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    dots Submission Name: vitrinedots

    Author: Outlaw
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 513/417/196
    Words: 232
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       non sense. at its finest.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.


    it's not the transparency of feelings
    but the perspective from within gray clouds
    and the slow wistful weening -
    it's not the fear of being alone
    but being immediately alone, indefinitely
    I could say I am bereft of care
    which I am,
    but in a sense I could also say it isn't
    being alone that I fear as much as myself
    and the perspective of that self without
    any other insight besides my own-
    which is to say, I fear my perception

    the inability to be in a way that is expressed
    expressing every intricate ramification of an
    insignificant existence, a bleeding that gushes
    because the pressure within is greater than
    the outward flow between the lips of torn thighs

    the cut, tear, cleft of reality revisiting the externally
    binding definition of my existence.

    knowingly saying a misunderstood thing while
    unable to change the outcome. uselessly knowing.

    like the banging of little fists on a glass pane
    revisiting the gruesome facts of reality, the death
    of meaning, the end of caring...
    the patter of intransmutable want, desire, hope
    against the frigid formality of structures
    the classical, wanton necessity of survival
    or is it time, and space - spacetime, timespace

    a sad little face, scaped by tears and frustration
    in the form of bloated cheeks, and dilated blood vessels--
    the searing of cool tears against cooling cheeks

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    So you've given up on transpicuous and gotten into a lightning bow hat pick. Atrociously impetuous impudence isn't getting it anymore on the impromptu innuendo juncture. You imagine getting into a pugnacious audacity but you're afraid it could become a brusque macabre abrupt and leave you bereft of companionship. Ah the slow wistful weening. Enough to strike fear in the heart of the fiercest troll.

    You've already tried to be the transcendent nimbus nimiety nihilism exorcist. Why you could even harm babies with this stuff. But apparently it's all an illusion. So much for the existential rationals of identity crisis.

    Risque rive rollick and reaving ravel rave it raw leaves you revisiting your identity crisis and imagining the objectified manifest thereof.

    Perhaps the reason we poets are so misunderstood is because language, or linguistic syntax is sheer dialectic semantics, pseudonym epithets of nomenclatural malaprop and misnomer. So much for its symbolical regalia.

    I can see you are distracted to distraught. The macabre gruesome of yore. Your enigma's entity fights against the conceptions of your sentience, or was that just your wristwatch you were checking.

    When I was your age I had a bout with crying over the magnitude of the problem, but I decided to relate to the heights of my mentality instead.

    Well, what do you think? Missed it by ten yards and a mile you say. What's to say? It can be difficult to see the objects inside a snow globe.


    PS: I wish you'd try my post 'Transpicuous' or maybe 'Anonymity Emanation'. I'd love to hear your comments.
    | Posted on 2013-09-16 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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