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 Jul 2012 Frankie
Aaron Reisinger
How does it feel to get lost in my head?
Planting flowers for the long past dead,
They say they know what it tastes like,
But they couldn't learn to like you if they tried.

Another down,
I'm feeling it this time.
Nearly too numb to feel you,
But too numb to breathe.

This static love is killing me,
Like star crossed lovers, and Destiny.

Like a knife,
You can't cut too deep.

Do you know what it's like?
To feel too numb, to feel too numb to feel?
These lines leave me nothing,
But your face again.

Heaven seems a long dead star,
Hell is just another friend.
Sometimes I wonder,
If I'll ever see this end.

I'm nearly too numb to feel you,
Already too numb to breathe.
But another pill is nothing like,
The pain you've achieved.
Human Love,
When you come to eat the rations of my heart,
remember, then, that starving is an art;
that to consume would be to ****--a crime;
that to exhume this cherry seed of mine
will drain me of a blood as thin as grape juice;
that in time, I will mourn my stolen-***** fruit.
-Ocean

            ------

Ocean,
You speak unto your seedling self, child.
You are weak--we are weak.  No mild
measure of halfway self-control can live
in mental habitat which exists to give
and only to give.  Your fluids will seep
and you'll be unable even to weep.
-Earth
            ---
Obtuse Earth,
Stop your assaulting me with these words.
Stop your quiet screaming, this dirge
which comes under guise of gentility--
insufferably loud, however creatively.
I never addressed you, ugly whisperer.
I never addressed you, nuissance, stranger.
-Ocean
            ---
Stubborn Ocean,
Do not be foolish!  Listen, girl.
Spurn him now with resolve; lest how
can dignity you preserve in any small
amount?  He doesn't love you at all.
And knowing that, you gave me address:
indeed, you have addressed yourself.
-Earth

            ------

Love,
Were that I could say it's so,
I would not give this room to grow.
But oh, if I do hold it back
then infinitely I should retract
into myself.  So speak or speak not,
but if so, speak now, for I am distraught.
-Ocean
God this is stupid
in my mind it's more a really vague screenplay but i kinda had to slap this down somewhere and then tinker with the meter so...just...stay with me, ya dig?

© K.E. Parks, 2012

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