible loss? Hysterical amusement?They seem incompatible, like

Water Blind, billowing, babblingto each otherWe splash, we laugh,and there we were

Woman We love each other. We miss each other. And we’re there for each other, even when we are worlds apart.

I got your letter, and sent you my own. We want to see if we’ll make it. So flip that coin. And call it, Tails