Plummeting void of primitive desire
All is passion and idolism
An existential angst, consuming your thoughts
What meaning is there behind "the one"?
You're a caveman deep down
Starved for attention
Note: this poem is the combined result of two "five-minute-write" challenges (below).
[Write about an emotion: Neutral]
Infinitely white, plummeting void of hypnotic, dulcet tones.
All is monotonal and subdued on the face, but vibrantly conflicting within.
An endless battle with melancholic thoughts.
Existential angst getting you down about the meaning behind your existence.
No expression. Uneasy, and evidently rigid.
Face twitching as a tiny amount of black ink seeps through the stainless blast doors.
Feeling nothing, and everything at the same time.
[Write about something else: Infatuation]
Primative desire, burning sweltering passion and idolism.
Hot, fiery romance and a lovingly fierce flame that ignites within.
Burnt fingers when the flame gets too hot; world consumed by thoughts of "the one"
Overwhelming and unfaltering flares to morph, snap, shape, and join your hearts.
That's the meaningful bit.
But the caveman still lies within. Starved for attention.
Copyright © Michael Whatley | Year Posted 2016
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