"The Blank Document"

It's Effie.

This is a satirical poem I wrote a few weeks ago. To understand it, copy and paste it into a blank Word document.

The Blank Document 

I wrote this poem to apologize.

To apologize for the empty calories you are feeding your brain

As you read this poem

That means absolutely nothing.

The cosmos cry out

For their meaning is taken away

By a single breath

Of this nonsense poem

That means, in total, nothing.

I truly do apologize for this

Because your life will be forever and irrevocably changed

After you read this poem

That, in truth, means nothing.

It’s fitting, is it not?

To write a meaningless poem

On a document supposedly blank

Yet filled with the futile words of this poem

This poem that is the very definition of nothing.

I don’t know why I wrote it –

Was it to satisfy some unvoiced need in the pit of my soul?

Was it to express the meaning of meaninglessness?

Either way,

I will stop immediately

For two pages of a poem so hopelessly hollow

Are two pages too many. 

I'm sorry. What am I doing with my life.

Have a wonderful, meaningful day. :)


~ Effie

Who am I?

Hello again! It's Effie.

I think this question is overlooked way too often. In my opinion, it's important to know who you are. It's been bugging me very much these past few months, so much so that it's almost always in the back of my mind.

The reason I'm so dissatisfied is that it's such a complicated question. Am I just a pile of skin, bones, muscle, and fat? It has to be deeper than that. I can think, I can rationalize, I can be. That has to mean something.

The problem is that there really isn't a fixed answer for this - at least for me, there isn't. I strongly believe that everyone is capable of learning and changing, and that they do this all the time. I am constantly changing, not just because I am rather fickle, but because I am always learning and discovering new things. These things change me, and I'm sure they change you, too.

So who am I, really?

I don't know. I guess all I can do is wait and see what life has in store for me. I've heard of all the wonderful things time can do for you. I'm sure "it will get better", and hopefully I'll get out of this rut.

If you have an idea of how to answer this question, please tell me before my sister gets tired of critiquing all of my dramatic "Who am I?"-themed poems.

~ Effie <3