Unreachable

[Sepia]

The tea is white with floral notes. There is a hint of sweetness upon it and on top of that, bitterness grows. It is recommended, by the package of the product, to steep for seven minutes with water that holds ninetytwo degrees celsius. By doing it like this, you will get the most out of this tea. You will also honor and respect the work it took for this tea to be brought to you. It isn't something we think about, most people don't think about it when they're in a restaurant ordering their entrecote well done but these men and women, of which there are more of than us ordinary folks, which by definition will make us weird, they don't think about it, it doesn't cross their mind. Not because they are cruel or stupid, most are intelligent beings and your friends and family but they do not care how this world is stitched together.

I like my tea bitter so I leave the bag in and if it's early in the morning I just want something hot that's not coffee because I love to sleep. In dreams, I'll walk with you. Talk with you. When I'm awake I'll think about my dreams, reflect, read some freud. Our conversations used to be better than our dreams, our actions used to hold more significance than our dreams but we're growing older, more joints ache and we pity ourselves for occasionally we will think about the dreams we had when we were younger, when we knew how it would all work out, how it would end and become, we saw our lives flashing before us when we were sixteen and we saw that it was good, we saw there was something.

We're not professional. Not with ourselves, not with our surroundings. We still grow from the tree that nurtured us into life, we give birth to saplings that also spring from the tree where we came and we intertwine and coexist, we are all failed retarded flesh. Bickering along, we grow. We grow into it or out of it, we perpetrate and penetrate and telling ourselves at each turn that this is it, this is what we've been searching for, this is where an answer or a new question lies but it isn't. It's a different and new trend, an obsession, something temporal that will pass and we'll forget it before we remember it and we pursue that lane again before we head off into different areas again, forever branching in old directions with new perspectives.

We've lost track of it, all of it. It grew too big when we grew too old and our fears were etched into our society and we had problems holding one thought in our heads so we wrote them down to remember them. The law is never anything else but a civilizations notebook, scrawled with bigger letters and prettier words. We think from early on that it's set in stone and we find ourselves surprised when our lives change as we sit inside, away from the cold and the wind, drinking tea and talking, chatting to each other, writing the law for tomorrow when yesterdays clamor shall not reach us.

[President Television]

This post makes me feel happy inside. I don't think that's the intended tone, but I don't care. It makes me feel good about never writing anything down but unsatisfactory poetry. Thank you.

[The Johnny]

I like my tea bitter so I leave the bag in and if it's early in the morning I just want something hot that's not coffee because I love to sleep. In dreams, I'll walk with you. Talk with you. When I'm awake I'll think about my dreams, reflect, read some freud. Our conversations used to be better than our dreams, our actions used to hold more significance than our dreams but we're growing older, more joints ache and we pity ourselves for occasionally we will think about the dreams we had when we were younger, when we knew how it would all work out, how it would end and become, we saw our lives flashing before us when we were sixteen and we saw that it was good, we saw there was something.

I still hope to turn my actions into something, something more interesting than my dreams and conversations.

But oh, the expectations, the expectations of myself, seem to drag me into the aether of abstraction. But someday... someday ill set foot on reality and action, and it will be glorious.

[Jasper]

To me, the words describe feelings that are, oddly, too complicated to describe.   

Posts like this remind me that I don't actually hate poetry.  Just most of it.

[The Johnny]

But isnt this prose?

Ignore that, pedantic impulse.

[Jasper]

I'm a fairly decent essayist, but I'm no English major.  Corrections welcome.

[The Johnny]

I'm a fairly decent essayist, but I'm no English major.  Corrections welcome.

Ok.

Prose lacks the formal structure of meter or rhyme which is typical of poetry; instead it is composed of full sentences, usually divided into paragraphs, and then smaller segments known as meta-paragraphs. Although some works of prose may happen to contain traces of metrical structure or versification, a conscious blend of the two forms of literature is known as a prose poem. Similarly, the poetry with less of the common rules and limitations of verse is known as free verse. Poetry is considered to be artificially developed ("The best words in the best order"), whereas prose is thought to be less constructed and more reflective of ordinary speech.[1

1.http://www.encyclopedia.com/doc/1O142-prose.html

Prose poem maybe? lol

[Reginald Ret]

We've lost track of it, all of it. It grew too big when we grew too old and our fears were etched into our society and we had problems holding one thought in our heads so we wrote them down to remember them. The law is never anything else but a civilizations notebook, scrawled with bigger letters and prettier words. We think from early on that it's set in stone and we find ourselves surprised when our lives change as we sit inside, away from the cold and the wind, drinking tea and talking, chatting to each other, writing the law for tomorrow when yesterdays clamor shall not reach us.

I've recently come to the conclusion that this is the only reason we don't have flying cars yet.

I love it.
Lately i have for some reason avoided your writing, no idea why, but i am glad i started reading again

[Jasper]

I warmed to Sepia's work after I got over my youthful condition of tl;dr.

[Sepia]

It usually is tl;dr, at least in this form and on a screen but I feel that these things I write here can't really be called anything but rants and I never really know what kind of response they will provoke, if any, for these are just chunks of life and words I need to get out. These are streams of consciousness not flicked upon but just words and thoughts cluttering my brain and writing this shit down is comparable to me to take a dump, they bring a sensation of physical catharsis, just like emptying your bowels do, I'm just glad someone finds something useful in here.

[President Television]

This post makes me feel happy inside. I don't think that's the intended tone, but I don't care. It makes me feel good about never writing anything down but unsatisfactory poetry. Thank you.

OH SHIT I JUST REALIZED HOW THIS LOOKS

Sorry, I wasn't saying the post was bad, I was talking about the bit about notebooks.

[Faust]

It usually is tl;dr, at least in this form and on a screen but I feel that these things I write here can't really be called anything but rants and I never really know what kind of response they will provoke, if any, for these are just chunks of life and words I need to get out. These are streams of consciousness not flicked upon but just words and thoughts cluttering my brain and writing this shit down is comparable to me to take a dump, they bring a sensation of physical catharsis, just like emptying your bowels do, I'm just glad someone finds something useful in here.

You shit diamonds, and are one of the few writers actually able to conjure up an emotional response in me, thank you for emptying your bowels here.

[P3nT4gR4m]

It usually is tl;dr, at least in this form and on a screen but I feel that these things I write here can't really be called anything but rants and I never really know what kind of response they will provoke, if any, for these are just chunks of life and words I need to get out. These are streams of consciousness not flicked upon but just words and thoughts cluttering my brain and writing this shit down is comparable to me to take a dump, they bring a sensation of physical catharsis, just like emptying your bowels do, I'm just glad someone finds something useful in here.

You shit diamonds, and are one of the few writers actually able to conjure up an emotional response in me, thank you for emptying your bowels here.

THIS!

[Sepia]

Thank you for enjoying scat!

[P3nT4gR4m]

Sepia - He's like goatse with a keyboard up his ass