Unhappy Endings

My thoughts are folding into my mind

 

Having no sense of feeling

Is like not having a soul

My internal spirit is f*****g my brain

And killing it

Making it succumb to the nastiness of reality

But I choose to ignore it

Because I have no sense of reason

Or thought

 

Drunk on the powers of holding on to the things that don’t exist anymore

Floating into a place that’s not there

Things like happiness are distant memories of my forgotten past

But I cling to them like a long lost love

Yearning for their return

So that I can feel like a human being

Instead of an alien to this unknown universe of mine

Existing in a state of mind that has no credibility

Because I have no sanity leftover from the days that mattered

 

Importance is not a concept that I’m aware of

Nothing matters anymore

Life is not absolute

Because death is the ultimate inevitability

And nothing makes a difference in the long run

Because no matter what problems we solve

The solutions always create new problems

Until the world comes to an end

Because we know it will come to an end

 

It’s another one of those inevitabilities

That we hope to avoid in our lifetime

So we can force the burden onto our great, great grandchildren

Selfishness is an undeniable quality in every person whether we like to admit it or not

We are not ready or able to deal with the certainty of the annihilation of human existence

Even though we have to admit that this is evidently our fate

There is only so much that our world can take

Before it gives up on our sad attempts to save it

There’s no use denying it

 

We must realize that our hopeless future is undoubtedly fixed on our extinction

Author's Note

Just so you know so that you don't go over-analyzing this too much: I was pretty drunk when I wrote this piece and I'm not really sure where I was trying to go with it.

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[black_rose_obsession]

"Having no sense of feeling

Is like not having a soul

My internal spirit is f*****g my brain

And killing it

Making it succumb to the nastiness of reality

But I choose to ignore it

Because I have no sense of reason

Or thought"

I can really relate to it. And you wrote this while you were drunk!! I couldn't write something half this good sober with Emily Dickinson AND Mark Twain sitting next to me and feeding me lines. AMAZING write! You are EXTREMELY talented you've capturened my mind and my feelings and I've only read two pieces of your work. I really love your writing. I think you did an amazing job here and you should keep at it drunk or sober your an amazing writer. The poem comes to face with reality and it's a scary place to be being numb because we tend to hurt ourself just to feel SOMETHING. 'Reality's price for life is death'. My mom told me that when my dad died a few years ago and I know what she meant by it, but you describe it in a vivid and beautiful way. Great write Good job and Keep up the good work!

[BLACKCRUSH]

Wow I wont try to to analyze your piece but damn if you wrote that when you were drunk I can only imagine what you write when your sober.No but seriously I thought this was a very intelligent and poignant piece . Great job