The Last Philospher : Writing

What It's All About

What It's All About

A Poem by The Last Philospher


The words being readAre they about meA look within my soulAre they about the worldA record of this state in timeAre they about youA formless substance..
The Tragedy of the Poet

The Tragedy of the Poet

A Poem by The Last Philospher


Scribbling and filling sheet. Hoping it will all be clear,Not wanting a rhyme or beat, Just hoping that the answer will somehow appear.Something none ..
A Prophecy That Will Never Come

A Prophecy That Will Never Come

A Poem by The Last Philospher


A promise long forgotten,Weight of the past still present,Joy from within now rotten.With eyes charred by flames,And ears torn by chaosOnly uncertaint..
Manipulator

Manipulator

A Poem by The Last Philospher


I wrote this essay for my English class, my professor didn't read past the first paragraph because it didn't follow her outline structure. Her method ..
Awake and Ready

Awake and Ready

A Poem by The Last Philospher


A practice of poetry without rhyme. Tell me what you think. Does it work or are the pieces with rhyme better?
The Heart of a Traveler

The Heart of a Traveler

A Poem by The Last Philospher


In loveAttachedEnchantedWhen you can see it all,It's hard not to fall,To want to stay,And just settle for okay.HeartbrokenLonelyDistressedWhen you mus..
Do You Even Lift?

Do You Even Lift?

A Poem by The Last Philospher


Do you even lift?How big is your load?Is it heavier than responsibility;Knowing that your actions affect others?Is it heavier than legacy;The weight o..
These Moments of an Odd Insecurity

These Moments of an Odd Insecurity

A Poem by The Last Philospher


It's an odd vulnerability.Being one so unbreakable,Yet with so much sensitivity.Strong eyes,Good size,Bones as strong as steel.Yet uncomfortable about..
Moment of Joy

Moment of Joy

A Poem by The Last Philospher


The noise,The past,And what's yet to be.It doesn't really matter,Cuz right now I'm just happy.
There's an Itch Inside my Bones

There's an Itch Inside my Bones

A Poem by The Last Philospher


There's an itch inside my bones,No it's more like a tickle.Like a tease with a feather.I want to scratch,To rub,To press.What is this discomfort insid..