Nothing

[introverted monkey]

Nothing

I don’t like being perfect in the circumference of perfection…
For perfection always expect high expectations in my reflection…
So I transmit an aura of imperfection and imperfect myself and I…
Expect nothing from me, not a thing…not even one thing
For nothing is almost everything…
Like a rock…
Stagnant, stoic, does not exist in your peripheral vision…
Living in co existent,
Persisting, resisting time…
But I only exist when I’m thinking…. (Pause)
As the wind passes me by…
The masses always follow the shallow hollow tip…
Like a conformist trying to conform to this…
But to be a non-conformist is conforming to non-conformity…
Reality? I’m tired of being real and “keeping it real”
So most of the time, I just fake it.
Shake reality and invert the image…
This is my poem about nothing…
Think about it…

[tapestrybabe]

Wow, another addition to yw...
another poet...

welcome aboard :)

[sandra]

this is a spoken word piece, right? very nice.

[introverted monkey]

yeah its a spoken word piece...
thank you

[kitty]

Wow... I'm impressed :)

[artsfartsyjanet]

i like your play of short vowel sounds...whether you know it or not. =) thank you for sharing. nice work. :)

[introverted monkey]

yes i notice it...im a kind of person that likes to break the norm if that make sense...i like to have my own rules...a rebel u can say...if im labeled that