Open Poetry #38 |
wires, words, and stop signs |
elisalie16 Member
since 2006-07-12
Posts 118new jersey |
we're hung by wires we're on the line we're floating mid-air why do we keep getting smashed to the ground? my head sure glitters, but i keep hearing, "this is all but gold." and my blood keeps icing over but my clothes are sweating off. where's this screaming coming from? i could never scratch my skin right off. this stories all smiles, but it's being deemed a tragedy. i guess i never could understand or learn to speak out loud the views formed out of my own sight. it's typical to break routine and to run our words in circles. oh but, we're in the middle of a marathon and the playlist is set to repeat as the static in our chests keeps blurring all the outlines we should be picking up on with the lack of limits we seem to define ourselves by. she's so far up but she stays on the ground he's far away but his words stay near. roll your eyes to the back of your head make sure you can't see the direction we're heading in if you know, you'll be able to find your way back. that's not allowed here. |
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