Wednesday, March 26, 2014

lyrical and i'm aching for you

the dull throb again, that's new. (re-newed) my hipbones and teeth. i could stop sleeping to understand, start crying, start staring, stop playing, stop eating, anything to understand. but i still wont. (i already tried it once and what a mess)

i need to stop thinking. and now i remember that thinking equals feeling and i didnt want to feel so i tried to stop thinking and look how that turned out, and now you're the mess but only inside and in your hair, when i really look i can see it and i ignored it for 

but stop. 

you're thinking again.  






shut it off because it's not worth it right?
and to think i always thought you were being figurative and poetic. 
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8 comments:

  1. Kelsey HealeyMarch 26, 2014 at 11:43 AM

    I like this. A lot.

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  2. Priscilla BelleMarch 26, 2014 at 3:59 PM

    I can't put my finger on this post. It's abstract and intriguing and I have no way to begin to figure out what to parallel it with, but I love it. and I originally wrote like in that sentence but had to go back and change it to love.

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  3. indiesunshineMarch 26, 2014 at 6:48 PM

    I'm obsessed with your work...

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  4. AnonymousMarch 26, 2014 at 7:04 PM

    It's difficult to identify the specific allusions being made in this post. However, that's what truly enthralls me - the manifestation of so many deep emotions. Your writing is beautiful. :)

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  5. Dominic ZappalaMarch 27, 2014 at 9:20 AM

    To me your are Debussy.

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  6. Insolence is BlissMarch 27, 2014 at 9:51 PM

    There are few things as intriguing as one's though process. When put to words in a manner such as yours it is beautiful to experience. A provoking perspective. I like it.

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  7. Kenzie PetersonApril 14, 2014 at 12:17 AM

    When I can write like you, I'll be happy.

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