I've got a reason to sleep
My head tucked safely between
The air and sheets
Wires run past my ears and teeth
With the flow of the world in the chords
Move the skin, move the skin
I swear you'll love the feeling
I've got a reason to need
My throat tucked neatly between
The muscles and seams
Wires run past my ears and teeth
With the flow of the world in the chords
The smoke from
Someone else's cigarette
In my mouth
She lies down and says
I want to see you
I want to know you
I want to poison you
Hey, blue baby, take a breath
Comments (10)
how do you DO this??? i wish i had your magic.
Perhaps this is the lovely side of lust. Nice poem.
You never fail to amaze me. It seems you write all these so effortlessly!
Oh dear, I hope you don't have strep throat! I hope I don't have that either. I don't see any of those little white dots on my tonsils, yet. It's exhausting, being sick this long, though. Normally I'm out for maybe a day or two and at least somewhat sane for the remaining duration. Nowadays I really do feel out of it. Work is killer! I can hardly hear the customers and I keep thinking I'm not doing anything right. It really is like I'm living on a different level.
See, I hate not having a plan too! I'm absolutely terrified about my future. I don't feel I'm preparing myself enough. I keep hoping and praying a door will open up for me, but time keeps pressing on and I haven't moved. I hope I can try to write something and get a few things published... get some sort of ball rolling. I don't really know what I'll do otherwise. I'm going to have to look into internships in the fall.
Do let me know how your Friday meeting goes! It really is funny how people enter our lives at certain times. I'm so grateful I met you when I did. It seems we both helped each other out when things were falling apart, and instead of pushing me one way or the other you kept me on an even keel and gave me a lot to think about. I do hope one day we'll be able to meet! =)
really, you almost make lust beautiful. I wish I could tell you to not let lust stay..because it so fiercely pushes its way in and then consumes you...
I wish I could tell you to wait when wanting is yours by HIS grace, because nothing
would compare then to the music that flows..would it?
It's hard I know.
but, how divinely, prettily this poetry flows.
@shatterFocus - Well thank you! That's quite a compliment =)
@shesturningblue - Oh my, I didn't even intend for this to be sexual at all. I guess you could read it that way huh? Haha, my bad
Ah, I have the same thing! My left ear is still really clogged up and my right is a little bit too. I keep saying, "I'm sorry?" and "What?" all the time. I'm seeing my great grandma this weekend too. That should be interesting. We won't be able to hear each other, haha. It really is inconvenient! I do hope you feel better soon. I got antibiotics the other day. Apparently it might be a sinus infection. I can't remember the last time I went to the doctor for antibiotics. I normally just get through it, avoid otc medications, and I'm fine within a week. This has really thrown me through a loop!
Gosh, I wish this growing up stuff was easier too. I feel like there are too many choices to make. I wish they were easier choices! I wish I knew what would make me happy, too. At the same time, I suppose it's sort of exciting to figure this all out and have so many opportunities to choose from. I just don't know how to find the doors to open, you know? I don't feel like I have any direction. I only know to go to school. But then what?
Oh I'm always nervous. I guess that isn't true, but whenever I talk to the ex I get incredibly nervous. I don't know why, haha. I'll always be in California, whenever that time does come =) I hope you're having a great week too!
My bad, entirely:) I'm suitably embarrassed. Could you be nice and help me although!
@shesturningblue - Well really it doesn't have any meaning. Well..at least not to me, haha. The first stanza is talking about wires in my room that run up and down my wall next to where I sleep. The "flow of the world" is the electricity that runs through them.
The second stanza is about people who waste their lives away staying in their beds like i was.
The third stanza is kind of a play on the second, talking about vocal chords as opposed to electrical chords.
The beginning of the last stanza is about a birthday party i was at where a guy was smoking, and the end of it is about a girl that I thought I knew well but turns out she hurts me more than helps anymore. The last line just sounded good. And that's where it all came from. It's all about literal things that I've experienced in metaphors pretty much.
Oh well, I thought the wires were walkman headphones...the chords, music that plays out your life..and the smoke passed on from a kiss. Oh well! It's beautiful, nevertheless.
yep, definitely missed your poetry.