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Catching Up

I've been dragging my heart by the leg
trying to bring it ashore.
Onerously, I attempt opening my eyelids
my gaze falls with rigorous rhythm into strange faces,
and I pray every God to let me see the azure sky
sigh with relief above this sea of deceptions.
Oh you! Awakener of nocturnal tombs,
withdraw the grain of sand you've burrowed in my eye
sleep has revealed itself to be sufficiently fertile
and I am choking on my black dreams.

Will she catch up to me?

You, who are so precious,
I am caught in the maze you traced in my hand
with a sweaty finger, a convincing wink
aren't you ashamed!
You've inebriated me with your breath
and I constantly trip on your perfume's heel

Flies hum, quietly as stars, over my rotting soul
a few bitter bones left to chew
i hear the mocking laughter which inflames your lips
and frosts the crook of my ear
the laughter which could never find a mimic
in all the waves, all the lost voyagers lullaby's.
Now, like all those stupid seamen, i am forced
to swim in the tides of the furious ocean
you captured in your lungs.

but I would drown simply to breathe you once

Cruel child, I see the spirit which I was allowed
to caress for a fleeting time
circle away from your stone pupils.
No one can understand, you've made of me
my worst enemy;
fragile being, imbecile
with a feverish heart swaying unconsciously
like a tissue abandoned in the wind.

So, will she catch up to me?
I doubt any hope is left
I doubt there is a remedy to cure
the poison she spilled onto this love
that i shall never regret

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let's not fight, i'm tired can we just sleep...

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  • just rob gold member
    May 26

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    Damn, girl, this just rocked my world.
    How can you be so great, so young. I almost have to hate you a little.


    • vaseline
      May 26
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      haha well i figured i have to start young if i wanna be anywhere near as good as you when i grow up

  • That's the english version of the poem you put on facebook right? Still really good. Very really muchly good.


    • vaseline
      May 26
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      yesh yesh i changed a few things though. i thought about putting it in french on the site but i dont know anyone who reads french besides you and my dad so i translated it

      ps: 4 days til tori tickets are on sale


  • DogFish silver member
    May 23

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    "Onerously, I attempt opening my eyelids ..."

    Yup that can go in your biography!

    What a dark sea of words- the notion of drowning in fatigue and darkness and longing is palpable and weighty.One feels caught in the tow of the tides!

  • Wow this is amazing...
    You never cease to amaze me, Jane
    Really...

  • What lovely metaphor through out this whole write...creative and deep...very intriguing write.

    Best,
    mystic

  • Rowan gold member
    May 21

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    "but I would drown simply to breathe you once"
    if that doesn't shut her up, nothin will.
    And no, never regret a thing, that's my motto.

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