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if i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
thumping
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
recoil
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
and shore
biting lips. maybe--
no
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
oh wait
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
stop changing
disturbing
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
step outside
my tongue the weight to talk
it out
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
fun
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
seven hundred thousand eyes
thumping
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
recoil
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
and shore
biting lips. maybe--
no
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
oh wait
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
stop changing
disturbing
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
step outside
my tongue the weight to talk
it out
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
fun
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
Literature
...
the other side of me is longing for
me to break through the wall that
divides
us from each other.
so it can teach me the darker side
of humanity.
[i'll take on a challenge .]
Literature
Insecurities
i could tell you a million tales
of when i stared into the abyss,
and drowned in the thrashing waves
of my own torturous thoughts,
that the dark crevices of my mind
began dragging me under
a sea of endless insecurities
imprinting on my bones.
Literature
I'm Just A Poet
I'm just a poet
Stringing together words
In a way that tries to force you to feel,
To understand what I feel.
I'm just a manipulator
Gaining recognition by
Warping what you understand
Trying to change your emotions
Till they fit my own.
I'm just an instigator
Using my words
To try and lead you along a path
That was created in anger
And fueling your passion to follow it
Until you can't even remember
Why you followed this way.
I'm just an interpreter
Translating your feelings into words
While ignoring the very fact
That in doing so
I'm ruining the very thing
That made these feelings so powerful
But I don't care
I'
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A girl drowned herself last year, and it takes a whole 3 minutes, you know? They said she was happy the days before, but I know they smile when they know it's going to over too. The papers said she was a poet, depressed. When he still thought she was kidnapped, I told a boy she was dead. He cried and I felt nothing. Did nothing.
But, I think about her a lot, about drowning, about him and about me.
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Let me tell you, wow-- that last stanza has been replaying in my head for weeks. After I had forgotten the rest of the poem and then forgot where the words came from (book? quote? movie? poem? which one?) those words have popped into my brain like a song that won't die and every time they get me. I'm so glad to rediscover their origin, the whole poem is so powerful and well done, bravo.