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raðljóst Sep 2013

Ankles cracking,
  Keyboard clacking,
    Sniffling of the nose,
      And all these things I do
       To make silent reading a pain.
         Wrapped up in my self-conscious cloud,
           Nerves drowned out all sound,
             I did not dare to glance up
To see that only four students remained.

raðljóst Sep 2013

the meaning is missing.

talking to you,
but not seeing
your face,

is like hearing a song
but not understanding
the words.

in this there is beauty,
but like the song unknown,
the meaning is missing.

i crave that face-to-face.

raðljóst Sep 2013

12am, Saturday

Night-time, to me? Well, that’s a tough question.
Night is a time where sleep is an exception.
Rest is elusive, dreams are abhorred.
Night is a time when I’d rather be bored.

Night is for tired minds falling from skyscrapers.
Night is for weary-eyes, pencils to papers.
Oh, let me tell you, counting sheep just won’t do.
Night is a time when I long for you.

Night is a time to have too many ideals,
Night is a time to break too many seals,
The terrors have come and the wishes have past,
Night is a time that I hope doesn’t last.

raðljóst Sep 2013

Speed vs. the Panic.

It’s late and it’s foggy and you know
You can’t see **** through that window
But you’re driving fast.
My paranoia is kicking in
And my head is about to implode
With worry.
I grab ahold of the car seats
And stare at the road more than you ever would
As if I could prevent us from crashing
If your eyes didn’t see what mine thought they saw.
Maybe I never learned to be spontaneous.
Maybe you’re the daredevil,
And I’m the old lady who never leaves her house.
And you know that I want you to know
That I understand the beauty of the night,
How the dew sets upon the grass like stars sit up in the sky,
And I want you to know
That I embrace the feeling of freedom on empty asphalt avenues
But this whole automobile thing really throws me off.
I want you to know that I have night terrors about things
Just like this.
I want you to understand me when I say slow down,
Because I can’t help but be overcome by the images
Of our could-be deaths.
Please.
Read my body language, no,
Don’t take your eyes off of that road.
I’m tense and I’m not usually this bad
But when I’ve grown up explaining a death by
Telling people he crashed in a car,
I know that I don’t want that to be our fate.
So just listen. Listen to me when I beg you,
Slow down.

raðljóst Sep 2013

first world

our society
consists of marbles
rolling, winding, falling down
the easiest route in life.
we are rivers,
flowing and free to choose
the path of least resistance
and keep on going.
but sometimes,
the easy way out is not the
right way
to live.

raðljóst Sep 2013

Breathe (Free Write Exercise After-Poem)

the absolute language
a song  so foreign yet
            so familiar
echoes in my ears
slips through my veins
through my veins.
a passageway to my soul
no longer restricted.
     the chorus doesn't hesitate
to be sung.
      like a lady serenaded by her darling,
               i give my full attention.
this is my lifeline.
           i, like the marble
w
    i
n
    d
i
    n
  g
d
   o
w
    n
the funnel,
inspired by the song of life.
the absolute language that is
all-encompassing.
     it commenced on the very
first day and will never freeze over.
once i have realized the beauty
   and the harmony of the song
  i will not sleep until my eyes
go bloodshot.
  for through any trials,
  with the song in my soul,
i will survive.

raðljóst Sep 2013

sorry - memory full.

why is my memory finite?
i'm so sick of having to remove
old files of people and places
in my head to make space for
all this newer knowledge.

in just one day, i've forgot
the names of three people who
i recently spoke with. some of
my french has gone out the
window and i think that soon
i will lose it all.

i am envious of the person
who has a photographic
memory with limitless card
space. please, oh please,
let me upgrade.

can't remember a **** thing in french. i keep speaking icelandic words in the place of both french and english. i keep asking people, "who are you?" when i know that i should know their names.