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walking in a silver net is how i live every day.
it is like sitting against the dark walls at a monstrous dance
as the others pulse to tuneless rhythms
and you just sit and take it all in
here,
i walk step by step over silver nets
carefulcareful
do not break it
for i will fall into the sea of unconsecrated fish
[as long as they do not smell me, i will live.]
they tell me i am not living
i am only surviving on my silver net
they do not see i still have a pulse as the days shuffle by
.
you see, i am only alive when i pour these words into ripped paper
from a black-ink pen
and i am always so close to falling through my imagined silver net
always wanting the words to come stumbling out of my mouth
and for all the fish to race to my scent
as if it were a red beacon
my blood in the water .
i think these things
and then i take them back
hiding in my loving net
[the one that only exists in the dimensions you will never see]
there are millions of words that have tumbled through those dimensions
and are soon forgotten
like a wind and a wave or two
like a bird in the sand that you spy
and it just flies away,
dis - a - ppear - in . g
.
this is for those thousands upon millions
of pretty little words
i have wanted to say
as long as i have lived
this is for their vanishing
never leaving a single shard behind
[maybe there are specks of dust for each one, and as they pile, my mind is fill-
ing with them.]
soon this dust will come falling out of my mouth
and i promise, darling
there will be no stopping it
and my tongue will be heavy
possessed by this phantom
taking over me
-
there are times when
i hate my words
with all the stings that hold me in
a weaving
and the silver netting that catches them
there are people who hate all the words
and who would find them
as they escape to paper
meaningless
the
dust
will
build
.
it
is
falling
out
now
[and i plunge into the water]
it is like sitting against the dark walls at a monstrous dance
as the others pulse to tuneless rhythms
and you just sit and take it all in
here,
i walk step by step over silver nets
carefulcareful
do not break it
for i will fall into the sea of unconsecrated fish
[as long as they do not smell me, i will live.]
they tell me i am not living
i am only surviving on my silver net
they do not see i still have a pulse as the days shuffle by
.
you see, i am only alive when i pour these words into ripped paper
from a black-ink pen
and i am always so close to falling through my imagined silver net
always wanting the words to come stumbling out of my mouth
and for all the fish to race to my scent
as if it were a red beacon
my blood in the water .
i think these things
and then i take them back
hiding in my loving net
[the one that only exists in the dimensions you will never see]
there are millions of words that have tumbled through those dimensions
and are soon forgotten
like a wind and a wave or two
like a bird in the sand that you spy
and it just flies away,
dis - a - ppear - in . g
.
this is for those thousands upon millions
of pretty little words
i have wanted to say
as long as i have lived
this is for their vanishing
never leaving a single shard behind
[maybe there are specks of dust for each one, and as they pile, my mind is fill-
ing with them.]
soon this dust will come falling out of my mouth
and i promise, darling
there will be no stopping it
and my tongue will be heavy
possessed by this phantom
taking over me
-
there are times when
i hate my words
with all the stings that hold me in
a weaving
and the silver netting that catches them
there are people who hate all the words
and who would find them
as they escape to paper
meaningless
the
dust
will
build
.
it
is
falling
out
now
[and i plunge into the water]
Literature
Do you feel the same?
I'm still just so lost
Can't believe my sadness
You shouldn't leave
What can I say?
I never felt this way
Tried to ignore it for months
I can't hide no more
Maybe it's too late?
My blush increases every second
You know I like someone
But you don't know it's you
Maybe it's true?
You make me smile
I talk happily with you
With you I feel safe and happy
Do you feel the same?
Literature
Lightbulb
How many times do you have to
screw with my head
around like
an electric socket that goes to a lightbulb until it goes dead
from so much exhaustion of always having to"stay on"
for a faulty parallel circuit that just gives in
to the slightest trigger that touches its brim
copper wires wrapped around power that is trying to glow
Why are you hiding me in a restrictive shallow sheath skin
when I'm trying to grow
all I want is to feel complete in a formation
that travels like traffic, paving a way
for my electrons to scurry like the information I have to retain
that shock me in the brain
that mold ideas and thoughts that
awfully hurt me
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
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usually i tell stories.
this is something far more personal
[i hope you like it?]
i'll call you tomorrow
then you'll escape
forgot in your haste
your place for tomorrow
and you need to take
three pills each day
otherwise the virus will surely gain
travel through your veins
your heart
your brain
ending all the live that you seem to know
janet by kiss kiss.
go listen to it, they're so good and they don't get anywhere near enough love
this is something far more personal
[i hope you like it?]
i'll call you tomorrow
then you'll escape
forgot in your haste
your place for tomorrow
and you need to take
three pills each day
otherwise the virus will surely gain
travel through your veins
your heart
your brain
ending all the live that you seem to know
janet by kiss kiss.
go listen to it, they're so good and they don't get anywhere near enough love
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for the love of cate blanchett, this is fantastic.
there are seriously no words to describe it, so i'll suffice with: thank you so much for sharing.
there are seriously no words to describe it, so i'll suffice with: thank you so much for sharing.