snippets/the boys i mean are not refined/inspirational post
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i have a list of things to do
its on my wall, taunting and true
a white sheet of paper
and a pink shiny sprawl
fool me.
it's kind of long and
its kind of hateful, too.
my list doesnt shiver when the wind blows
it doesnt glow when the lights go off
its still and its normal but
its haunting and cruel.
calling me, mocking me,
making me feel
like time is running out
while im simply
running.
theres nothing special with my list of things to do:
instruments and people and places to visit
seat in a row
and procreate.
the spawn grows and gets older
and elder
neatly scribbled
in a straight line.
so if its so straight, if its so right
why do i get dizzy and my head starts to spin
whenever my eyes settle and still
watching the children of responsability?
i know its time to sleep when my wishes become my shackles.
------
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much.
--- Dean Young, 'Poem Without Forgiveness'.
------
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
-----e.e. cummings, ' you shall above all things be glad and young'
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because i like both quotes i used on the cuts, i couldn't pick one, so i just split the entry in two
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
------emily dickinson
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brown sounds africa
pulses
like the first time
you exploded between legs
and heard drums
and learned the message
of rhythm love
brown sound america
pulses plus pushing
down trees
like the first time
you saw that wild crazy horse
riding through painted deserts
and you learned the grand canyon
red mother
brown sound
black outline
like the first time
like the first time
the first time
is the last time
like that
----henry dumas, 'brown sounds'
spy on them, they won't know
i have a list of things to do
its on my wall, taunting and true
a white sheet of paper
and a pink shiny sprawl
fool me.
it's kind of long and
its kind of hateful, too.
my list doesnt shiver when the wind blows
it doesnt glow when the lights go off
its still and its normal but
its haunting and cruel.
calling me, mocking me,
making me feel
like time is running out
while im simply
running.
theres nothing special with my list of things to do:
instruments and people and places to visit
seat in a row
and procreate.
the spawn grows and gets older
and elder
neatly scribbled
in a straight line.
so if its so straight, if its so right
why do i get dizzy and my head starts to spin
whenever my eyes settle and still
watching the children of responsability?
i know its time to sleep when my wishes become my shackles.
------
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much.
--- Dean Young, 'Poem Without Forgiveness'.
------
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
-----e.e. cummings, ' you shall above all things be glad and young'
---------
because i like both quotes i used on the cuts, i couldn't pick one, so i just split the entry in two
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
------emily dickinson
------------
brown sounds africa
pulses
like the first time
you exploded between legs
and heard drums
and learned the message
of rhythm love
brown sound america
pulses plus pushing
down trees
like the first time
you saw that wild crazy horse
riding through painted deserts
and you learned the grand canyon
red mother
brown sound
black outline
like the first time
like the first time
the first time
is the last time
like that
----henry dumas, 'brown sounds'
spy on them, they won't know