The arts appeal to me. Specifically poetry and visual art. The forms seem to be intriguingly able to speak for themselves, and so I let them speak for me.
Nelson
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- Says The Telephone Booth -
Irony is the structure Art is the medium I am the observer As well as the opinion knowledge is the point Originality is the purpose Living is the result That we are not worthless Ignorance is the reason Industry is the truth We live in hostility Says the telephone booth Read Full Story »
- A Questionable Essay -
To never have to choose again is a magnificent gift. The decisions in life take up a ridiculous amount of our time. Think about the time you spend thinking, pondering, and debating in your everyday life. Just imagine sleeping in ten minutes later because you don’t need to choose dessert or no dessert at dinner, or watching an extra hour of television because you know, without the need to decide, that you aren’t going for a run the next day. Thinking takes time, but even so, this is hard to convince people to stop doing. Instead, I find it helpful… Read Full Story »
- A Moment -
Scared freedom Will overcome you Scared passion Will destroy you Live following Your Past Because Your future Can outrun you Enjoy the present Or history will define Join the joy of allusion This moment is mine Read Full Story »
- Child Looks -
Child looks at she She looks at he He looks at we As we look and see She agrees with something He agrees with nothing They are disagreeing with everything As we watch The fighting She has been hurting he has been hearing They have been suffering As the world sees them bluffing She lives to be happy He lives to be wealthy They live together sadly As we look at them judgmentally Child looks at she She looks at he He looks at we As we look and see Read Full Story »
- The Paperweight -
I sit at the table for another couple minutes, then get up. I don’t like sitting, the stillness feels uneasy. The window is open. It is too windy, and my papers are dangerously close to flying away. I do my best to keep them down with my collection of paperweights, but I don’t mind. They are the written words of my head. The danger would be if my head were to fly away. Then the thoughts could quite possibly no longer be recreated. I have writers block. My mind has decided it has no fresh thoughts to give. It is… Read Full Story »
- An Invisible Paradise -
An invisible paradise Camouflaged by realism Escapes Collapsing idealism Growth is experimental Only one try Fail or be failed By the ever watching eye Fight or be fought At your own cost When you are as ignorant As you are lost They with their weapons Known to be used Grow or be grown We are all abused Formula is the structure Structure is you’re life And so you live In structure, and not paradise Read Full Story »
- Immense -
The immense power of anger overwhelms me. The familiar undefined emotion. The mind explosive. The trigger, and then, quiet consuming. Nothing And then, An aching so deep Ready Deadly Waiting for a moment and then... The crack of irrepressible hate cuts through my body Faster Faster each time Stop! Silence Back from my inner rage. With the world but still alone in the atmosphere of arrogance admitting I am among the confused. Read Full Story »
- The Kettle -
The kettle is on the stove The cup is waiting by I walk over to the desk No, thoughts aren’t ready yet This disaster The misery of my attempt, mocking A corrupted mind? Do I just need my tea? The kettle is on the stove The pen is waiting by I slump down at the desk No, thoughts aren’t ready yet I fear eternal unfamiliarity with my mind A corrupted mind? Bring me back to a place of sturdy thought Do I just need my tea? A place of conscious thinking A corrupted mind, with a beautiful thought Potential words… Read Full Story »