Eight Blocks To My Thoughts

Jul 25, 2010 18:48

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Summary: 8 verses of things that are always on my mind.
Notes: In writing group, we were prompted to pick 8 verbs and 8 nouns. I could've written why I chose those words, but I decided to use them in ways that weren't as obvious--tie the nouns of my life into the adjectives and verbs of my rambling thoughts. 
I chose Aquarius because that's my favorite drink, Mild Sevens because that's the brand I smoke, Beach because I love it, Slippers because that's what I always wear, Love because that's just obvious, Music because that's obvious as well, Sunshine because it affects me so much, and Flesh because it was a word bouncing around the room during the meeting.

AQUARIUS
Aquaintances are my only friends. Them and bones. I am
Riding in this vehicle alone, speeding through a traffic jam without a driver. I am
Urgent, urgent, urgent. Rushed without a reason. Racing for the finish line. I am
Slowly learning that the finish line is just a grave marked with flowers of the guilty.

MILD SEVENS
Today I found the empty pack of Mild Sevens you gave me with the words "Ich Hab Dich Lieb" written inside. 
I realized you don't say that anymore.
I half expected you to tell me how great I looked in my dress.
But then I realized you don't say that anymore either.
I just wish I could realize that means it's really over.

BEACH
If you listen hard enough, the beach could teach you everything you need to know about life. Which actually isn't a lot.

SLIPPERS
When I'm like this, I love noise, every self created noise touches my ear perfectly.
Every beat of my slippers slapping pavement when I'm running for no reason
Every noise I could possibly make with my mouth
Things banging on counters and sinks, scissors through paper--no patience, just tearing.
I'll do it all as loud as possible, because it's like discovering music for the first time.

LOVE
We are the observed
But I am always changing
The proof is in every different name after "I Love" 
I've written in every one of my journals. 
The proof is in all the different names I've signed under these confessions.
And maybe I never really knew my loves
But at least I knew their favorite colors.
And maybe I never knew myself.
But at least I know I love to change.

MUSIC
Don't touch me while the music is touching me.
It might get jealous and leave.

SUNSHINE
Excuse me, I'm trying to buy some sunshine, but I can't find a single package.
How much does a jar of sunshine cost anyways?
My muscles, bruised from strain?
My earthly possessions and all their invisible chains?
My addictions I'm too scared to kick?
Oh, maybe the price would be to barter a jar of tears for a jar of sunshine.

FLESH
It's like a million fingertips touching a million nerve tips
It's like admiring yourself in the reflection for too long.
It's like the flesh burning with desire for every sensation, new lips ever night, the glint of gold you love so much. 
It's like running marathons back to back.
It's like never feeling satisfied, a hunger for everything but food.
It's like being as expansive as the sky. 
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