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| alastar (profile) wrote, on 6-13-2005 at 9:25pm | |
| Music: Finch Subject: I am your father, your mother is this pen |
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| Heavy eyes push uncontrollable looks Release the pressure with needles and hooks Pushing past all the instincts in nerves With knives and glass, cut crescent curves Replacing veins with tubes and wire Like water in oceans and flames in fire Which way should you move? Trapped on the lines of this schism Cut too deep and got caught on a groove Hesitation gives way to paroxysm Parallel to indecision A mark on your cornea marks the depth of your vision Near-sighted, frightened, and mortified A tattoo on your chest says “[W]hor[e]rified” And through all of this I realized You’re just a part of a poem, a couple of lines I’ve been holding you captive inside my thoughts like a tomb Gestating ideas inside my mind like a womb And finally, giving birth onto paper, you’re spilling out of my pen You’re a creative process, and I don’t see an end You’re a font with underlines I can italicize And bold you to make you seem like more than just a word You're nothing more than twisting design, doesn't that hurt? You are nothing more than spiraling inspiration Conceived in my mind, you are my creation |
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jax | 06-13-05 10:18pm , |
| alastar | Re:, 06-13-05 10:59pm I hope that means you like it. I can never tell. |
wonderbreadland | 06-14-05 5:42am Near-sighted, frightened, and mortified
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| alastar | Re:, 06-14-05 11:40am For some reason, I thought of you while writing that part, and I knew you would like it.
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anachronism | 06-15-05 11:35am A tattoo on your chest says [W]hor[e]rified.
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| alastar | Re:, 06-15-05 1:40pm Thanks, and, I have no idea. I'm taking a break though, no more writing for a week. |