Monday, October 18, 2010

Verisimilitude - Weekly Poem

Everything I see is just reflected light
Everything I feel is just atoms repelling my atoms
Simple magnetism denotes my place in my world
It’s all a trick of the senses, nothing is as it seems
My world is an illusion I can’t escape

We are all made of stars
Everything when you get down to it
Is the same as everything else
I have rocks as bones
Blood rivers for veins
Craters of failures
Scars of my past mistakes
A series of extinction events
Everyday is a fossil, something to be remembered
My past, memory a series of voids in rock
Someday I’ll be found, carbon dated to the year
I was in my basement with an empty bottle of wine


I feel like I can say this all better. Or just find one way to say it without having to repeat myself by saying the same thing but only in a different way. Or maybe I just needed a direction or an end in sight. I know what I’m saying but I’m just rambling because I don’t know where I’m headed with this. It’s like I’m just saying that the sky is blue, and then explaining why the sky is blue. Damn. Writing is hard.

New Poems will be going up on Weekends because I work during the week.

Also I think I'm going to take another stab at this poem tonight. Maybe.

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