eugene-melnyk
I am only half a Human-being. / / This is a psychological journey into what we know as sentience, life, and meaning. / Life is not a question to be understood. There is no final understanding. We won't know. Maybe when we die we will, so hopefully there will be forums in that particular afterlife.
The smell of the grass reminds me of home
The old "hello's" ring through
The bark of the tree reminds me of ice cream cones
Cold vanilla made my fingers move
The texture of this rope reminds me of old
The smell of the air reminds me of hope
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
I would believe in god if nobody hurt
If nobody hurt we'd all be gods
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
I live in a cave
I have not slept for days
Maybe I'm starting to decay
I kind've smell coffee
Scrounging around for money
I kind've smell like codeine
Dreams flood over my vision
I haven't slept not even a smidgen
And now I'm passed out in the kitchen
I kind've smell nothing
And I kind've feel small
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
A time traveler's going in opposite directions.
Sometimes for the future, sometimes for the past.
Desperately trying to find a way to stop.
To live normal, as everyone should.
To go through-out life chronologically.
To see each moment as it is.
Not what could be or should've been.
To realize no matter what you do in every second,
you are you.
Humans as a self-identifying and somewhat egotistical species are especially bad at this.
We think in terms of "im this, im that, i can correlate to these people"
and sometimes we're right.
But a lot of the times a much simpler answer is needed.
"I am me.
I am not you,
I am not a thought,
I am not a theme nor a palette.
I only exist within this moment."
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
I am a mountain.
I am a vista.
I am a sea on blue floating above waves of trickled green.
I am the foam of the wave as it crashes.
I am the edge of the eye of the storm.
I am the darkest corners of your room.
I am the silence on a cool night.
I am the silence before death.
I will not erode
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
I sit and I stare at a body so bare not a single hair can be found.
It moans and aches as I lay awake, another sleepless night I am bound.
I toss and i turn as my full stomach churns, thinking of my queen and her crown.
I dream of a dance, and maybe just a chance, but odds are I'll be shut down.
So I'll stick to my corner and yearn no longer for the woman in the pale gown.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
I thought to think before,
But then I didn't.
I thought to eat before,
But I was full.
I dreamt of colorful colossus kalydascopes,
But I lay awake
I thought to live before,
But I forgot.
I thought to think,
But I think I was all out of ink.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
In senior year of highschool a fellow classmate called me a myth.
I felt this was an accurate title for what I was turning into.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
And that day,
I said I'd be back.
So i buttoned my coat, and grabbed my hat.
And I said tomorrow we'll go,
So don't be frownin no mo'.
Tomorrow never came and neither did the next,
No calendar date marked by accidents.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC