Cryptic the meaning,
lost in the circus of words and phrases
Changing as frequently,
and wildly as the moon's phases
Electric with worry,
it's high tide in my busy mind
With so many thoughts, feelings
and no pause or rewind
Navigating through
a world full of whole ass assholes
Oft' one of them,
as anxiety and weakness take their tolls
That bandage isn't big enough,
to cover the damage
The vices aren't the solution,
temporary asswage.
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Author's Notes: I typed author's notes boldly like I would have an explanation for you. I guess this is another exploration of abstract poetry. There are plenty of meanings to the words above, though!
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (6)
Brilliantly done as alwaysPaul!
Second article in a row that I feel deeply, as though it's my "ass-wage" that is the problem.
Hahahahahahha I love your Author's Notes! Your poem was very relatable Sir Paul! 🍩🥐
Damn, this one is cool! Love the abstract specifics, haha. I read it like 5 times, still getting new things out of it. “Temporary asswage” lol
I loved it ❤️ Hope my stories gets to this point 😪😪 What type of stories do you guys like🤗
Navigating through a world full of whole ass assholes Oft' one of them, 🔥 So good.