I wish neither to understand
nor wonder what it means to be man
I no longer seek out any paradise,
and I no longer fear my own demise
A man who doesn’t fear the pits of hell
The dark caves of his mind damned to dwell
Without ever finding the light at the end
But a part of him refuses to pretend
I am missing something in my life
There must be meaning behind this strife
I chose to be the blind man’s fool
Forever cursed to be Ignorance’s tool
Haunting me in the darkness of night
Not choosing to flee nor choosing to fight
Constant stride and light marks do tread
I wander these caves neither alive nor dead
This is actually based off the poem “Silent Flute” someone posted in another thread
I used to write with similar themes to these. Anyway, when I read poetry these days I like to produce something of my own, to reflect the way the content has affected me. This is my way of saying “thanks”. Please also accept my constructive criticism: the rhythm is slightly off in places, and the content is a little tired. But overall I think it is a fair attempt. Keep at it!
I don’t want to understand,
the lines of humanity on your hand.
I am a sack of organs,
not a man.
I am Odradek, I am
your insecurity your
fear of death.
Give me paradise or
save your breath.
Silence now,
I wanted to speak somehow, but
instead I choke, the light, I spoke,
but nothing came out.
I wonder if you really do view yourself as Ignorance’s tool. It seems to me that you have already made signifigant progress in developing religious/atheistic worldviews at your young age. I think it is great that you believe that you can learn from discussion and that you are seeking ways to better formulate your perspectives on philosophy. I live in RSM which isnt too far from your school. (UCI) Look me up sometime on aim.You know my sn!
