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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room |
Monday, August 16, 2010, 1:14 AM
I don't know what i want anymore. There used to be a time where i could tell you a thousand and one things i'd like to do with my life and then do it. I used to be able to write songs and endless stories about the wonders and mysteries of life that i haven't yet discovered, take pictures of beautiful smiles and keep them close to my heart. I used to be able to hang on to things like they were gold, hide them behind this shelf somewhere deep inside my heart so that no one could ever take it away from me. I don't know where that guy has gone. Once upon a time, i used to know what "free time" was. Somehow i'd relish the thought of being free and immediately do the things i love. I don't know what i'd do now if i had free time. Hard to even pronounce those words without feeling like i'm telling a lie. Coffee, paper, pen. My wife and kids these days. Spend more time with them than i do being alone in the bathroom. Write, write, write. The amount of words i'm scribbling out on paper i'd be strong enough to lift my whole weight using my pinky soon enough. They make sense, for a while. Then it starts to feel like chimpanzees giving a whack on the typewriter. "The poem uses diction to suggest the inescapable nature of time." What does that even mean? To you? To me? Why should anyone give a damn? It's just there. Poems should be like balloons, you inflate it, tie it up, let it go and watch it fly. See it get closer to heaven every second until the sun throws itself into your eyeballs and spits at your soul. Why study it till it pops? Balloons, like birds, were meant to fly. Nuff said. |
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Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.Andrew. Music. Food. People. What more could you possibly want? |
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