Jun 08, 2007 17:50
found scribbled on the back of one of my student schedules...
who ever knew my addictions would come so fast and so flawed, a cry burning from the inside out - the infinitesimal brawl between self and my self and the mirror and these matches and if i burn the city down inside my liquid eyes will i find the promises my muse came firing out, clawing reborn.? i am the judge and i am the preacher and this is nothing but a lesson for your feet, to learn how to breathe - and i'm wasting oxygen as my lungs expand with words, sentiments that will never expand from thought - but die with the page. curls and swirling, twirling myself inside out - you'll find nothing but confusion and the utmost despair screaming to get out.
this is real, i'm feeling - screaming everybody else out on the street corners. mid-teen prophecy. this is real, ruby red slippers rubble amongst the ashes. for certain this earthquake is uncertain - trembling fingers as they reach my face and my image crashes. thud, sputter, slip. crashes, thud, sputter, slip - crashes, thud, sputter, slip.
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