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What We Are (In the Dark)
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Mindscapes
Untouchable
Unknowable
Intangible
Deeper darkness lurking in the twilight,
Murky depths, rejected by the sunlight.
Monsters creeping in the dark,
Gleaming eyes filled with savagery,
Mouths filled with glistening teeth.
I have walked amongst apparitions.
I have faced demons and gods.
No foe or ally is greater than myself.
The split, the divide, is as
Different as day and night,
Greater than the space
Between the darkest point of the ocean
And the stars. We exist
Between the realms.
Aware of both, grasping one,
Fearing the other,
When nothing truly exists.
For what is the self other than
A collection of thoughts,
Of ideas, a ghost?
I think this is great
Your words read smooth as honey. Yes, love your little monster, know it, like it.."cuz it ain't leavin' anytime soon, right?..." (knowing it keeps it little ;-).
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I'm glad you didn't write
I'm glad you didn't write that essay (not saying you shouldn't) I liked how serious (dark) the poem was and if you couldn't tell I thought the title was brilliant. Nice write.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
I'm actually STILL trying to
I'm actually STILL trying to write that essay. *Laughs* However, my minds keeps going off on existential tangents as I write, distracting me terribly. Thank you for your comments, I truly appreciate them.
After all, what good is a thought if it isn't thought about in kind?