The Human Interaction Habitat

On a big white piece of paper, I endeavor to establish...

While the events are passing by my presence as if I were to be 

All of these massive rocks and them, 

                                             the waterfall pouring thoughtlessly among me until 

                                                                                                                        complete exasperation. 

I do not move, nor do I get warm;

For every broken piece from sun attempting to touch my skin

Is rapidly taken over by the dark shadow of incoherence. 

We sit together, you and I, in the despairing waiting room of hope,

As our colors melt each other, but the unity of harmony belongs to a place

We would only eventually reach,

Asynchronous. 

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... a chromatic idea which would only present the correlation between:

A relationship thought to be formed by two individuals and that to the universe.

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As colors merge into a bloody dimension,

We do pour them until the state of the empty marble

Covered in the ground that we no longer feel

And under the flowers that we no longer smell,

Is wasting the pure essence from within.

During the seek and yearning of that which never did belong to us,

We are lusty animals that cannot escape the prison of our own body, 

                                                                                               but goddam we try. 

We try to the extend of crashing that beloved helplessness,

That transcendental salvation appearing as a long forgotten goddess. 

Whereas the appeal only resembles the desire of holding hands while 

                                                          worlds - crossing. 

                                                                 I am only you and you only the universe. 

That is my conclusion. 

THE END. 

Reviews

[CLR9]

On a big brown pile of s**t (pretty much the physical constitution of earth), I want to do stuff
Stuff is happening like I'm not important
People are slow rocks (boring fuckers) and they are too fast for me.
Complete exasperation (because you are too slow)
I hate life.
Because every time I go outside
bad s**t happens that I don't understand (which is how life works, btw.)
You sit at home and hide with your loser bf/gf
Then you pick up each others s****y habits (colors melting together—yuck)
asynchronous-basically, we're fucked and can't communicate
We had a good idea to be together, but apparently we're retarded.

We pour too much energy in each other, but we hate each other. But we just wanna f**k at the same time.

We try to continue the relationship because we're horny retards. Possibly for too long.

Then some random crystallizing s**t at the end that makes not a lot of sense.

The end of this review.

[Andreea_is_real]

Aww I love it when my writing manages to deliver that enormous agony into people's minds :* The way you perceive it, substantially expressing "Yeah you're stupid this is how life works, deal with it" is literally what this poem is supposed to transcribe from my interior. And the reason why I write in general is exactly because of my complex of not being able to deal with what happens in the outside world; there's be no art at all if everyone was so intelligent and humble to the disasters, maybe like you are, my dear ignorant friend ^-^.
Apart from that, there are some points you did not get quite accurately:
1. It is not about my lame bf as I am retarded enough to not have one, I only manage to f**k around and break the hearts of the ones I love, ups.
2. This piece of writing, even though the name does not necessarily suggest that, is more about the relationship man-nature-universe, rather than solely interhuman; you'll get it when you're older and remove most of your hate out of your virgin a*s :)

Kisses,
Andreea.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the below lines dear Andreea.
"As colors merge into a bloody dimension,
We do pour them until the state of the empty marble
Covered in the ground that we no longer feel
And under the flowers that we no longer smell,
Is wasting the pure essence from within.
During the seek and yearning of that which never did belong to us,
We are lusty animals that cannot escape the prison of our own body,
but goddam we try"
When we learn. Us and the animals. We are the same. Maybe we gain some wisdom. You gave powerful statements making the reader feel and understand. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote