aphrodite-84
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 3, 2007
- Messages
- 112
just looking for feedback on anything anyone can pull from this.....thanks guys.
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to crush a pleasure so small that comfort may only be contained in a pinhead.
(still we all try to pack onto the pinhead)
“straight up the spine and…”
but how?
Where is this cords marrow, or else hollow?
The breeding ground for benign blossoms.
I know they are benign or they would have eaten me alive by now.
Unwanted, like spasms in the eyelids, bouncing, unstable.
Enigmatic happenings.
Limbic systems will laugh at these questions
as we assume we are somehow disembodied.
That we are missing pieces, instead,
we view it all in pieces and declare the rest unequal, unimportant.
Empty, sad, guilty.
He is just ___ and I am _____.
Thats it anymore. One word to sum up years of flux.
Years of quiet blossoms.
Does no one step out of line anymore?
No.
Airtight vessels in the middle of nothing.
Nothing in. Nothing out. (For what?, branching out means growth! Bah!)
Straight ahead,
floating from the body to the mind….
sleep blossoms.
Lying limbic systems will convince you that you are missing.
That someone has stolen a piece of you.
That you are not full.
Instead, they planted a seed that unfolds
petals heavy, weighing the rest of you as unequal, unimportant.
You can’t compare.
And you agreed.
sleep 10 000 blossoms.
to unfold one petal would be suicide.wouldn’t it?
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to crush a pleasure so small that comfort may only be contained in a pinhead.
(still we all try to pack onto the pinhead)
“straight up the spine and…”
but how?
Where is this cords marrow, or else hollow?
The breeding ground for benign blossoms.
I know they are benign or they would have eaten me alive by now.
Unwanted, like spasms in the eyelids, bouncing, unstable.
Enigmatic happenings.
Limbic systems will laugh at these questions
as we assume we are somehow disembodied.
That we are missing pieces, instead,
we view it all in pieces and declare the rest unequal, unimportant.
Empty, sad, guilty.
He is just ___ and I am _____.
Thats it anymore. One word to sum up years of flux.
Years of quiet blossoms.
Does no one step out of line anymore?
No.
Airtight vessels in the middle of nothing.
Nothing in. Nothing out. (For what?, branching out means growth! Bah!)
Straight ahead,
floating from the body to the mind….
sleep blossoms.
Lying limbic systems will convince you that you are missing.
That someone has stolen a piece of you.
That you are not full.
Instead, they planted a seed that unfolds
petals heavy, weighing the rest of you as unequal, unimportant.
You can’t compare.
And you agreed.
sleep 10 000 blossoms.
to unfold one petal would be suicide.wouldn’t it?
