Existentialism Poems
A High-jacked Mind
by Montaigne Foxcroft
Learning
Yearning
Tossing and Turning
What is the point of anything if this world will end up burning?
We turn serious matters into a joke
To some folk the air they breath
Is the thing on which they choke
The book of life, so to speak, specifies not to be "unequally yoked"
Does not this same book read that love bears all things?
Where is the line, who's to say that we actually understand the construct of time
......
When
by j d
When the feeling is gone and the days are too long
When you’re crying for fear, of deciding wrong
When sky always grey and the suns far too bright
When you can never sleep
When you’re out every night
When you’re too nauseous to eat & too nauseous to sleep
And the evil thoughts
Begin to creep
......
-WORDS V/S WORDS-
by Tanya Kaur
We love words of every murdered whites,
warmly touch us,
we touch them,
with no touch!
As we found something unsaid, unspoken & untone for our soul to feel....
... which are mortal with no identity
but with eternity
...& What if these words tame us..!!
Alpha and Omega Blues
by Chris Quinn
I have raked the coals
Of what passes for my soul
Stoked it into ire
I cannot perne in a gyre
The seas no longer crowded
Earth smells like a burning tire
We live so close to death
That we may awaken yet
It seems right not to consume
To live as dead until breath seems like theft
......
Alpha and Omega Blues
by Chris Quinn
I have raked the coals
Of what passes for my soul
Stoked it into ire
I cannot perne in a gyre
The seas no longer crowded
Earth smells like a burning tire
We live so close to death
That we may awaken yet
It seems right not to consume
To live as dead until breath seems like theft
......
-WORDS V/S WORDS-
by Tanya Kaur
We love words of every murdered whites,
warmly touch us,
we touch them,
with no touch!
As we found something unsaid, unspoken & untone for our soul to feel....
... which are mortal with no identity
but with eternity
...& What if these words tame us..!!
When
by j d
When the feeling is gone and the days are too long
When you’re crying for fear, of deciding wrong
When sky always grey and the suns far too bright
When you can never sleep
When you’re out every night
When you’re too nauseous to eat & too nauseous to sleep
And the evil thoughts
Begin to creep
......
A High-jacked Mind
by Montaigne Foxcroft
Learning
Yearning
Tossing and Turning
What is the point of anything if this world will end up burning?
We turn serious matters into a joke
To some folk the air they breath
Is the thing on which they choke
The book of life, so to speak, specifies not to be "unequally yoked"
Does not this same book read that love bears all things?
Where is the line, who's to say that we actually understand the construct of time
......
