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    When there’s nothing left

    Shadows have moved
    Only the sting exists
    Skin is pixel dust
    Raincoats without shine
    Hands petting felony
    A deep chill, persuasive
    A room waxing warm
    My bones are in between
    I have given you my thoughts
    My strength is no more
    Still you churn on me
    Violation of deep dreams
    O the blue blood of confusion
    My mother lays in urine
    Paintings of her unframed
    I know she danced
    Never in front of me
    Inviting to conceive convincingly
    Then the pain and joy of delivery
    Mother o mother love me
    My sins are uncountable
    Waist is laid in front of thee
    Should I perish
    Shall I deserve to be set free?
    Ruined and drunk
    Splashed upon the seamless sea
    Rotten egg bobbed and weaved
    Evaded eating upon eternity

    RDS
    THE SECOND

  • #2
    I sense an ethereal, wistful cloak of sadness hovering all throughout this latest wandering, TS.

    I'd have to be in a particular mood to sustain such density of emotion. Were you?

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      Sadley ive been in a foul mood for many years but i still continue to post eventually like everything we know the consequence is an ending

  • #3
    It is true...choices have consequences, some more lasting than others.

    I commend your continued postings even more, in that case! I've really enjoyed your poetry over the years. Thank you.

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    • #4
      "Sadley ive been in a foul mood for many years but i still continue to post eventually like everything we know the consequence is an ending"

      No matter. I'm a hot mess, but, I guess, I'm acclimated to it. What I want I can't have, so, in a manner of speaking, I want nothing.

      When you want nothing and you believe there is only now, you are free: anger, life, death... it's all meaningless and this is all a dream.

      We are all just waiting around to die -- I don't mean that in a depressing manner.

      We are all born and we all "die." Life and death are just two sides of the same coin.

      All you have or can have is "now."

      The Japanese have an interesting saying for when things don't seem to be going as you would like: "Tabun betsu no jinsei de / Maybe in a different life."

      When there is only now, what happened in the "past" is a memory or a dream in a dream. Choose the dreams that give you comfort and forget the rest.

      Why spend "now" in a "foul mood?"

      I'll STFU now

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