Meaningless

Meaningless

A Poem by Ed
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Free form writing that follows a string of thoughts exploring neurotism, spontaneity, self analysis, and expressing a slightly manic state in a lightly absurd fashion.

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I'm good with

lessons learned
Don't care much
care less about drawing lines to measure
a provacatuer mustache
eye's shine with unrecognized risk and unfocused towards self pity
a token nostalgia of weakness can turn into something beautiful
the arrow pointing back to the echoes of laughter
where it stands, I can smirk and grip prudently

to a vanity blurrring comfort and fixed neurotism

 a travesty worth mentioning

 one that makes meaningful pieces

 in evidence meaningless
Posture crafted by professionals
your real moments of life become clear

 just realizations finally reach when applied to notice
functions.
reassurance cost me the mirror, the cook, the cook book, and the taste for wholesome health

 what it means to savor.

 writing a poem to describe
how actions have consequences, single me out

 what a number.

  Because if I knew it wasn't a journey, just to end up in a long busdrive
to fill my time while I dread the experieces that await. 

whats next.  truth put to the test that god cares and he cares about me in slow and uncheatable incriments.

 boring isn't the word.

a wrong answer in such a place the thoughts of ideas to twist

Idea of being friendly is ludicrous. 

as if I that's where I'm headed.

Messed up, look back at the title I've forged.  Admit that somethings a miss, and being played by the numbers
its not unthinkable to think I'm next.
 

Rap about what.  losing my mind, articulation, no commentary or compliment will work if alone

 best bet is unhinged. 
waiting for the did alright for himself guy holding the flash card "Lose It'

the recoiling hysteria of a cartoon travels
thats how it feels when the importance of not caring is unhibiting my best held demeanor to this character

best thing I ever adhere to with words lived in a place like this

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best I ever felt. pathos tracts the twilight to follow the circumference
Precious endless slips and manages to salvage the rhythm, the unmistakable missing

 and marks
certain genesis character splint. Letting go of every pathetic answer to locate reference.
Draw me a picture of a hand holding an empty page illusory?

 what brought me to my knees                               
  My reputation and word, keeping this sense of flirting with instability

  priority. something exciting,  If I wrote anything, sharp words.

© 2017 Ed


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Added on April 18, 2017
Last Updated on December 14, 2017
Tags: abstract, free form, sponteneity, mania, unhinged, absurd

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