Confidence in ooze. (Certain and Vividlyvague)

[Certain]

VIVIDLYVAGUE
A departure from the the larva's ascent...
For one to grow so, I've shrunken by large and harvest resent-
ment for counterparts in arts I've, over time, decided neglect-
ing. Bent. But equally as starved of affection,
That I seek it from the peanut gallery in charge of inspection.
Introspection is the writer's reflection...
But what of pretention? The spite of inception?
A father famed and drifting. childless, respected.
The unfortunate offspring in the shadow of legends.
Posturing in mirrors, gesturing sessions...
Overcompensation in company, but separate
One is rarely expected of, or selected
as dad would,
Because on November 1st, the second skin is a shedded fit.
Fuck a lame's incepid conception. I'm not irrelevant.

CERTAIN
I've been more trigger-happy than usual lately,
with luminous hatred consuming my faceless identity
until I'm fruitlessly pacing.
I want to be better, too.
It's prudent to straighten your tie before a job interview.
Cheeks betray impossible youth. Eyes betray nothing.
Pining for trust. Sighs became dust in the wind.
Lies became push-pins,
tacking up accomplishments.
Shacked up, reading back issues of The Economist.
I'm harmless. Yes, I advocate disarmament
but spew homing missiles latching on to targets and
passively regard death as a passing fad, a martyr's rest.
But you're all I've ever wanted.