my life is a million things or a million and one look at this situation words dribbling from my fingers like raindrops I want to feast
on every piece
you are willing to display to roll out and reveal
no matter how fragile
I feel my bones groan for you but I all I have are these syllables stationary on a screen
the idea of something more an improbability
we can share our language and breakfast cereals and our feet will rest
on the table with the murmur of the TV in the background and oh my god I am sprinting through a blizzard as fast as I can but I was never a good runner my toes are almost numb but I want want want to experience it all
ripples of reality it has bypassed me
carved a pear-shaped
lump out of me I am tied up in string
I am oblivious to kisses and loving and intimacy
the rush the blinding delirium I see everybody glisten it seems so but every person is ravaged
by a manic voice flaws written high and glowing
I try to explain but my handwriting
indecipherable
a blister-free relationship glorious silence delicious shiver
of something like love between us over our shells I am out of it in a make-believe land
drag me to real life and I’ll burn like a slab of meat before I trip
into a lake of salty worries
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
my life is a million things or a million and one look at this situation words dribbling from my fingers like raindrops I want to feast
on every piece
you are willing to display to roll out and reveal
no matter how fragile
I feel my bones groan for you but I all I have are these syllables stationary on a screen
the idea of something more an improbability
we can share our language and breakfast cereals and our feet will rest
on the table with the murmur of the TV in the background and oh my god I am sprinting through a blizzard as fast as I can but I was never a good runner my toes are almost numb but I want want want to experience it all
ripples of reality it has bypassed me
carved a pear-shaped
lump out of me I am tied up in string
I am oblivious to kisses and loving and intimacy
the rush the blinding delirium I see everybody glisten it seems so but every person is ravaged
by a manic voice flaws written high and glowing
I try to explain but my handwriting
indecipherable
a blister-free relationship glorious silence delicious shiver
of something like love between us over our shells I am out of it in a make-believe land
drag me to real life and I’ll burn like a slab of meat before I trip
into a lake of salty worries
Written: November 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. One evening, I wrote half a page of random notes. The following day, I merged them together into what you see above, albeit with some edits. Not entirely happy with how this turned out. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
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