July 17, 2015
To be in a state of monumental
disorientation is easy,
but the outcome is not so much as pleasing.
Time to time, you feel glorified from the ends of the earth
to the rim of nirvana,
but only results in the realization that you are dreaming.
The longevity of this experience is chaotic,
but in the means is peaceful.
You feel so fortified, it's deafening.
Yet when this ends, you're so small and feeble.
What is the point of the climax,
just to find yourself just as broken,
just as miserable?
The only contrastive notion is that you're more physically damaged than before.
For a few moments,
the aura is fervent and ardent
and so much more vibrant.
But when the circumstances resolve,
You're only so much as more conflicted than you already had been.
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What's On My Mind
Non-FictionIn this series, I'll be posting poems and other creative writing. I want to share these, and all of them are pretty personal. Overall, I write down whatever's on my mind.
