December 2009
7 posts
The Florida Song
You tried repeatedly for weeks to hear the words I swore I had to say, sworn to secrecy by my eyes infusing lessons in my brainwaves. You followed me around as if I was a mystic mindful lady with broad shoulders and curly hair that climbed into my soul from my feet. Yes, you tried and tried for weeks. And every time you returned you showed your nervous face outside my window before stepping...
we do not exist
oh at the split and divide, we’ll see children playing on the sidewalk
an exhibitionist lies beneath a sunset all covered in stardust
and it’s five in the afternoon, seven senses awakened
when we cross over the atmosphere into our imagination.
oh i’ve got scars from when reality shook me
and took me by surprise
i’ve got simplicities no man can see because of
the...
“you must be reckless and careless down to your very bones. here, nothing is...”
– myself
“The liberty of the individual is no gift of civilization. It was greatest before...”
– Sigmund Freud
People always say things like “oh wait a few years and you’ll be so thankful for high school” etc, about the times you’re currently hating. And I realize- it’s like as time goes on things get progressively worse in most aspects and you’re supposed to think oh, I had the best time of my life back then… so by the end of your life, you look back and think...
Lately I always come to the conclusion;
If something happened to you or I tomorrow I would not be okay with the state of things. It can’t be right to be strangers with the person I care about the most- no, it most definitely does not feel right.
The memories play back like movie scenes and it’s the worst, the feeling that this is what I’d always hoped it would never be. Way back to the beginning they go. Anywhere I go...
Maybe most people are more time savvy than I am. But personally, when I have an assignment, I need a reeeally long time to do it, or the time for it to be done passes and I still have not begun.