R.W.P "If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry".
Emily Dickinson
Moments created like these are
Inner self doubts radically increasing
Never to be seen walking along side my integrity
Dimwitted in open doors, by all reasons
Losing my individuality through the perfunctory route
Endured by lonely nights and heartaches, I am left
Soul searching with a bottle of bitter whiskey
Satisfaction taken behind a dark alley, I knew
Justice was no longer a neighbor
Original sins still calls me, my silent whisper
Yearns for possibilities—do I exist?
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Wow– I hoped the title “mindless joy” was going to describe the spirit of the poem, but this poem is tougher than that. Heartbreaking.
Very descriptive, Sugar. Joyless and pain filled, but moving.
“Losing my individuality through the perfunctory route”– don’t we all….
Thank you, I love how you always seem to get it. As a writer that is what we all hope for our readers to understand the message which we are trying to portray. I got the idea from someone I once knew. This person thought he was living, when really if one took a closer look, it seems his life had no meaning whatsoever. The poem came about when I simply asked him, what do you do to make you happy? He was unable to provide an answer. And so he began telling me of his life and what he thought of ‘living life to the fullest’ hence why I decided on the title ‘Mindless Joy’. The oxymoron of the title should give away the theme of the poem at first take (I have notice that other people seems to have forgotten that the title is an oxymoron that Joy and Mindless could never go hand in hand, but in this instance is compel to demonstrate my point).
A reader never knows– they are just guessing and interpreting the picture that the author is painting.
I think “mindless” and “joy” CAN co-exist. Seeing a rainbow will usually give me mindless joy.
“Moments created like these” was a perfect start to this poem, because everything that followed was a dark creation of the mind. This poem declares that you CAN’T coexist with your integrity. You CAN’T be seen through open doors. You MUST go into the dark alleys. That’s often the way we feel about life (when we follow the perfunctory route)
The good news is that you CAN have integrity and have self-doubt at the same time. You CAN reveal your weaknesses to others, and they are usually okay with that. You CAN make a spectacle of yourself in public and the consequences aren’t as bad as you think. You CAN take a different route.
This poem was awesome! It was a creation of the mind. It was a snapshot of despair. I got “mindless joy” just reading it!