Poem: Existential Conversations–II. Meaninglessness

Scribbles of thought line plans
On human consciousness
Marking out ambitions to follow
Of grand designs of existence
Dreams of carving deep names
Into Yggdrasil lasting forever

Poem: Another Never Again Day

Sleeping in the shadow of willows
She laces her fingers through dirt
Trying to feel connected to anything
Trying to keep herself from floating away
It’s another never again day

Poem: Filling Up the Essence of Emptiness

The coffee cup is empty
as I am, I can refill
the cup
I’m less sure about myself

As someone wise once told me,
nothingness can be useful;
in the cup
nothingness gives it purpose

Poem: Empty Streets for Empty Souls

Empty streets feel lonely
Even in the yellow lights
Of ever burning street lamps
Casting pale shadows
On late evening wanders
Meandering cracked paths
Leading to locked doors
Shuttered windows dark
No safe harbor in the night

Poem: What’s the Point

From the inside out
I can feel the decay
Setting in my veins
Watching the walls
Melting before my eyes
I wonder what it’s all for