SHOWER THOUGHTS

JT

Can you be philosophical without being high?

Is every moment of life taken for granted when there’s no hope for it to get better?

Are we in an earthly world that can only be survived using earthly tactics?

Am I an intellectual or a skeptic when I question God?

I feel problematic when the stopping of one vice leads me to a stronger addiction of another.

Am I to pick my poison, because it feels unfair to limit my experience on earth to satisfy the will of a being who tests me and allows me to suffer. 

What is a moment?

Why is it that we cannot take a sliver of gratitude for the people around us or the position we find ourselves in?

Is it because people suck?

Is it because we’re not happy where we’re at?

What are we to do in times when it’s hard to breathe or think because the thought of failing outweighs everything?

Though I may not have the answers to all these questions.

It should be reassuring to those who read this.

One question was answered today.

I was philosophical without being high

  • Author: JT (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2023 16:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was the first poem I ever wrote and it's my personal favorite as it felt like the beginning of something new in my life that I'm starting
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  • LIZ

    At least one question was answered! 😆 But, honestly, these are questions I've definitely asked myself. It can really create a turmoil of emotions. I enjoyed it! Thank you for sharing!

  • L. B. Mek

    insightful write, dear poet
    forgive me for my rambling words below
    I was inspired by your poetry and tried
    to ink a little poetic reply
    (mostly, because
    most people want to hide their own feelings of inadequacy
    by wallowing in a societal, communal pot of misery
    so they hide behind labels:
    the strong, bully
    rejoice in being stronger
    knowing
    they'll soon be old and weak
    and all they'll have is hate
    to fuel their worthless lives;
    the intellectuals, disdain
    those they deem as being lesser
    for having a lower IQ, supposedly
    and get bitter
    because their self-grandiose state
    distances them from everyone
    and now, they're clueless
    have no idea what to do or say
    what's trending or accepted
    and find themselves alienated
    from that they yearn to be a part of;
    and the righteous, watch-on
    insuring their closeted communities
    refute the existence of alternative perspectives
    or ways of life, determined
    only 'their own', are permitted
    access
    to that promised divine afterlife
    while professing
    we all belong to their chosen deity
    ...
    ...
    in short, misery loves company
    but
    rare, rays of hope like you
    dear poet
    still strive, to bridge humanity's differences
    by sharing their experiences
    and so
    we allow ourselves, to hope
    and find that's enough, for now..)



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