#vacuous
#*No anti-word yet
For the vacuous thoughts
Ever blissful they float
In the vacuous mind*#
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
Less Is more Need Less
Words and Walls of self assured
Vacuous Vessels
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
A small kindness can’t sustain
A screaming, starving child.
One step at a time
Won’t bridge the distance
Between salvation and despair.
I click that button.
I like that you are running to beat cancer,
But you won’t.
The world boils and burns.
I won’t share anymore,
Because I don’t care anymore.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
When I die,
I do not want vacuous truths at my written eulogy.
I do not want people hear lies about me.
“She was beautiful.”
I am not. I was not.
Beautiful people knew how to dress.
They do not act like an awkward mess.
“She was strong and brave.”
I am not. I was not.
Strong and brave people do not cry themselves to sleep.
They do not consider themselves as a heap
“She was smart.”
I am not. I was not.
Smart people are not afraid of choices they make.
They are confident about the risks they take.
Before I die,
I want you to know that I am dull, anxious and dumb.
I am broken and small like a piece of crumb.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
i am lost in the wisp of your faltering
the fluttering of concrete entrenched
into stoic rigmarole
to reach out layer by layer
peeling unearthing
a catatonic subdivision of disjoint subdivisions
a limit ordinal
between touch and feeling
where we kiss on the cusp of that silent ocean on the edge of sound
drowned in the nebulous familiarity of
a distant melody
a tired resolve
re solve the old puzzle muscle memory's misted amnesia
half the pieces falling out the warn tinderbox
inarticulate drowned severed isomorphisms over
brea(d)thless infinities
self adjoint matted topologies
nestled snugly in the amniotic absolution
of form before being
hands of matted ice
contorted into perfection
by the sculpting propensities
of undulations of estrangement,
where we touch in the cusp of self reflections thousand mirrors inverted propensities
infinite infinitesimals
nestled meromorphic partitions
hidden corners in the brevity of dusk
multiplicities fragmenting behind empty veils
( to be seen is to be made discrete
to be discrete is to flicker
and disappear
(inevitably invariable
inevitable invariability))
we
stand in a waterfall of gravel
and drown our voices in the choke of our cellophane hearts
caked
into fillets of aphasic tundra
where we whisper our nothings in the desert on the boundary of silence
our words
escape us
like rats from shipwreck
we are
disembowelled catharsis
intentional and fatuous
retching upon itself
severed
and free
and dead
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC