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for I do not know if I should write in notebooks or on this laptop that hurts my eyes. When I hold a pen, and press it to a piece of paper inside a notebook, I feel alive. It feels organic. And the universe notices the concentration of pure energy. Nature. However, my consciousness flows at tops speeds all the time. (literally) And writing on my laptop aids the flow. At what price? my soul, possibly. for, its not organic, the process. It is false. I look around my residence and see a TV a Laptop a Smartphone and I weep. Nature is dead. I am confused. Poems scattered in various notebooks. Meltdowns ending with it all crumpled and in the garbage. followed by regret for I just murdered my own children and threw them in a container with spoiled cat food, ***** napkins, empty beer bottles, and scraps from breakfast (Salsito turkey sandwich) Nothing makes sense and nothing I write matters to anyone Indeed, I know, I am simply a poet, and I crave suffering. This new millennium genocide is perfect for a guy like me who wants to fade away slowly and in pain.
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
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for I do not know if I should write in notebooks or on this laptop that hurts my eyes. When I hold a pen, and press it to a piece of paper inside a notebook, I feel alive. It feels organic. And the universe notices the concentration of pure energy. Nature. However, my consciousness flows at tops speeds all the time. (literally) And writing on my laptop aids the flow. At what price? my soul, possibly. for, its not organic, the process. It is false. I look around my residence and see a TV a Laptop a Smartphone and I weep. Nature is dead. I am confused. Poems scattered in various notebooks. Meltdowns ending with it all crumpled and in the garbage. followed by regret for I just murdered my own children and threw them in a container with spoiled cat food, ***** napkins, empty beer bottles, and scraps from breakfast (Salsito turkey sandwich) Nothing makes sense and nothing I write matters to anyone Indeed, I know, I am simply a poet, and I crave suffering. This new millennium genocide is perfect for a guy like me who wants to fade away slowly and in pain.
This new world is hard for me to handle. © Danny Mak 2015
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
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