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I’m inside whale bones I’m outside my mind I have doubts and I have fears I have thoughts that don’t stop Thoughts that pierce my chest like a pin cushion Clenching my stomach in their fists Thoughts that go round and round in circles Thoughts that don’t drip Out from the holes in my head Like every other word that comes to my lips Thoughts that don’t die, No matter how much I wish they were dead “Throw away logic, if it helps, Enter abstract, no boundary thought Grow wild Return to the earth and think only in Butterfly dances Not silken sounds of past and future loves The harsh realities of the present have deep roots in your skin And their flowers bloom into Doubts and fears And above all else, Should be ignored Like bullies on school grounds For the seeds that are dropped will grow and bloom again Unfaltering, unwavering So long as the have sun and water Fed by confusion, watered and told to grow Ignore them For to let your doubts and fears Grow and bloom again and again Like never ending waves of soldiers on beaches With the sun hidden beneath the earth Is no way to live.” I’m inside whale bones I’m outside my mind Trapped in separation Trapped in old age’s waiting arms My body too young to die So death waits for it to catch up to my mind And there is no fountain of youth That my thoughts can drink from Making them young again Forcing carefree upon them Forcing fairytales and irony Feather headdresses and no shoes Walking through the mud because it’s cool And prevents the needles from piercing your skin And the sun from burning it “So face the sun Because you can Stop with the doubts and fears Stop the old age from creeping though your mind You are young but you have thought too much You have thought too many years ahead of your time!” I’m inside whale bones I’m outside my mind “Break the bones that imprison you And with your new found freedom, And your new found arms and legs, Moving, again, for the first time Chase your mind And hold on to it tight Hold on like it’s the last thing you’ll ever let go Interlock your fingers And hold on Like it’s love, Something we both know you never want to be without Something we both know because you said it yourself, It’s the one thing that reminds you that you’re still young That your mind hasn’t gone with the dinosaurs, So hold on like it’s the last penny that you haven’t bet yet Hold on, and become one, not two Break the whale bones that imprison you And with your new found freedom, Sit still, Become you, one with yourself, young like your body is.”
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Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
Whale Bones
I’m inside whale bones I’m outside my mind I have doubts and I have fears I have thoughts that don’t stop Thoughts that pierce my chest like a pin cushion Clenching my stomach in their fists Thoughts that go round and round in circles Thoughts that don’t drip Out from the holes in my head Like every other word that comes to my lips Thoughts that don’t die, No matter how much I wish they were dead “Throw away logic, if it helps, Enter abstract, no boundary thought Grow wild Return to the earth and think only in Butterfly dances Not silken sounds of past and future loves The harsh realities of the present have deep roots in your skin And their flowers bloom into Doubts and fears And above all else, Should be ignored Like bullies on school grounds For the seeds that are dropped will grow and bloom again Unfaltering, unwavering So long as the have sun and water Fed by confusion, watered and told to grow Ignore them For to let your doubts and fears Grow and bloom again and again Like never ending waves of soldiers on beaches With the sun hidden beneath the earth Is no way to live.” I’m inside whale bones I’m outside my mind Trapped in separation Trapped in old age’s waiting arms My body too young to die So death waits for it to catch up to my mind And there is no fountain of youth That my thoughts can drink from Making them young again Forcing carefree upon them Forcing fairytales and irony Feather headdresses and no shoes Walking through the mud because it’s cool And prevents the needles from piercing your skin And the sun from burning it “So face the sun Because you can Stop with the doubts and fears Stop the old age from creeping though your mind You are young but you have thought too much You have thought too many years ahead of your time!” I’m inside whale bones I’m outside my mind “Break the bones that imprison you And with your new found freedom, And your new found arms and legs, Moving, again, for the first time Chase your mind And hold on to it tight Hold on like it’s the last thing you’ll ever let go Interlock your fingers And hold on Like it’s love, Something we both know you never want to be without Something we both know because you said it yourself, It’s the one thing that reminds you that you’re still young That your mind hasn’t gone with the dinosaurs, So hold on like it’s the last penny that you haven’t bet yet Hold on, and become one, not two Break the whale bones that imprison you And with your new found freedom, Sit still, Become you, one with yourself, young like your body is.”
An Insight, in Two Parts of Myself
Written by
gs-white
Canadian
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
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