“How do you calm a mind that never sleeps?
Constantly abuzz like the New York streets,
Always searching, sifting, calculating,
Finding meaning in the most minute of details,
Especially if those details are meaningless,
Especially if they aren’t.
My mind calculates way less than it used to,
There’s much less it needs to do,
Experience has installed a spam filter.”
~Wald
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That is the most horrible poem I have ever read.
Disappointed?
Nah. Nobody’s perfect. Not always, at least.
I admit it’s not my best work, but I felt the need to get it out there anyway.
Wald
The spam filter thing kinda kills it. Big build up towards banality. Actually, I find it a bit funny; could imagine enjoying to create such an artistical faux pas myself. But it is still horrible!
Lost inspiration there. Maybe I should have left it with two stanzas. Or held it until a better time.
I suspect the latter. I’ll leave it up as a reminder of what not to do.
Wald
Nothingness bears patterns
and patterns bear nothingness
no peace is found in the unbearable lightness of being.