Tagged: existential

The Island

Light pours between my eyelids as I slowly open them to reveal a milky blue sky so pale as to be almost white. As I begin to stir I realize I’m laying in gentle green grass, almost cotton like in it’s softness. I’ve never seen grass like this before in my life. Surely it’s never seen a blade before. How did I end up here? Searching my mind I can’t bring anything to sharp focus. It’s as if everything up until this very moment is a blur. I’m not even sure who I am. Sitting up, my eyes take in […]

Tapping My Mind

I It sits there lifeless, defying my mind I stare at it endlessly, yet feel so blind Where did it come from? why is it here? These questions have answers, and yet, I fear, I will never ever know just how It came to be. So to it I must bow What is before me now is old rusty but once was new, then used in trusty what purpose could it have served in life? could it have belonged to a husband or wife? or is it from a kitchen of a fancy restraunt that dished out food for the […]

Lying in Bed

resltlessly lying in my bed my hair strewn ’bout my head i ponder now my own existence and find it makes no form of sense to love, to lose; and then to cry come pain and wanting that  i die to live, to love; to love, to lose to see things from another’s shoes if i be asked i’ll take a chance on Satan and his fiery lance than ponder just what it means one man has riches, another beans till then i am, just quite content to lie in bed and just lament

My Shell

i crawl into my little shell no things to see no things to smell none of the things they’ve got out there outside there is just so much sound of foxes chasing down the hound but i can hide, i know just where despite the sound in steady swell I’ll sit in silence in my shell nor more need for me to go out there i hear one single lonely noise the solit’ry sound of my minds voice slipping in from everywhere it comes to me in dead of night no sound or struggle with nary a fight to me […]