the past has me salivating,
spit puddles distorting reality.
if i were honest
i could say nice to meet you.
i won't be heard over
the carnival music.
i'll stand with my arms folded
and saliva forming currents
down the corners of my lips.
first my flesh went
and now my bones.
i almost wish
i'd have believed in souls,
if only just enough to get me by.
this spit is drying,
cracking my skin.
i know these lips
are not ones you'd want to kiss.
i know this heart
is not one you'd want to touch.
i begged you to keep ahead.
my feet do nothing but kick up dust.
i smell it in the air again,
the light vanilla waft
drifting from ahead,
teasing the future.
i begged you to keep ahead.
Author notes
i haven't written in a long time. though i posted this one, i don't see a major change in my absence occurring. this was almost too hard for me to do in the first place, and it isn't much at all.
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i think as long as you've got something inside you, you will get it out. i stopped writing poetry ages ago, i felt it to restrictive, now i just splurge and scribble and post it on a blog, i care less about the trivial little things that seemed to hold me back. if you do music, then use that as a splurge.
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thank you very much for the motivating words. music actually has been my major "splurge" output for the past couple of years. i just feel like i don't have much to say with words anymore. thank you very much for reading.
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