Within a dream so vivid you said in words almost slurred
that you fell in between another's legs during the last eclipse.
You were so nonchalant about it as you admitted to also sleeping
with a friends' boyfriend whose name you could not remember.
I woke up saying, "when did you have another female roomate?" pissed at you.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
And they quickly approched the audience
Have you ever felt that overwhelming lip quiver that sends your whole body shaking with adrenaline filled heart palpitations that change your breathing habit, sucking in too much at the wrong time, sending your brain into hypoxia?
It's the moment when you either hear news or have to say something that is completely shocking.
It's the time when you heard that your girlfriend had been almost raped because she got too drunk at a party. It's the moments just before you discover the results of your cancer screening and that summer when you stumbled upon an email that your partner was cheating on you.
Feelings of dread with Musgy Spanier's Riverboat Shuffle spinning trumpet trills ascending in the background. This ain't no Eliot Smith kinda day. And she can't say that this is the worst it's ever felt like, things could be much worse and she knows it. It's the fear of the unknown you know, that kills us in the moments of feeling your future wrapped tightly in a rice paper egg-roll.
Now I just have to unwrap this present that's in my face she says from her ego-consciousness to her heart. Everything that you once dreamed in the form of things around you to make you happier had come to fruition, where's your happiness in its genuine? Her heart replies.
Now her gut told her in knocking punches, so as not to ignore, there's something wrong with the situation even though it's fine the way that it appears. This saddened her like being out at the rolling sea with no sight of land in store.The picture she was painting while listening to Bach had been smeared.
But what if she's just afraid because of the change and the unknown, because of the lingering ghosts in bedsheets and wallpaper? Her heart said to her brain.
She told me that she felt like this was an addiction. She was always chasing after the way she felt when they were in love, when their lives felt right because they were together. They were chained together on a prison yard, picking up stones to make mortar.
She would do anything just to make her happy; give up her job to move to her hometown, meet all of her oddball requests, and finally to stop asking about making love. This is where the telephone polls started snapping.
After all of the laundry was done, the lawn was mowed, dishes dry and dinner hot on the stove she realized that there were still boundaries that she could not cross. There was sensitive information in her heart that required rules so secrets could not be revealed.
By this time their symphony felt like it had its' peak in the planning of the future, but once it arrived she sensed a summer of discontentment. Once she gets what she wants she always wants something else. One could say that this is self-reflective of all of western civilization. The Grass is Always Greener, Have it Your Way, Slap into a Slim Jim.. etc. You get the drift, she always wanted more but at the same time they found themselves with less of the things that they didn't need and it made them both a little happier.
The change that they craved on mornings when they were stiff and stuck in a vapid grave yard on a crusty couch, hung over and sorrowful from fighting the night before. At least they were too old for that now. There was only a few more bad habits to iron out.
It's the moment when you either hear news or have to say something that is completely shocking.
It's the time when you heard that your girlfriend had been almost raped because she got too drunk at a party. It's the moments just before you discover the results of your cancer screening and that summer when you stumbled upon an email that your partner was cheating on you.
Feelings of dread with Musgy Spanier's Riverboat Shuffle spinning trumpet trills ascending in the background. This ain't no Eliot Smith kinda day. And she can't say that this is the worst it's ever felt like, things could be much worse and she knows it. It's the fear of the unknown you know, that kills us in the moments of feeling your future wrapped tightly in a rice paper egg-roll.
Now I just have to unwrap this present that's in my face she says from her ego-consciousness to her heart. Everything that you once dreamed in the form of things around you to make you happier had come to fruition, where's your happiness in its genuine? Her heart replies.
Now her gut told her in knocking punches, so as not to ignore, there's something wrong with the situation even though it's fine the way that it appears. This saddened her like being out at the rolling sea with no sight of land in store.The picture she was painting while listening to Bach had been smeared.
But what if she's just afraid because of the change and the unknown, because of the lingering ghosts in bedsheets and wallpaper? Her heart said to her brain.
She told me that she felt like this was an addiction. She was always chasing after the way she felt when they were in love, when their lives felt right because they were together. They were chained together on a prison yard, picking up stones to make mortar.
She would do anything just to make her happy; give up her job to move to her hometown, meet all of her oddball requests, and finally to stop asking about making love. This is where the telephone polls started snapping.
After all of the laundry was done, the lawn was mowed, dishes dry and dinner hot on the stove she realized that there were still boundaries that she could not cross. There was sensitive information in her heart that required rules so secrets could not be revealed.
By this time their symphony felt like it had its' peak in the planning of the future, but once it arrived she sensed a summer of discontentment. Once she gets what she wants she always wants something else. One could say that this is self-reflective of all of western civilization. The Grass is Always Greener, Have it Your Way, Slap into a Slim Jim.. etc. You get the drift, she always wanted more but at the same time they found themselves with less of the things that they didn't need and it made them both a little happier.
The change that they craved on mornings when they were stiff and stuck in a vapid grave yard on a crusty couch, hung over and sorrowful from fighting the night before. At least they were too old for that now. There was only a few more bad habits to iron out.
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