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"your beliefs have fallen apart and you hold hands with the image of an angel who's wings have been pulled off and fallen out of heaven."
well you have become a paper robot with no force driving you forward and the vulnerability of a child.
and i CAN fly
and i CAN soar
and an angel on earth is still an angel.
an angel without wings is still an angel.
oh prince, play cause and effect with me.
give me the experience and i will give you the cynical princess with her head resting on the window of her castle.
growing up is only difficult when you stop to breathe.
you inhale the realization that you've changed.
but it all depends on the exhale.
is it a steady acceptance,
or have you gone blue in the face?
and would you ask me for help if you were slipping into the very center of the earth? because i would plant my feet into the ground to help you, and if i couldn't, i would hold your hands under the surface.
there is an up and a down to every situation, a wrong and a right, a yes and a no.
and when you open your eyes to every side,
life becomes much more complicated.
it actually becomes more entertaining.
well you have become a paper robot with no force driving you forward and the vulnerability of a child.
and i CAN fly
and i CAN soar
and an angel on earth is still an angel.
an angel without wings is still an angel.
oh prince, play cause and effect with me.
give me the experience and i will give you the cynical princess with her head resting on the window of her castle.
growing up is only difficult when you stop to breathe.
you inhale the realization that you've changed.
but it all depends on the exhale.
is it a steady acceptance,
or have you gone blue in the face?
and would you ask me for help if you were slipping into the very center of the earth? because i would plant my feet into the ground to help you, and if i couldn't, i would hold your hands under the surface.
there is an up and a down to every situation, a wrong and a right, a yes and a no.
and when you open your eyes to every side,
life becomes much more complicated.
it actually becomes more entertaining.
Literature
when You were fourteen
You spit, splatter Your eyelashes
against his cheeks, You rub Your forehead
on her wall holding poison in Your hands,
he should cower, but does not, she should
not turnaroundyellscreamshoutkickcry
but does.
You hold Yourself
like Your family have disowned You
for the fifty eighth time and grin into doors
at how sad you can be. You wash dinner plates
one a time and Your chests pour out bubbles.
i often replace You with a DoubleYou to show You
how big these things can seem when you hold two telescopes
to the map on your thigh and calculate carefully
where the pain will end up. Not in Your feet,
or chest, not in Your skull or pin
Literature
I hope its going to clear up
I hope its going to clear up, it can't continue rain for long. I think I'm going to take a look outside. The drapes always give me a hard time; oh, I think I broke them. Oh well I might as well just go outside. I better put my jacket on so I don't get to wet. Damn stairs, why do I have to live on the top floor. Maybe I should look for a new place, maybe a new city. I love the people here, but I get so damn bored. Maybe I don't evolve here; sometimes it feels like I'm just doing the same thing over and over. Only four stairs left. But I did just move back to this city two months ago, has it really just been two months? Yeah! I guess it's the p
Literature
To The Edge...
should this earth
end
we'll simply
build another
(traced
from the notes
her hands have touched)
made fine
like letters
to a future
lover
and it's a white
I'll covet
coat & cover
in a light
like her name
born
blue
and for
each other
see
she dreamed
destiny
and new worlds
to discover
'til my tongue's
tilted axis
spun new words
which
to stutter
a space
where stars
seem to bloom
only
to sputter
to be replaced
with her face
another universe
recovered
...and I guess you could call it an odyssey
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this is not a poem, or any type of structural composition.
i haven't written in forever, and i want to.
about ANYTHING
so a few minutes i picked up a pen and a piece of paper and tried to express a few things that i'm feeling.
no order,
that's it.
i haven't written in forever, and i want to.
about ANYTHING
so a few minutes i picked up a pen and a piece of paper and tried to express a few things that i'm feeling.
no order,
that's it.
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this is amazing... it's like... everything is being pieced together in a random order, yet somehow, it creates a beautiful, whole piece.
This is amazing because this is what I've been going through the past few weeks... The whole realization that things have changed and that in that one minute, even in that one second, things have changed and that you/i too, have changed.
I especially loved the lines
growing up is only difficult when you stop to breathe.
you inhale the realization that you've changed.
but it all depends on the exhale.
is it a steady acceptance,
or have you gone blue in the face?
I think my friends and I have gone blue in the face (from trying) but in reality, we've all been exhaling and accepting the fact that we're all growing... And there's nothing we can do except change, and hope that we change into people we like.
This is amazing because this is what I've been going through the past few weeks... The whole realization that things have changed and that in that one minute, even in that one second, things have changed and that you/i too, have changed.
I especially loved the lines
growing up is only difficult when you stop to breathe.
you inhale the realization that you've changed.
but it all depends on the exhale.
is it a steady acceptance,
or have you gone blue in the face?
I think my friends and I have gone blue in the face (from trying) but in reality, we've all been exhaling and accepting the fact that we're all growing... And there's nothing we can do except change, and hope that we change into people we like.