[pathopoetry] the stream diverges

where am I going, the stream diverges
deep intuition appearing always
counterintuitive at the surface:
and choosing to live for something greater
it seems that I'll always be jumping 'gainst the current;
shake your head, but I'm not doing it to die

you think I'm a product of unfortunate conditioning
impulsed by instincts to drown every logic
you think I'm rebelling, but I'm just trying to do
the truest thing, which you can't see justly
because you expect it to flow with your current
life and the logic made to support it

so what's the line you have to draw against belief
to be relieved of a struggle that's draining
justify going downstream from truth
we'll never agree
it's a matter of faith


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3d Viral Replication cycle...

So today's the 3d-year anniversary of Stylus Virus. Currently, my life has had a blip of Crisis (hence the morose last three poems), but while I try to sort that out, I've had a chance to reflect a little. Not much has changed in my literary endeavours - I still want to get published, and am trying hard to ignore the doubts that it will ever happen. I have been away from serious Science for 2 years, and am suffering from severe withdrawal symptoms, and sudden flashes of panic that I've forgotten so much, and will forget nearly everything soon. So, I really hope to get back into the thick of scientific things soon. If you are a wealthy blog-crawler and you're reading this, please buy me a subscription to the Faculty of 1000 (if you are my sister, DON'T! I know you <3 me but save me the money instead) :)

So, in accordance with tradition, Stylus Virus is opening up comments for the only time this year. Please do comment because I really look forward to reading them. Remember that while Stylus Virus has seemed sombre lately, that this isn't the blog's premise at all. So, do you have anything to say about anything you've read here?

For the occassion, I will list some my favourite poems and posts of the site. Thank you for reading,

- 'shajara', the pathopoet.

Some of my favourite poems

Two Names

Song of the Platonic Sweetheart

The Paper

Grocery Vanities

I miss my sis

Some of my favourite articles

Though this won't help you, Gaza

Cry out for Qana

Some of my favourite stories and story excerpts

What to be(I still haven't written this story, but really want to. I have been turning over the idea again. The names have changed, but I hope to put something new up soon!)

How Cahn You See?

Some of my favourite writing snippets

A bout of writing at 11.05

[pathopoetry] fallen cup

I pick up the pieces
put down a dustpan
sweep up the shards

keep an eye out for the tiny remnants
sharp little crumbs lie a mile away
don't put a foot down without a slipper in it
I have been cut by invisible slivers
before

it's a fallen cup but there's so much that's broken
only spilt milk but I'm crying all the same


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[pathopoetry] After being crushed

After being crushed
I dissect my own reverie
slouched forward at the keyboard
drinking green tea with honey
there is much wry philosophy
from such self-disintegration
painfully surrounded by
ironic mediocrity