neglected space

writing tragedies
in Dickinsonian randomness
vaguely credible
almost condescending
to all the trivialities,
morbidity magnified.

feigning courage
braving shame
overtaking yourself
from the elusiveness
of reality;
depersonalisation.

devoid of truth
such is life
my innocent youth.

~ RochelleVillaflor©2013

The Pseudo Philosopher

sitting out on the porch
in hopes of stopping
a deluge...
(nah, not exactly)
just a little too...
sophomoric(rather foolish!) to question
life and its purpose
betting my life away
on an afterlife
where my doubts rest upon
endless and empty
like a vast galaxy
pulsating in nothingness.

we can always argue
on the path analysis
of X,Y and Z
fully grasp
the law of causality
science, humanities and theology
methinks, can never suffice
our insatiable whys.

~ beautifulbruises©2012