It makes me think of the cloud
Human heart-shaped humble
Floating alone against an onyx horizon
We see it because of the lightning
It wants us to know of its presence
Through inner struggle
I imagine that is how the heart works
Lightning bolts from the top to the base
From the sides
The smallest thunder
Even little voices stop us in our tracks sometimes
On a porch in a cabin in the woods
Even when we get away
Some things never leave us
It smells like citronella
but still feels like bug bites
a certain kind of back-of-mind reminding
It tastes like laughter
and feels like deep breaths when I need this more than ever
Life suckerpunches you in the gut
And sometimes feels like killing yourself backwards
When you finally get that gasp
You realize how sweet your own breath actually is
It is so sweet
Like them
A perfect collection of breath forming smoke
from the cold
and the ****
and the cigarettes
It warms me
Fills me like a lone lighting cloud competing with the beauty of a horizon
with simple flashes of light and the quietest thunder
Hear me heartbreak and simple chatter
Makes me think of the boy with the hospital gown smile
and the hopeless optimism
My beautiful back-of-mind bug bite
when we both need this healing
Healing is a fire sometimes
That feels like at any moment
It will burn out
But the embers pulse a diligent glow
to bring this back to life
Bring me back to life you poorly polished diamonds
We will reflect your light and bend the beams an entire spectrum
Notice me and this quiet voice
The smallest thunder and flashes of light like living Morse code
The simplest message
And this feels so much like a bent harmonica inhale
A beautiful gasp
A collection of smoke made from ***** lung laughter that doesnʼt rain
Only begs you to join it like the voice of god in a thunder storm
He speaks Morse code lightning
If you look carefully the voice is always there
The answer is always
you
The answer is always
you
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
It makes me think of the cloud
Human heart-shaped humble
Floating alone against an onyx horizon
We see it because of the lightning
It wants us to know of its presence
Through inner struggle
I imagine that is how the heart works
Lightning bolts from the top to the base
From the sides
The smallest thunder
Even little voices stop us in our tracks sometimes
On a porch in a cabin in the woods
Even when we get away
Some things never leave us
It smells like citronella
but still feels like bug bites
a certain kind of back-of-mind reminding
It tastes like laughter
and feels like deep breaths when I need this more than ever
Life suckerpunches you in the gut
And sometimes feels like killing yourself backwards
When you finally get that gasp
You realize how sweet your own breath actually is
It is so sweet
Like them
A perfect collection of breath forming smoke
from the cold
and the ****
and the cigarettes
It warms me
Fills me like a lone lighting cloud competing with the beauty of a horizon
with simple flashes of light and the quietest thunder
Hear me heartbreak and simple chatter
Makes me think of the boy with the hospital gown smile
and the hopeless optimism
My beautiful back-of-mind bug bite
when we both need this healing
Healing is a fire sometimes
That feels like at any moment
It will burn out
But the embers pulse a diligent glow
to bring this back to life
Bring me back to life you poorly polished diamonds
We will reflect your light and bend the beams an entire spectrum
Notice me and this quiet voice
The smallest thunder and flashes of light like living Morse code
The simplest message
And this feels so much like a bent harmonica inhale
A beautiful gasp
A collection of smoke made from ***** lung laughter that doesnʼt rain
Only begs you to join it like the voice of god in a thunder storm
He speaks Morse code lightning
If you look carefully the voice is always there
The answer is always
you
The answer is always
you
I just spent the last few days in a cabin with some pretty amazing people.
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