*Written on 05/08/18*
Its funny to think
How
Things tend to be polar opposites,
But switch to resemble
One another so easily
In size.
As my body grows bigger
My mind shrinks and grows smaller
Quantum mechanics states
That opposites are connected
Like this
Without Yin
There can be no Yang
The connection is invisible
Between the two.
Connected by
And through
Creation.
Discomfort
Follows pleasure
Fat
Follows
small/skinny
And on and on into infinity
Just as with chaos
There is order
I have them both in me.
With a chaotic exterior
Maybe there is more chaos than order in me
Now that I think of it.
For my lifestyle
For my body's sudden shift/change towards
Weightier,
I find the order slipping
Out
Likewise
At the same time
Gain
And
Loss
They come together
As a package
Like New England's fucking weather.
Whatever
I'll be trying to leave here soon.
And thus the chaos
Ensues
Growing in size
In mass
Everything is changing,
Why don't you realize that
And get with the program
Dumbass
Before your ass
Encapsulates your whole being
Before your brain shrinks
To a tiny fucking seedling
A dead one
An unfurtile one
One that the sun can't even fix
One
That'll be like a junkie just itching for a fix
One.
Iota left, to carry
And not be dead just like this
Motherfucking song.
Like a broken record
I can't even begin to
Record
Any other word besides
The same one word
It's one word,
Over and over,
Having lost the flow
And the rhymes
That used to come to me all the time
I've been diminished to a slob
A slob with nothing
But a name
For all you know
My name could be Bob
Because you,
Reading this,
Probably don't even know me
You are probably reading this after having found my dead body
YOU ARE READING
Philosophical and Dark Poems
PoetryPhilosophical poems I've written over the years-warning, these things get really deep and some DARK. By Dark i mean-the subject of Death in relation to Life is discussed. Topics include: Time, Life, Death, Choices, Options, Happiness,Changing, Growi...
