Post-RockApocolypse Seemed Appropriate

Just don’t rock me like a hurricane
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This is a poem I wrote after listening to some music known as Post-Rock. I didn’t know this was a “thing.”

The music had not words

Please enjoy, and I might share a little about what’s going on these days at the end. I haven’t got a lot of time to write these days, but wanted to share this because I’m always listening to music.

Another poem from my Intermission Poetry Collection:


Considering it is post rock

I’m sure that’s the title that I read

Rock is gone?

I wondered is that even possible?

Can rock never again exist?

Are we all manifested tones?

Maudlin sounds of rings and cries

Alone in a world of gratuitous moans

Sadness encapsulates our every sinew

Because there is no hope

And I am sure hope will never again be seen

We passed the point of no return

And no returns will always mean

The end is nigh and our hope is a lie

So, embrace the fact a future is gone

Today you live but not alive

Existence is a constant motion of pain

For today is not a good day to die

Nor, was it ever a good day to begin?

To live in an age that nothing you do matters

To live in an age that always shatters dreams

To live in an age where you are merely walking dead

Welcome to the age of post-rockapocalypse


That’s some nice grass
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Anyway, I am moving from my apartment right now. I’m moving to a land far far away (a state north of here that actually gets snow).

This weekend is jam-packed with moving, throwing away, packing, throwing stuff away, trying to fit a bunch of stuff in my tiny car, throwing a lot more stuff away, figuring out what I’m going to do.

I took all these pics of stuff, and then placed on FB and told peeps, “Take what you want. Come by my place on Friday and have at it. You might just get an office chair for $5.” I’m broke and need every little bit. I mean… so broke. 😦 I randomly park and cry. You ever been that broke?

It’s just part of life.

I hope you all have a great week of searching and seeking and finding what you love.

Love you Gracie so, so much! πŸ™‚ ❀

2 thoughts on “Post-RockApocolypse Seemed Appropriate

  1. Being broke sucks hard. I wish I could help you out.
    Moving is also no fun. I like the part of stating new with a fresh slate. An empty place to fill up with the things I love lol. I have never moved that far though. I’ve been in the same province my whole life. How are you feeling about the move? And about the snow? lol

  2. Yeah, sucks a bit. πŸ˜€

    Starting over is nice. This is so wild. I’m trying to get used to everything. No snow yet. Its still summer here. But I will probably be super cold when I do finally see snow. πŸ˜€ haha

    Thanks for the offer. I hope you’re doing well, Ang.

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