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Thibaut V Jun 2014
A well roped mast
but not through my heart strings
but my hands
and my fingers
each one deciding on what to do
and the activities with which they are amused
will determine a habitual future
We often believe that we are driven by something within us- I feel that while this may be true it is in fact all the other things that we choose to be engaged with in life that will determine how we end up living our whole lives.
Thibaut V Jun 2014
So I said how I felt
and you left
and I never heard from you again.

Its interesting how things backfire.
Thibaut V Jun 2014
Sometimes you get a hand you simply like
and you won't know if you have the right pair
until you get to the end

but in the meanwhile you are investing
into q 2 -same suit
just hoping this is the one

and you won't let go
they just look so perfect together

since you know theres no difference - or perhaps the slightest
between the worst cards and the best
quote on quote

since setting is half the story
what everyone else is playing affects yours
and I know its hard to follow
but there are rules you know

so instead
bank it all on a feather
whilst you wait for death
just remember
to know when to go all in
and also
when to quit.
*to be read aloud as a speech*
Thibaut V Jun 2014
Arranged temptations
and the waves of eyes looked up to the skies

wincing in the sunshine
and constricting in the moonshine

lacking direction the succinct steps
aptly named the sparks and saps that retained
the nature to maintain the martian
river and the mountain surrounded by.
both near and far the errors of silhouettes and how they remarked on such high expectations.

quickly shut, opened and parked the car.

sliding closed the arrows and bows suitcases and shows and bouncing pillows. To arrive so fast and slowly

depart.
Thibaut V Jun 2014
its the impact
and the implant
that survive this stance
this attraction

I want it to last
between us that we could advance
into another level
of human being

one that obey rules of action
to behave in
and stay that way
we then trickle into separate rooms

choose our future
I know its cocooned either way
and then cached into the files
in that steel frame

when we then return
rolling out like a rolodex of information
waving it in front of each others face
like a roll of hundred dollar bills

and we undo the band
hand out a few
in either direction
to which their rolls others will add
I sincerely appreciate it.
Thibaut V Jun 2014
This body, the body,
is built,
or shaped,
now into contemporary
catagories,

the body is a place for secrets.

as a pomegranate that
has its seeds pulled back
and a thin film comes between
the next layer of skin.

waiting to leak out
or to be lifted up
for a kiss
I’m
feasting on the twine

the fruits off the vine
the sweetest I choose
or the ones who
rest in the grass below
and silently bloom
leaving their seeds
to near
to grow

these fruit bearers
and the zip files
and fields they include
Thibaut V Jun 2014
From where do we gather such illusions
People’s portraits on medieval displays
with icons on the sides and
all around

it makes sick
that we can have drops in the bucket
to which there is no lid;
and it overflows

I cant pay attention
or want to listen
nothing matters
or makes sense

there is no mound of dirt
there are no mountains
we are no trees
growing
and learning

I found I am obtruding
Against the ceiling
Im like bubble wrap
or a balloon
waiting to blow
or to bloom

I wished I could disintegrate
into a bomb of flowers
like the credits
of the pink panthers

and acknowledge
the illusionary trick
and peoples portraits
on medieval displays

so we talk about speculated numbers
and death in the plague
and its all so vague
waiting to die

for all I know
is I have 95 minutes left in my last class
my body is sore
and no one loves me anymore
and so quickly
be kicked

this is no story I can dig

sooner than be crucified stretched
close inside my self
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