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the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | To Reggie When did you get so far away? Just weeks ago, the miles were seconds and the hours were inches and you felt so close. Now Virginia feels as far as the moon. For all we'll ever know, I may never see you again. So what happens if we never go back? Do we speak less often and with less familiarity? Do we even speak? Do we fade away to distant memories? Do we even remember? You could sing me entire broadway sountracks. I could sing you full books of arias. You couldn't name everyone who's ever loved you. I couldn't name everyone I've ever loved. We were the same in our dissimilarity. Now we're so different in our perfect likeness. Our closeness paradoxically augments the space between us. Which begs the question: who is the thread that sews us together, and who is the knife that tears us apart? |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | Starving Ourselves I'm afraid we've been just a little lost. I'm afraid we've run away from those who tried to save us. I'm afraid we've run away from each other. I think we've been drowning in the fountain of youth. I think we've been living only off our own mortality. I think we've been running absolutely nowhere, and standing still in too many different places. I'm afraid we've been too furtive, too secret even for our own eyes. I'm afraid we've starved ourselves by eating from the tree of knowledge. We have worked too hard to know each other, and yet we have learned nothing. I could be a part of you if only you would let me in. |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | Telling the Truth I'll be the first one of us to tell the truth: This is not what I want. This is not what I agreed to. This is not where I should be. We are surrounded with pitchforks and torches in a corner we've backed ourselves into, in a grave we've dug with falsehoods and secrets. Every lie you tell pushes us back, away from the angry mob, but down a dead-end hall. The solution is not to break to the walls, to jump through this last open window; no, it's to make allies from our greatest enemies, to lay down the swords and make peace. I'll be the first one of us to tell the turth: that I know better than you. That I would not handle this the way that you do, if only it were up to me. |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | A personal favorite Belonging I have belonged to so many that I can't belong to anyone. I have belonged to so many that it doesn't matter what I want, but what comes naturally. I have belonged to so many that I've forgotten what not belonging tastes like. But I know belonging tastes both bitter and salty: makes you gag, like a teaspoon of medicine. I know belonging has no image 'cause I've always closed my eyes. Belonging sounds like an animal, starved in his pen for weeks and finally allowed its cut of meat. Belonging smells like skin, glossed over with sweat. It smells almost familiar; variations of that same first boy. But the best is how belonging feels: it feels like fulfillment. It feels like exploding. It starts inside and pushes out each time. It is both pressure, and the lack thereof. It feels like all ten fingers, all ten fingernails. It feels like both lips, one tongue, every single tooth. It feels like muscle sliding over fat, sliding over skins upon skins. It feels like achieving solitude by letting everybody in. I've belonged to so many that they are all uniform; unimportant. I've belonged to so many but I'll be owned by nobody. |
the greatest coward. Bleeding on the Floor Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 1280 | Winter It is winter when the numbness starts to set in. When drinking your tar in the morning doesn't feel rejuvenating and doesn't feel unpleasant, but a voice tells you you can't do it anymore. It is winter when I do not even feel you in me. When pain comes with the letdowns, but it is too easy to stifle. When I could do it with my eyes closed, thoughtlessly, unfeelingly and you'd never even know I don't care. It is winter when walking home in the rain does not feel unnatural. It doesn't feel like anything. When finding warmth is of the utmost importance, but there is not a warm body in sight. It is winter when the snow builds up and traps you in your house with people you cannot even face without some sort of speech, a presentation on your wrongs and their high hopes, already broken though they never have to know. It is winter when the bus in the morning is dark and gloomy and packed with people just going through the motions. People just like me, but different in every way. When it sometimes feels like spring will never come again. |
kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | I really enjoyed your work It's very honest and simple and un-pretentious and in that way I find it accessible and all the more effective. I especially liked To Reggie and the lines, You couldn't name everyone who's ever loved you. I couldn't name everyone I've ever loved. It's very direct without loosing the message. Nice work |
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