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I think I met you the night I first walked away
From spiders
No matter how much I wanted to yank
Every
Spindly,
Spinal
Leg – CRACK – snapping
The
Vinyl!
You shook my hand and mentioned
Not a word
Despite my expertise in Matthew
And myrrh.
You just
Stood there, let me be.
The following night, cities rested in my head
Amassed of stick
Thin
Skyscrapers
Wrapped by belts
Of cumulus waterfalls
Crashing unto
Icy floors
Bastion
Utopian walls
I had played knock-a-door-run on, as I slept
Except it felt silent, it looked empty.
You see these days, when people ring up,
Say hello,
They seem to be leaving mass meaningful messages
On the telephone
More than usual - less than fruitful when
We have
The maze
You bound and had made.
I have to say I didn’t know it was you
Who
Showed us how to flip coins
And that your masquerading as a male
Came down
To a similar type of choice – besides
I think I sometimes hear you say
You
Don’t believe in gender,
But only dressed as one to help our struggling
Minds
Comprehend You a little better.
So I rallied my thirst for You and I started
Ocean gazing
And in the rave waves and ripples
I see your smile
Defined by the wrinkles on Your face
As I lace
My fingers together and
Embrace the words You still refuse to
Give me
Even though I know You must be
Sick of watching the history channel on rinse
And repeat.
That’s when I noticed something
About how
The gulf of the ocean
We called
Your lips
Never release their floodgates;
Why sly utopia felt so empty.
You’re not up there where You might
Speak,
But down here
In the gutter
With
Us
Alone
Lip reading.
From spiders
No matter how much I wanted to yank
Every
Spindly,
Spinal
Leg – CRACK – snapping
The
Vinyl!
You shook my hand and mentioned
Not a word
Despite my expertise in Matthew
And myrrh.
You just
Stood there, let me be.
The following night, cities rested in my head
Amassed of stick
Thin
Skyscrapers
Wrapped by belts
Of cumulus waterfalls
Crashing unto
Icy floors
Bastion
Utopian walls
I had played knock-a-door-run on, as I slept
Except it felt silent, it looked empty.
You see these days, when people ring up,
Say hello,
They seem to be leaving mass meaningful messages
On the telephone
More than usual - less than fruitful when
We have
The maze
You bound and had made.
I have to say I didn’t know it was you
Who
Showed us how to flip coins
And that your masquerading as a male
Came down
To a similar type of choice – besides
I think I sometimes hear you say
You
Don’t believe in gender,
But only dressed as one to help our struggling
Minds
Comprehend You a little better.
So I rallied my thirst for You and I started
Ocean gazing
And in the rave waves and ripples
I see your smile
Defined by the wrinkles on Your face
As I lace
My fingers together and
Embrace the words You still refuse to
Give me
Even though I know You must be
Sick of watching the history channel on rinse
And repeat.
That’s when I noticed something
About how
The gulf of the ocean
We called
Your lips
Never release their floodgates;
Why sly utopia felt so empty.
You’re not up there where You might
Speak,
But down here
In the gutter
With
Us
Alone
Lip reading.
Literature
After Graduation, Job
What do I even say?
I'd rather be miserable and ill than go back to my job. I need a job, though, and I need a new one before I quit this one. Bonus: I did actually apply to jobs today. (Just not to any that I really want to work at). Am I just not looking in the right places? And I hate even thinking about it, because I don't know what I want and thinking about it doesn't motivate me, it just makes me miserable. More miserable. Desperately, ridiculously depressed, in fact.
So I think of other things. It doesn't make the depression go away, but the depression slides under and for a while, maybe I don't notice it.
Maybe.
Maybe I'll
Literature
Flares
I’ll turn 21 in Memphis Tennessee.
I’ll have spent several months living in a city,
Living with and assisting my grandmother,
While she recovers from a stroke, and muscular dystrophy.
Memphis is the largest place I had ever lived.
To me, a girl who has lived most of her life in either North Carolina or Virginia,
I expected less of a culture shock.
Both my mom and my dad gave me lectures and speeches on how to be more cautious and careful.
I listened, but assumed they were over exaggerating.
My parents told me to expect danger,
To be careful for myself.
Here, that means I can’t help other people.
It means I can
Literature
Easy/Difficult
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others,
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes.
Easy is to hurt someone who loves you,
Difficult is to heal the wound.
Easy is to set rules,
Difficult is to follow them.
Easy is to dream every night,
Difficult is to fight for a dream.
Easy is to say we love,
Difficult is to show it every day.
Easy is to make mistakes,
Difficult is to learn from them.
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I'm still trying to figure this one out, but I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it - if not for philosophy, then for the idea that humans, as great as they are, are right in our mistakes!
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This is a really great piece, but I think it would be more effective if you didn't capitalize the first word of each line when there is no period before it. It might improve the clarity and impact of the piece by creating more drama in the starting and stopping of thoughts and more emphasis on rhythm.
Just my two cents. Do with it what you will.
Just my two cents. Do with it what you will.