I Do Not Exist

As I look around
And see the disgusting, faceless creatures
Smiling, laughing, kissing
Spewing utter nonsense
And creating others, just like them

I am not one of them
I cannot laugh as they do
I cannot cry as they do

Should I be cut
I doubt very much
That I would bleed as they do

Once upon a time
I was able to love in the manner which they do
But those days seem immensely far behind me

I
Feel
Nothing

I cannot comprehend their perplexing views
I cannot stand to see these beings getting caught up
In politics, fashion, academics, and the like
I do not understand

I do not exist

 

what part of ny you from?

last time i was in ny, i saw many beautiful things.

 

Very good.

Not quite in the sense that I'd usually like poetry. But as far as something I identify with, very much.

 

This was much better than I expected it to be from the title.

Surely, you feel pride at how the piece worked out?

 

hahaha touche...

 

Yet you whine with the best.

Our lives are a series of sensations some of which we call pleasant and some not so. That is the sum total of creaturehood. As long as we are attached to breathing, the rise and fall of respiration is inevitable.

Further, the desire to be rid of it, is the most immediate obstacle to peace. The world is not valuable for what it has to offer beyond transient sensation.
What sustains is our state of being not our circumstance. As long as we believe in circumstantial evidence our appreciation will rise and fall with the vagueness of moving shadows as the sun courses through the sky.

I understand this is a poem, a metaphor for sentiment but the sentiment is based on false premises.

 

i also don't exist! we should be friends!

 

Mister sir,
this poem, it made the most sense of anything
I've heard in the last year or so.
Around the time I came into a
state similar to the one you have
written in such a way as that I felt something,
which is something that is foreign to me
as of now, regardless of my young age.


Maybe we do exist.
Thanks for this poem.

 

thanks for sharing Brootal. Glad you liked it.

 

You must exist, cause you wrote this poem, which I doubt Sartre in all his existential elegance couldn't match!

 

nicely done poem. very existential and raw..i love it

 

I like the overall sound and flow. i dislike the subject matter.

 

Let's be reasonable here...

 

I'd like that very much, but I think our lack of existence might get in the way of such a friendship.