sean neff
sean neff
Jul 20, 2017 · 2 min read

Seeking the ambiguous ism

We shared her pale blue eyes

One was trying to complete eachother

Trying to consume the mass supportable

The chronic ache for extinguishable trepidation

You had guts and wisdom

I had courage and lunacy.

You were hesitantly masquerading


I was tourastily bombastic

Drowning my sorrows in anarchaic love tunes

I felt for you three both in several different ways

Perhaps they know who im writing to.

That we’ll find and claim fame that suits us in different ways…

Why the ellipses… did they come from a friend… or was i first to provide

Either way all credit goes to him…

Ill blast his name should he give me his permission

Ill drift in and out of poetic heartfelt mindsets…

Youll be forever anywhere else i may not go…

A sorceress claimed that one day i would disappear…

we may share more days together and accept the past as a wonderfully anxiety ridden catostrophic excuse to escape ourselves and our misbegotten coffee runes

To the rest who may find you have the right to claim blasphemy and continued happy trudging nonmisery

Yet again trying to make amends no longer or perhaps ever never necessary.

Went insane… told the lies while seeking truth

Ambiguity thrived… fooling my demons… evolving into a mainstay distracter…

Could it be clearer than i believe…

Ego showing through… the false that still exists…

Paranoidally reading between paradoxical lines

Inspiration struck then took a tumble...

A subtle possibly forced reaction brought by a coincidental happening

Simply kept i find no misery… tonight i may delve deeper into the phonetic mystery…

Could go on and on… spin my wheels… weird out the once hopeless…

The moon coffee… the tarot apps… the book compilations… the un scientifically trained wisdom

Seeking out poetic justice from a black widow…

Drifting through high hopes yet no expectations

Wondering if my name may have been truman… or how much i may actually have in common with him when he was fiction…

The people who are responsible for providing the inspiration the pain that allowed me to grow and enabled me to self isolate and provide me with a nonreaction to perhaps find my own way never knowing how much drive and motivation i gained to fight to deserve to be wherever i go…

Kudos to the ones who questioned, the ones who may have never given a second thought, those that were providing glimpses of possible futures…. Not sure where my minds at…

Going with the flow… keeps me from flying to high and dropping too low...

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Im me you are you let's play the reader author paranoid game of tug of war... Neff said

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