This made me think about all the genius that goes without witness. It is baron all the while filling the page with haste and drama. The starkness is colorless at the end, that's impressive. The flow is almost lovely...
Wow, that made me feel very empty. But in the vast scheme of things, the hugeness and timelessness of the universe, how insignificant we are. Lovely & thought provoking...
when it all blows away there will be nothing, and all our words and thoughts, and hope and dreams, words and poems will just disappear and burn up into a space ball puff of smoke and debris. Now i'm depressed.
Posted 13 Years Ago
13 Years Ago
The buddists speak of impermanence in a positive light,
Something about nothing. A feeling, a state of being. A bare white room brightly lit. Nowhere to hide and still the truth is elusive. Some of my tortured nights were spent wide awake. That light drained all meaning. I think you have been that too.
A well written poem. Either brave or desperate. It doesn't matter. It works very well.
I write just for the hell of it
A way to spend some time
Blurting out in cyber space
Whatever's on my mind
Maybe funny maybe tragic
Emotional and raw
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