displace yourself from yourself
leave your body
without the pressure of your
spirit your heart and soul
liquefy
you can pour them easier
that way
pour your heart and soul
into everything you do
(from afar)
pour your heart and soul
into the words
that when they get
ripped to shreds and scattered
all around,
you still have your spirit with you
and the molten heart&soul;
are fluid, and they flow back
together, hydrophilic
your scars are now the scars
of the ocean
made by boats slicing the surface
a fleeting white foam that
fizzes and splashes back
into serenity
the words flow together
and the paper scars mend
your heart and soul
safe
they're going to keep on
like that now.
a world of motor boats
etching out scars
words ripped to shreds and
put together and
ripped to shreds again
you're not much use to yourself
this way.
it's not pain if you don't feel it.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
displace yourself from yourself
leave your body
without the pressure of your
spirit your heart and soul
liquefy
you can pour them easier
that way
pour your heart and soul
into everything you do
(from afar)
pour your heart and soul
into the words
that when they get
ripped to shreds and scattered
all around,
you still have your spirit with you
and the molten heart&soul;
are fluid, and they flow back
together, hydrophilic
your scars are now the scars
of the ocean
made by boats slicing the surface
a fleeting white foam that
fizzes and splashes back
into serenity
the words flow together
and the paper scars mend
your heart and soul
safe
they're going to keep on
like that now.
a world of motor boats
etching out scars
words ripped to shreds and
put together and
ripped to shreds again
you're not much use to yourself
this way.
it's not pain if you don't feel it.
this started as a poem about
the college application process.
i didn't take my own advice
and look where it got me.
