Anguish in discovery
racks
and devours.
And now, with my half heart,
(the part not eaten)
I expect to sing
all the sad songs I sang before
and I expect to be ( am expected to be)
all the smiles I've always been.
Often it's the skim
Of my hand against the keys
That reminds me of how
Distant
This is from
the me that eats
laughs
pains
and breaks toenails.
In this trance, relationships are
Constant refreshing
And numbers
-I count the messages
-I anticipate the likes
'till I need a glass of water
I enjoy the thought
of so many thoughts
lying in weight.
Concrete, pulsing
my secretive wishes
open for
eyes to see.
I can cover them up
in calligraphy
- youd be none the wiser
or spirit reality away and
call them
imaginations?
reality isnt quite as romantic
- I would say
Perhaps, one day I wont need a set of eyes
to lie to,
to cover up for.
I could drop the cursive lettering,
instil something
Time,
should slip beneath my consciousness,
while imagine soars beyond.
I can make stories up.
Play them out.
Live them each moment.
If time didn't rest above, on the highest shelf,
priority number one.
naturally.
My chin aches where it was resting on my palm.
It has been there for far too long.
I would care to lift it.
If my mind would entertain itself long enough to move.
Ten million, seconds
Have passed me by
As I linger.
Left behind,
it is best to take into account
the fact that
it was never yours
to grasp onto
and lock away.
Even so,
perhaps taking
that account
into account did not
help our situation very much at all.
intoxicating.
I fear the intelligence, once
bestowed is leaking towards a
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
letter word.)
that describes the way you look,
when you tore at me
and left a shell of a dynamic
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
letter word.)
and absorbant creature,
of motion.
The duplication, of your stare
upon my face.
Is just so resiliant
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
letter word.)
and intoxicating.
So,
lets say i don't care.
Do you belive me?
Then,
I'll realize, i do care.
Am i forgiven?
NO.
We'll dance around,
until nothing ever ends.
Alright.
I can deal with that?
Left behind,
it is best to take into account
the fact that
it was never yours
to grasp onto
and lock away.
Even so,
perhaps taking
that account
into account did not
help our situation very much at all.
My chin aches where it was resting on my palm.
It has been there for far too long.
I would care to lift it.
If my mind would entertain itself long enough to move.
Ten million, seconds
Have passed me by
As I linger.
Time,
should slip beneath my consciousness,
while imagine soars beyond.
I can make stories up.
Play them out.
Live them each moment.
If time didn't rest above, on the highest shelf,
priority number one.
naturally.
I enjoy the thought
of so many thoughts
lying in weight.
Concrete, pulsing
my secretive wishes
open for
eyes to see.
I can cover them up
in calligraphy
- youd be none the wiser
or spirit reality away and
call them
imaginations?
reality isnt quite as romantic
- I would say
Perhaps, one day I wont need a set of eyes
to lie to,
to cover up for.
I could drop the cursive lettering,
instil something
Anguish in discovery
racks
and devours.
And now, with my half heart,
(the part not eaten)
I expect to sing
all the sad songs I sang before
and I expect to be ( am expected to be)
all the smiles I've always been.
Often it's the skim
Of my hand against the keys
That reminds me of how
Distant
This is from
the me that eats
laughs
pains
and breaks toenails.
In this trance, relationships are
Constant refreshing
And numbers
-I count the messages
-I anticipate the likes
'till I need a glass of water
the eye is the center of your mind.
from it all energy radiates.
binding everything,
controlling your soul not your mind.
the soul's protecter,
the eye is more important than you know.
keeping your secrets,
holding your lies.
the soul is allways falling,
slowly without progress.
and when it leaves,
fianlly fallen,
the eyes closes,
and your gone.
no more body,
nothing to bind it.
you have evolved,
into something pure.
without the trivial mind,
only a soul.
then you are free and saved.
the eye's counterpart
Wisp
I find myself
cutting off the circulation
and burying these (deep) thoughts deep
deep away in my nightly terrors.
As a child
I always found
a clothesline-
to seperate-
myself from the bodies constantly
flowing around me.
The agony it costs me
to compose these notes-
these letters to you now,
is the same blind elbow
across the face
and awkward joints
that haunt my fears.
I shall prevail-
with or without you.
There was always an extra letter anyways.
(c) Kristen Smith
Rest assured blank face,
The suspicion is all a sign of past treachery.
Don't fret to yourself,
Don't fret at all.
Don't be the weaker one,
Don't be weak at all.
I'll separate the grime from the lungs myself.
If it means keeping the IC breathing.
I'll separate the body from the mind myself,
If it means keeping the IC talking.
I wont allow you to enter closure.
Not now,
Not now.
Rest assured worried one,
The apprehension is a sign of past lecturing.
Don't scream to yourself,
Don't scream at all.
Don't be the wicked one,
Don't be wicked at all.
I'll separate the grime from the lungs myself.
If it means keeping the IC breath
Recall this is a vigil, not a fight
A quiet hand demands a quiet mind
Don't think about tomorrow; you'll be right.
Protect my puzzling soul and keep it white
For under judgement it would fall apart
Recall this is a vigil, not a fight
I'm sure that if you look back on this night
Your sightless messangers will see a waste
Don't think about tomorrow; you'll be right.
Devotion of my spirit's at its height
(I told you I was bad at proving love)
Recall this is a vigil, not a fight
And leaving you is not a callous flight
But longing separates - I've seen it done.
Don't think about tomorrow; you'll be right.
In torturous empathy, I kno
Anguish in discovery
racks
and devours.
And now, with my half heart,
(the part not eaten)
I expect to sing
all the sad songs I sang before
and I expect to be ( am expected to be)
all the smiles I've always been.