Poetry Blogs (existentialism)
Crimson ultraviolet lust
And I could fill my head with sand
to sink to the bottom of the ocean
And wait for it land
Then soak me up
Like nothing more than soapy water splashed against a car
Over and over
Until we sparkle with diamonds in our eyes
And love in our hearts
Because maybe just then
We can finally realize that all good things come to an end
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 2:35 am
In that book, Nausea, Jean-Paul Sartre’s
Antoine Roquentin gets kind of freaked
Out just looking at the root of a chestnut tree.
I thought it was pretty weird at first,
Because how can you get through life
If you freak out every time you see a
Tree root or some fool thing like a tree root?
You couldn’t go on, could you? It’d just be
One crisis after another until you went
Insane and did...
Saturday 28th September 2019 7:06 am
Tell me woman, who is more honest:
The face who smiles, with bright murderers standing in lines,
covertly grinning, 'love exists, but in ways',
the face who cannot smile, even if it's smiling
as his beautiful eyes, now grown up flames, increasing their shape
in a strong kiss that bends two forests,
the face who lives through a fair winter
and claims, it hasn't cried
and the banks whe...
Thursday 15th December 2016 12:14 pm
I’m not sure if anyone feels like this,
Like you wanted to sleep for a thousand years.
Or just not exist,
Or just not be aware that you do exist.
I am Happy.
I as Sad.
And I can’t still figure out why.
It's so strange because sometimes,
I think you need both to find peace
Like light and dark,
One can not exist without the other.
It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.
Tuesday 17th November 2015 3:18 am
Everything that will happen has already happened.
This rain is making the grass greener and
these diseased birds are eating the garbage
from the ground. God continues to text us
encouragement although standard messaging fees apply.
The streetlights will turn green even if
no one is there to drive away,
the bread will turn bad in the freezer
no matter how tightly you wrap it,
and I have...
Monday 19th May 2014 9:15 pm
Why look for a pattern in the whole
And split the soul?
Some things just are.
I know when fate knocks
My socks off
I won’t ask why...
I’ll be very annoyed
But still- I’ll die,
Without a breath;
A fraction of a life,
A whole load of death.
Into myself and one
With the cycle of time;
I’ll become the prime.
Monday 23rd September 2013 12:04 pm