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Suicide of the Ego (Free verse) by Drifting Shadow

Every day of the life you have walked, Has lead you to this step of steps, To step into the abyss, The abyss of nothing. It looks dark in there, It looks light out here, but it is as it is, and it is the same. For the years of fear and pain, Hanging on by your fingernails, Thinking, wanting, trying… To die. When all along you knew you couldn’t. Who would of thought? That now you have seen your worth, Now you have seen your potential, And you have decided to live, That the only way to do that is death, Not for your body, Kill your ego, See nothing, But truly see it. Be nobody, And grow again what did not wither. You fear what you will see, When you step into the abyss. You fear what you will see, When you step out of the abyss. But that fear has been outgrown, By the fear of the world you created.

zodiac 28-May-04/7:00 PM
1) "see you aint got a clue because you think in balck [sic] and white" means nothing to me. I happen to think the basis of all "clues" is perceiving things as clearly as possible. Who wouldn't? Oh. You. Well, if you want to argue some anti-intellectual nonsense, by all means go ahead, but I should point out to you that you're the one who already looks half-gay and incapable of spelling such a simple word as black.

2) "you think too much because you dont trust your own judgement" - ibid. And does that even begin to make sense? No. How the hell else would I arrive at judgments other than by thinking them? Wait - maybe if I just took the judgments of others, such as Jesuses or fictional shaolin monks? But no, that would be the height of not trusting my own judgment.

3) To say "I don't know anything at all and neither does anyone else" is bosh to the max. Of course I know simple things, such as my address and how to tie my shoes (at least, by the third attempt.) One of the things I know with a reasonable degree of certainty is what a crap poem looks like, having written literally hundreds of them myself and read thousands on poemranker (while you, let's be clear, haven't read any.)

5) Stop worrying about whether you can "keep coming back and laughing at me," and start confabulating some way to make a lick of sense and not look like some kind of, I don't know, irrationally laughing guy.

6) Great.




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