David Nix: Two Poems

Midnight Meanderings

Dark and twisty

The ash of a cigarette

Spiraling down to oblivion

Never good enough

Used and tossed away

With the filth

Tired but conscious

The ache of an old scar

Pondering endless nothings

Endless everythings

To only return

Alive but dead

Blazing into silence

I am alone.

So It Goes

Cultural boundaries hide nebulous           

          quandaries.

All I see are dull people,

arguing dull topics,

with other dull people.

Is it enough to live?

It is enough to die, apparently.

I can’t express my deepest feelings,

but I can ride a mule.

Let’s pick and choose

because it suits our idea of perfection.

Ambitions outweigh our commissions      

          and omissions.

What even is perfection?

Is it our elitist, exclusive

communities of righteousness?

Letting no one in

and no one out?

Fuck that.

It’s not about you.

It’s about everyone.

And everything.

The meek are on a losing streak, so to      

          speak.

I’m not arguing the idea,

only the practice.

I have no doubt.

I’m just fed up

with the bullshit.

Cliques reject you,

parents hate you,

job enrages you,

and you’re left with the one

who loves you.

I get it.

No one is mistaken, they just need to        

          reawaken.

It’s global.

It’s viral.

When devotion becomes zeal,

that’s when you have to watch out.

I just don’t get it.

Live and let live.

Let.

Live.

Is my point.

Because murder is ok

if you’re told to do it.

You know.

I’m comfortable with the     

          unobservable.

People are going to be petty and vile.

You have to accept it.

I don’t know I’m right.

I don’t know much.

But what I do know

is when that sun chases the moon

around the Earth to bring the night,

it goes on.

And on.

A few words for David Nix  midnightmeanderings.tumblr.com.

Hey everyone! My name is David Nix and I am currently a student at George Mason University and an English major with a concentration in Poetry Writing. I started my college career as a physics major, switching to English because I decided I liked the power of words more than the power of numbers. I hope you enjoy my poems!