Guilty As Charged

I wrote this poem before,"I'll show you love in a handful of dust the way Eliot showed us fear."
I used bits and pieces of this poem, which to some people was a bit too bleh, like a series of statements - no cohesion, in the final poem.

Just a brief warning: I wrote this when I went through a heavy Nihilist phase in high school.

Guilty As Charged

The world is still at midnight - time

Stands still, or rather seems to yield when dawn meets dusk

Sleep is the everyman's escape tool.

Reality is mundane

You're not the ink you write your rantings on.

Anticipations lead to disappointments.

Disappointments lead to apathy

Indifference. Indifference is the left-fold path

To nirvana

It's a mirror image.

I don't care enough to be nonchalant

In the grand scheme of things, you are marginally as important as the paper you are reading this on.

I'll show you love in a handful of dust the way Eliot showed us fear.

You can only live when you realize that you will one day die.

Apathy is irony and the verdict reads we are all guilty.

Showing apathy towards the misbegotten, while enjoying Oliver Twist.

This is the way the world works.

Angst is standard operating procedure

No worries, no reality; to worry is to be calm and to be calm is to be chaotic –

in nature, anarchist at heart, primitivist in brain and nihilist by the book.

Calm is not a virtue and requires no intellect of thought, no spark of spirit.

The true geniuses are the tortured souls who never stop thinking.

Critiques lend character to a useless frame

All your choices are illusions; bad faith has missed its aim.

Cheer up, we are all guilty as charged.