Thinking of nothing
is empty contemplation.
Exhausting the subconscious.
Images bang, bang, bang
the door of an empty room.
Echoes sound reflect
light.
Are you blinded?
This place of possibility
drags ad infinitum,
while life itself shouts – WAIT
Can’t keep up, you see
it won’t be defined by anything.
Like betting on a horse
without legs.
But, try it anyway…
tell me what nothing is,
you’ll be embarrassed, broke.
This playground
provides no recreation,
leaving parents wondering.
Why children are laughing?
Hysterically laughing, pointing.
A part of thought
made from nonexistence.
Not forced to conform,
based only in choice,
seen as a blank visage.
So, you think of nothing.
But, something has to give.
A contest entry
- Best of the Best by Sapphire Rose.
600 points, ended May 21, 2007, 50 entries
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Comments
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Sounds almost as though you're bashing imagination itself. Interesting since I live in that land you describe.
Not sure if I even remotely like this piece. Everyone goes to that subconscious place at some point or another, especially at younger ages (should no one interfere with their playtime) when they're just beginning to understand the world around them. Life in general needs people with imagination, otherwise it would be rather boring, without color, nothing new or funny to share... Or I could just be completely off. Anyway, nice job.
Sweetest of dreams. ~D
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