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Mar 2014
When you introduce yourself to someone, you should say the most important part of yourself first. Most people say their name. What the **** does that have to do with who you are? When I introduce myself to people, I say, hi, I write poems. That doesn't really mean much either. I'll let you in on a secret: Writing poetry is pointless. Poetry is this vain struggle to scrabble at our last dregs of humanity as they escape out the door. Poetry is a grasp at our fast-fading hearts as they beat their last and we try and grab them and shake them we can't get it back, we can't escape the inevitable cold and the crushing loneliness. Poetry is my dying breath as I write, write, and write, trying to light a candle as the darkness sweeps over the land. Poetry is the loud voice drowned in the waterfall because there's something within me that refuses to be silent, there's a voice that cannot be quenched and I will not sit down, I will not let this escape. I will attempt in vain to survive death and stand before time defiant, flipping time off like the ******* it is, shouting through darkness and tears and writhing limbs to spread light and to climb that ******* mountain because my lamp is going on top of there if it's the last thing I do. We strive every day at a hopeless cause: to immortalize the mortal and to describe the indescribable. To say, 'I write poems' is to check into the insane asylum. "Hello, my name is 'captain of the futile efforts'". I write poems, and I'm crazy because people die all the time and I can't do anything about it and our memories, our memories, are fragile and easily swayed. Life passes us by every single day and the writers, the poets like me try and catch it and not let it slip through our fingers because we're scared, that's who I am, I'm scared I'm gonna die and I can't avoid it so this is a last-ditch effort for you to understand me and me to understand you and maybe this time it will outlast oblivion.
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