Out of mind: out of sight
The oxymoronicality of a subjective cosmological satire
The chains of apathy hold me upas I latently struggleto break freeinto this world of boundless limitationsI rest tirelesslyhidden in plain sightamidst the light of the nightdreading the darkness of the dawnand all the terrorizingacts of human compassionseeking the solace of lonelinessin my closest companionswondering how a world so beautifulcan look so uglywe are taught […]
I feel your fingers in the breeze
as it danceson my fleshthe wind carriesyour voiceto my earsand down into medeep insideto that long forsaken placeclosed off to the worldfor a yearthe old wooden cigar boxsealed shut for so longbut the wind is beginningto flow through the crackswill I be able tolet you in?will I let youread everything?you say you share my painbut […]
When words come slowly practice your handwriting
ink on the pageis an actor on stagebut words aren’t always truelike a guitar slightly out of tunemetaphors and analogiespainting with imagerycan we createor only imitatereduplicate?is choice an illusionbecause everything is determinedor am I just lost in confusion man instills meaning and valuebut what does value mean?are we all aloneor are we a team?what have […]
go do
It’s been a whilesince I’ve dreaded my bedit’s been a whilesince I’ve been alone in my headsometimes there’sstrange thoughts up theresometimes I think thingsthat other people don’t want to hearsometimes I wonderwhat it will be liketo live a lifewatching thingspeoplefriendsfamilydieit makes me anxiousit makes us all nervousso try to think aboutthe good thingsall the things […]
arguing with myself
If I attempt to translate, communicate, my thoughts on the futility of human efforts in regards to the eternal, my inability to accept anthropocentric ideologies, what would you do? If I told you that when I look at the human race I see a massive herd of animals running around making noises in order to […]
Pretendtious
Too many questions, not enough answers
My pen is dry—literally.I try to scour up enough ink to mark notes down during class. Change my penmanship. Cursive, loopy letters turn symbolic.Can symbols be symbolic or do we have to make it a metaphor? The truth is:I just haven’t been feeling very poetic lately. Maybe it’s the weather.It’s fucking cold and I’malways runningoutside […]
Against boredom themselves…
What is there left to donow that God isn’t watching? Now that airplanes and the internethave proved cultural relativism to bemostly a crock of shit. Humanists forgot about the environment.Environmentalists forgot about the human experience. Now that ethics are subjective,Matter is the only objective constant,and it’s in a state of constant flux. Sometimes all I […]
