Time after time I find myself within over lapping paradoxes, which most do.
The past
The now
The future
What distinguishes the duration of each? How do we know tomorrow is indefinitely tomorrow.
Time is vaguely defined yet daunts our very existent. Time comes in thousands of forms and is applied in immeasurable theories. Philosophers and scientist believe they have it figured out. Bringing ‘enlightened’ books and articles to sedate the natural benumbed fear and anxiety time itself brings.
Time ends, we know this. But what about life after death? This question is vulnerable. Like time there is no concrete explanation, therefore many use this as a platform of interpretation. Almost as if we all are apart of an improv sitcom… waiting …who can conceptualize the most reliable, relatable, and comprehensive. Without this stage of influence we would all share a parallel mind. There would be nothing of political parties, nothing of beliefs, and nothing of morals. Time continually constructs who we are. Without this who are we really? Does time consume us or rather support? Should I follow what the great dalai says? Am i becoming the eternal slave of time?
STOP
do you see what you’ve done?
Now you…
your self is lost
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
What I have to say is meaningless
There is no nitty grit to my story
To my writing
You will get lost and wonder
“What is this poor girl trying to ponder?”
Without spell check I wouldn’t be able to finish this sentence
So I pretend to be intellectual for self satisfaction
Saying I understand the deeper meaning of life
Because nothing hurts more than being yourself
When all yourself wants to do Is cry
Maybe I should really stick that needle up my arm
To be this person I try so hard to find
Maybe it will be so deep in that vein
That ill finally see that door
I’ve been begging to come forth
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
We find with time that male superiority complex is declining in public media. Falling shortly behind the media is the change in government.
You see that countries, governments, even small parties are taking great strides to put women on the same pedestal as men.
But the media is right behind you
You become comfortably reassured by the hypnotic narcosis.
this just in
They declare culture is finally changing.
They report women are becoming equals.
They announce women finally are less ***** and more empowered. But where are these “facts” when I see with my own eyes.
When I hear with my own ears.
The masqueraded violence we try so hard to hide
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
there is no need
to read this poem
it doesn't have
a lot going on
in no way does it
dive in deep
or keep you on
the edge of your seat
nor lends itself to
a sultry tune
where it speaks of
life's doom and gloom
this poem will not
start a blaze
with anything
it has to say
it's not here
to make you think
you'll forget it all
by the time you leave
this poem you really
need not read
because this poem
doesn't say anything
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
My poetry *****
along with yours
nothing but a sad story
about how you inescapably feel
in that moment
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
I fear your words
Those monotone eyes
Say nothing wise
But
The curve on your lip
And
The grip of your fist
Keep me in fear of what's to come next
If I could go back
And warn her
I would say
Speak out you will not
For your opinions do not matter
Your lips may move
But only for his pleasure
You will see no rainbows
You will hear no angels
You will only fear
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Time
As i write this poem
hours
min utes
se co nd s
are wasted
What could you be doing
what could you be saying
What could you be feeling
Is your last breath being taken?
R
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC