"Hi, I'm Nick. This is my blog, the endless stream of consciousness that always seems to be falling out of my mind. I think a lot, and I believe that my posts are pretty deep. Thanks for reading."
"Take a look at a specific post."
I wrote this one in August or so, maybe.
through cloudy eyes
I see through the world's disguise
the sky falls gaily
through the upwards reaching
hungry willow,
angrily, painfully
pelted and assaulted
by these blades
of hail
most men duck and cover.
forecast dangerous,
fatality likely.
but only the poet
seeks out this Rosetta ice,
like a thrilled
stormhunter,
only he throws off his
armour.
only he gets hailed as a
martyr.
what is this
forced vow of silence
ringing ringing ringing
for no one to hear?
what is this
vow enshrouding
my lips from yours
tickling and itching and burning
all around
I have never known
such a loud quiet.
I have seen the dead air
from all of history
aligned, misaligned
to explode within my head
explode angrily and without
warning--
no timber! no precautionaries
just a blast
a blast of silence
to tear the tympanum
to tear the shroud
to bury me
to drag a dagger
across my voice
that rings and rings and rings
across the inanity of my
mute mutiny.