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Destroy Yourself


trying too hard is a terrible thing

trying at all even

life is trying

power is not justified

synthesis is ignored

isolation: the most familiar

words are better off nonexistent

apathy is humanity

relevant is nothing

 

searching for discarded death

a pool of fiberglass and dust

keen on the senses

desperate and disheveled

leave it all unfinished…

15 replies on “Destroy Yourself”

It is readers like you that enable me to continue. It’s funny you mention conquering yourself, I’m in the midst of my second Nietzsche kick in life. Ironically enough, since the title of my site is the opposite of his intentions (although he sure thought he understood weakness more than anyone else, however, if he lived through the horrors of the 20th century I think he’d be a little different in his philosophizing, but that’s just me).

I will thank you every time you spout your wisdom at me, and so, thank you again.

It is my pleasure. I don’t understand fully the feelings you describe except as they manifest themselves through your words, where they are certainly felt. This is the irony of it. Destruction can be liberation, for it can chew away, bite away, burn away the blight as I call it – that insidiousness that hangs over us, and that we are not really better of without because it gives us the power to write, and without that what are we. You have words. This is a greatness. Don’t seek to escape yourself. Seek to conquer yourself. If you can write like this, you are already on your way.

Well then, I was holding back a couple of other poems that I have written tonight, but I may as well post them. Thanks for the encouragement.

It seems a discussion on the meaning of destruction has sparked from this, which is intriguing, since it is such a multi-faceted word which can be applied to so many ideas.

However, I find it hard to explain this pervading feeling that I’ve been covering up for years. Since today is the first day I’ve been sober in such a long time, I’ve felt it especially. It’s dreadful, something that you don’t mean to live in, an enemy that you cannot escape. It is yourself, really.

I especially appreciate your comments sir, they are always meaningful.

What you ought destroy is anything that gets in the way of you expressing what you feel, including what you yourself might feel about yourself and how/if you should just end. Burn the rust that tries to bring you down and let’s hear more of what you got, metaphorical or not. Bring it.

Well thank you, and to be honest I was dealing with suicidal thoughts while writing this, painfully obvious I know, but it’s necessary to confront such feelings head on I guess, if that means anything.

It’s quite alright, allows me to explain myself: the poem does not encourage suicide, yes you pointed out that the title is metaphorical, meaning the destruction of concepts rather than physical destruction, but in a way they are interchangeable. The poem is what it is, although it can be subject to different interpretations.

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