Open ended, closed sentences
a few, yet countless pretences.
Darkness even in the light
enormous, yet so slight.
A vastness compressesd into a space
a definite form, without a trace.
Coherently ambiguous thoughts
willingly, yet incredulously sought.
Silent eyes that speak
strong enough, yet quite weak.
Spoken words remain unsaid
a clanging silence awaits instead.
A colorfully dull existence
a purposeful, yet faint persistence.
Reading through the blank serenity
an identifiable anonymity.
An unfeelingly emotional spread
not alive, yet undead.....
- aleme avni
I'm pursuing my teenage years while being completely lost
Uncontrollable uncertainty unbinds me, shaking and stirring
False truths I then dwell upon, and then it proceeds to toss
My senses into a chance direction, I latch onto anything alluring
As my thoughts refine, soon I will find something to believe in
Ill look at my reality with it to the point of total distortion
That thing I hold onto becomes my spectacles until its worn thin
Then it is gone through an impulse of insightful contemplation
And again, I'll repeat the process that has made me very lost