Existence

not really a poem just ongoing thoughts...

The feeling of withering to nothing

is actually no sensation 

because of staying in one place too long

The feeling of not knowing anything beyond oneself

or not growing because of knowing something too long

but nothing else besides what one already knows.

is it like staying young forever?

or more like staying in the past forever 

in these strange changing times.

technology taking over; new ways of communication.

The lack of growth again... for oneself.

Or when one can just slothly pick at a cell phone.

How can one live that way without nausea?

it doesn't go away, consuming all wonder

like of what tomorrow will be or the future

further down the supposedly bright road

of endless possibilities.

Like finally feeling YOU with 

everyone and everything.

the labor one puts is of quantity not quality.

but should it not be of quality?

spiritual and value driven...

But every word, every attempt seems fruitless.

And another thing comes to...

I scream to know already

what good is all this really?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[DearSweetAgony]

In the beginning I will admit that I didn't really know what you were talking about. However, after reading a little more of your write I learned to understand your meaning. I believe that you are talking about today's youth and how we are becoming more unrealistic. I completely understand where you are coming from. This write has a couple of problems with grammar but its golden when it comes down to meaning. Great job, I enjoyed reading.

[alanwgraham]

I really like this. Its a fascinating glimpse into what you are thinking about your place in that mystery of life. I guess that this is what most of my own writing is about.,
One great thing to learn form this kind of writing is that others are thinking similar thoughts. There is no great meaning to life - we muddle through. What good is this? - we can do good and influence others.
Well done
Alan

[Bridgette's Ink]

This poem unravels my brain. You rarely find a poem written beautifully that makes the reader think, usually poems are drenched in oh-so-familiar emotions that tire the reader quite easily. Keeping my attention isn't an easy task, yet this poem managed to. Frankly, I loved it.

[Alessander]

this might be my fav from you to date.

It feels like a soliloquy - it has sentiments of Shakespeare's

"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

It is a questioning of existence itself - a nihilistic nausea residing in the gut - just sitting there, festering, without clear definition or resolution or remedy.

The word Nausea itself esp coupled with possibility made me think of Sartre's novel "Nausea" in which the protagonist is sickened by the burden of possibility and responsibility and creating meaning out of nothingness.

This poem ends perfectly - offering no cheezy cure - life is more question mark than trite tidy slogans ending in a period.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The strange thing I've noticed about age is that we grow until we are grown and then we basically stay the same inside while our bodies fall apart. You look inside an old person sometime...there's a teenager in there...a girl or a boy who wants to be young again...who still "feels" young but their body has betrayed them...and that really is a lousy thing. I can relate to this write and I enjoyed reading...thank you for sharing it with us.

[Wolfwind Words]

This flow of thoughts as you put it, I find to be one of the most amazing and profound. The idea's, images and the emotions they bring into being are pure woven wisdom. I can relate to these thoughts on so many deep levels, that I find myself in awe that a piece of ink has captured so much of what I believe.

Thanks you for sharing this!
Wolfie

[Jess.]

I like this and agree with it to a point. There is nothing better than actually BEING with a person face to face. All these social networking sites, and fancy phones have gotten out of control, but sometimes, a text message, or facebook is the only way to keep in touch with someone, and that is quite sad, but often true.

[Miss Kitty]

Your poem has incited thought within people, it seems, or at least provoked response!
It is a personal subject for each of us I suppose.
Initially your poem drew me in as I believed that the withering about which you spoke was physical, the loss of the body so to speak! The word 'technology' clarified this for me, but the sudden jolt could be compared to the sudden leaps that man kind have made into technological advancements... Was this intentional?
Anyway, a thought provoking piece :)
Tc
xX

[Coyote Poetry]

Your poem question many things. I believe we have depend on on electronic too much. I miss the long conversations and good friends gather for laughter and fun.
"How can one live that way without nausea?
it doesn't go away, consuming all wonder
like of what tomorrow will be or the future
futher down the supposedly bright road
of endless possibilities."
Thank you for the amazing poem. Poetry support to make you think. You did.
Coyote

[Dream Weaver]

The fourth line seventh word should be "Beyond"
Other then that a very depressing write, which
is perfectly penned...