Ding!! I am somewhere and nowhere all at once
in isolation i am the most mobile
my mind teleports from different places through networks of information
instantaneously im sent back and forth through different ages and stages of time
There are only so many things to say with rhyme
im done with rhyme
my writings shed these shackles of structure
and wonder aimlessly in nature
free to speak clear, analyze to weigh up the environment
and execute actions borne out of ration of which i am now a bastion
The lonely tiger stalks the sociable wilder beast
they see him as an outsider but he feasts and feasts!
they talk amongst each other but they do not confront the predator
for they know it is dangerous!
The strategist waits for ages and ages and fills pages with maticoulously detailed plots that are by the most rigourous measures foolproof and padlocked
thus his intentions will be solidified/
he grows perculiar with isolation/
withdrawn from the world to study it and better himself
but he is slowly bringing his own destruction/
his reverance of the world turns to distain/
and its plain as day to see when he speaks and acts that hes pre-occupations ar obscure/ pure intentions have rotted and become redundant like the departure of the sun when the leaves no longer flourish/ when currents change dirrection too frequently the water is deemed turbulent/
some say he appears turbulent but far beneath the surface he sees the world in glimpses/ the glimpses are significant so he sees the turbulence as trivial/
the snake puts it tail in its mouth and begins to digest itself.
I wrote this in isolation on sat night. I dont write poetry but i thaught of this one line n had to write it and it writ itself you know. It probly doesnt make sense this is my first writing of this kind. Thats what isolation whill do to you. Am i still isolated know peole are online in this forum but where still just sitting at a bland keeboard staring at plastic monitors interpreting a whole bunch of 1's and 0's. Thats enuff thank you
in isolation i am the most mobile
my mind teleports from different places through networks of information
instantaneously im sent back and forth through different ages and stages of time
There are only so many things to say with rhyme
im done with rhyme
my writings shed these shackles of structure
and wonder aimlessly in nature
free to speak clear, analyze to weigh up the environment
and execute actions borne out of ration of which i am now a bastion
The lonely tiger stalks the sociable wilder beast
they see him as an outsider but he feasts and feasts!
they talk amongst each other but they do not confront the predator
for they know it is dangerous!
The strategist waits for ages and ages and fills pages with maticoulously detailed plots that are by the most rigourous measures foolproof and padlocked
thus his intentions will be solidified/
he grows perculiar with isolation/
withdrawn from the world to study it and better himself
but he is slowly bringing his own destruction/
his reverance of the world turns to distain/
and its plain as day to see when he speaks and acts that hes pre-occupations ar obscure/ pure intentions have rotted and become redundant like the departure of the sun when the leaves no longer flourish/ when currents change dirrection too frequently the water is deemed turbulent/
some say he appears turbulent but far beneath the surface he sees the world in glimpses/ the glimpses are significant so he sees the turbulence as trivial/
the snake puts it tail in its mouth and begins to digest itself.
I wrote this in isolation on sat night. I dont write poetry but i thaught of this one line n had to write it and it writ itself you know. It probly doesnt make sense this is my first writing of this kind. Thats what isolation whill do to you. Am i still isolated know peole are online in this forum but where still just sitting at a bland keeboard staring at plastic monitors interpreting a whole bunch of 1's and 0's. Thats enuff thank you
