I
was dreaming in sentances
both declarative and short.
sorry
oh, its fine that you woke me.
I was only one exclamation point away.
I keep leaving this mountain
i was tucked into
won't you remind me to stay?
In respose to your question:
I fill up these hours
then seal them shut.
Today I was searching
I was searching in secret
put my hands inside of my pockets and dug
dug in hopes to retrive something more from you
perhaps not such dead eyes
your stupid eyes.they are so dead.
wont you tell them to wake up?
your pain
your torment
your self obsession
like an autobiography
stuck to your pale face
I'de rather just read the backcover
or maybe just the last page
but no
your words are all in bold print.
forcing. forcing me to read.
you are selfish. i am selfish. we are all such sinners.
a homelss woman asked me for food yesterday
instead I held out just a handfull of spair change
she shook her head,and walked away.
I had let her down. I had let myself down.
Dogooders&Saints-so holy they seem
Little school girls with there textbooks and braids
the poor
the starved
the whores
the vain
how
how
how are we all the same?
I walked to the post office twice today.
In my hands was a postcard
to be sent somplace quite far away
I told the clerk
"please don't read the back"
I left the office & returned after one hour & a half
" you read it ....didnt you!? , I' m not as lonley as I seem"
He kept trying to explain.
I dozed off again
dreaming this time only in exclamation points
It was hard to make out
alot of that mumbo jumbo kinda talk
All your words start to sounds the same
in french.
What have you stolen?
what have you given back?
please just wake me up.
3 comments:
gosh i hope that pale face and dead eyes aren't mine. i mean, they totally could be.
i do have a pale face.
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allie, I have a pale face as well.
you are not the dead eyes person!!
I was trying to describe a person who is dead inside. sometimes those people have tan faces. but you don't notice. cause there so dead. hm..I dont think this made sense. oh well :)
hahaah.
i'm glad it wasn't me.
maybe it is partly me sometimes.
maybe all of us sometimes.
i love your writing.
it's beautiful.
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