It's All just Buried Lies

I'm sinking

 

letting this pool

of ever

winding

anomalies cloud

my vision

 

Images

wave and crumble

as I'm

reeling, blazing

down a path of

emptiness and contradictions

 

No one can see

my eyes stained

the color of

disillusion and tangerine

 

I'm blowing as the the wind blows

chanting hymns

from long ago

as my body

blazes,

fueled

by the forces

that surround

me

have engulfed

me

in their

every day fumes

 

Voices, music, cars passing by,

my mind flicks

and evaporates.

 

leaving nothing behind.

 

There is a place,

its no where

 

it doesn't exist

 

and I'm entering this world as a grain,

a simple seed

in the sand,

to be reminded again,

that I am a pale

reflection

of nothing.

 

I'm casting stones

in the dust

My body

rusts,

I tried to open

my eyes

but they faded

away.

I don't know who

I am
but

I am

here to stay.

 

Existence

 

never had a meaning,

 

when god was born

and formed,

extricated from the vast illusion

He was conceived in a mirror,

plated on granite

slabs of dark matter

infused contusions

And he is still asking the question,

what has

my father engraved

within my heart,

my DNA.

The meaning doesn't

matter

when there can

never

be an answer.

Reviews

[Liz]

For me, this is one of those poems that I don't really understand but at the same time, I totally get it. If that makes any sense. When I read it, I feel like I've felt the same way many times before. The line "I'm blowing as the the wind blows" I really felt I could relate to. Once again, this is a lovely write, as usual.

[Sports Girl]

It's a good poem. It's just not one of my favorites of yours. But good job

[loowzerX]

that's like describing me when i'm delved in my thoughts. wonderful poem :)

[Jonathan De Elvira]

I feel alot of emptiness, confussion, and hopelessness in this one...
Again, it scarred deep into me...
good way of writing...ur talented..

[Young Mountain]

The structure of this was nice. I was trying to hear in my head how this piece would sound aloud. I couldn't help but notice there was a slow/fast pacing to the piece, or at least that's how I read it, a great flow all the way through.

I loved the lines below
Images

wave and crumble

as I'm

reeling, blazing

down a path of

emptiness and contradictions.

You have a nice style - Thanks for sharing

[Robin]

this is one of your most philisophical works with strong psychological undertones. to the reader, this is a looking glass that will ask the tough questions .

[Norma M Sutton]

Nice. This is my favorite part.

I'm casting stones in the dust as my body

rusts, I tried to open my eyes but they faded

away.

[A-Lovely-Anxiety]

So deep. I kinda get what you're saying, I think. Being in a world so big but being so small. Your parents can tell you, 'you can be big int he world!!', when really you can't. Beautiful write, I enjoyed reading it. It had a nice flow.

~Existence never had a meaning, when god was born and formed, extricated from the vast illusion. he was conceived in a mirror, plated on granite slabs of dark matter infused contusions.~