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Periods

This padded room only adds punctuation
to the chagrin I'm in.
I'm over trying to be relevant.

Elevating my wastefulness,
the pages are colored...
and I am done.

Doomed to be left alone,
and too tired
to bang my head about it.

Punctuation degradation.
Madness frustrations.
aaahhh... fuck it.
— themoonman, Feb 13, 2009

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Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

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themoonman

themoonman

17 years 3 months ago

Amartya...

No, you are not alone! And neither am I so it would seem. thank you for the read and relating to my rather darkened moment... Richard
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 3 months ago

D.D.

thanks for the read and comment! I can't help but get frustrated at times along with the rest of the world... always something crazy going on... thanks Richard
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 3 months ago

Kelsey...

Brilliant I'm not... but I sure love the word and thank you for using it... and letting me know you understood this midnight write... Richard
C

Conect11

17 years 3 months ago

a brilliant write to a bad mood

I know that stagnant feeling all too well, and must admit that I'm always shocked that not only can poetry come out of it, but well written, thoughtful poetry as well. This has a stunted feel to it, but a pause here: not the bad "you didn't write this well" stunted feel, but the jarring, wholly appropriate stunted feel that the mood of this poem possesses. Your lines actually feed really well off of each other. I was originally wondering if the final line of stanza one meant you were trying to be relevant too much, or if you were finished trying to be relevant. The last line of the next stanza cleared that up; fabulous of you to stick with your reader that way. Mark W. "An insult is just someone who hates you making a noise to indicate their hatred, a barking dog. Criticism is someone trying to help you, by telling you something about yourself that you were a little too comfortable not knowing. " ~ David Wong
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 3 months ago

Mark...

your comments are always packed with the poets look inside... thank you for making me feel I had placed these words down correctly... frankly, I was worried how this write would be received... so thank you for your look... Richard
J

JWwildcat2012

17 years 3 months ago

This poem is universally felt.............

I was picturing anyone in this write,being in the"padded room"that you penned down.The loneliness,and the doomed feeling of the character was well described.Dark humor at the end,was my favorite part.The character,as he breathes"Aaaahh,Fuck it",brought,believe it or not,a sad chuckle to me.Who says a short poem cant bring feeling? Good job. Your friend,in peace, Scott.
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 3 months ago

universal...

I think you are right Scott, in that we all feel that doom at some point... some more often than others. Glad you took the time to read it and comment on it... even more glad you liked it! The thing I love most about poetry is the individuality of each readers take, when we post a poem it often takes on a life of its own... thanks again! Richard