Tag: #wordpressblogpoetry

Tomorrow is Now

ggkalfas

How much longer do you think you and I have left? I am not sure either. This is why you and I must treat tomorrow as if it were today; as if it were now- as if it was occurring at this very moment. It is interesting, as you and I do not know what will occur tomorrow, let alone within the next five minutes. Consciousness transitions both time and space, yet consciousness also transcends within itself. Life is a state of consciousness, just as death itself is. There is no escaping tomorrow, as at one time, right now, was once considered tomorrow. Fucked up how that works; isn’t it? But then again, you and I are pretty fucked up.

Sin and Sorrow

ggkalfas

There are no words I can use, which you will not misinterpret or abuse. A loose fuse, dying to lose. If there was one thing I could choose, would be to forget the memories, which haunt my thoughts every second I live within this life. There is nothing else contained within this life, which I could use to rhyme. It seems that time has run away from me, and has sought greener pastures without me in it. So, now I am here, with nothing and no one listening loud and clear. How else did you think it was going to end? A red rose, which smells sweet and romantic, or a delusional oppressed mind, running in circles, fragmented and manic? Life is a cycle of sin and sorrow, with no afterthoughts of death tomorrow. Sometimes life just does not rhyme, yet whether or not if it does, we all will eventually run out of time.

Pretentious Pretending

ggkalfas

The sounds of the sirens keep knocking. The looks from their eyes keep staring. An easy distraction, which will pull you under its spell. Basic words for basic minds. I know you don’t mind. I know you do not understand my words, wordings, or meaning. A one hit wonder that no one wonders about. A cyclops-minded type of enthusiasm, which leaves you emptied, but full of guilt. Those day have now died, along with the attention you once had. And no, you will never see it again. I know you still do not understand my words, but your pretentious type of pretending suits you the best.