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long-running day

by Lauren Singer

without my desires,
i fear i'd be nothing.

the need to need is flesh and blood,
this something tangible,
reachable yet distant.

i'm not an 'it' girl-
i'm comic relief.

in my completely uninhibited moments
i am most beautiful.

lost souls like me
are usually the ones everybody assumes is content.
but i am not quite there.

aesthetics are superficial evidence of humanity's downfall.

sometimes i wish my face was marred with scars,
to see if i was something more than appealing
on the surface.

ugliness makes you worthy
and i wonder if i already am.

let's take a trip around the world
with our eyes closed
and only talk to hobos on the street.

they know how it goes.
they're more real than we'll ever be.

let's erase our long-term memories
and be care-free like goldfish.
habituality makes life easier
when you don't have to question it.

do you ever get the feeling
that life is just one
long-running day?

02/13/2005

Posted on 02/13/2005
Copyright © 2020 Lauren Singer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by David Hill on 02/14/05 at 01:31 AM

Ugliness makes you irrelevant, unless you hold power. I would choose to be a snow owl. You donít have to question, but you fly. An on target piece combining world-weariness with a wondering. Right up my alley.

Posted by Sarah Graves on 02/14/05 at 02:03 AM

A very universal idea here, that I know I can relate to.. sometimes life does seem like one expanding lapse of time. A concept I can never fully grasp.. great work

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