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January 3, 2013
The suggester says: it captures everything in the most beautiful and bone chilling way: definitions of reality, the devastation of growing up, self-inadequacies, and a sad glimpse of what sleep can really mean. Lullaby is by *ImMattyVYo deviant also suggested by *0hgravity
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Literature Text
"I've been waiting my entire life to tell you that I'm dying and I figured I'd finally get it over with.
So here I am, carving forgive me
into my teeth, so every time that I speak
I can still say that I'm sorry.
More years have passed in the last than I care to remember
but I could never forget:
In eighth grade my chorus teacher always told me,
'Michael, you'll never be good enough.'
and it always excited me. It reminded me of my mother.
On the last day of school she smiled,
her teeth jagged like a train wreck,
she didn't say a word,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
In high school I fell in love with a roadside bomb waiting to be detonated by a passing glance.
Every time she blew up,
she'd pick the pieces of herself off of bathroom floors
mixed with the medicine she never needed. She had
The Disappointment.
One day she caught me staring, smiled, walked over, and hugged me...
she smelled like a lonely night.
As she pulled away she looked me dead in the eyes and said,
'Don't worry about me boy. I don't hate my life, I just fell in love with stormy weather
and when my head clears up I put it back into the fog where it belongs.'
We made love to each others' broken promises
and I sang her to sleep when she got tired of chasing everything else."
At that point Michael turned to me and asked if it was all a dream
as if saying yes would make it any less real.
I nodded.
At that point he turned away, tied his arm up, and shot the blues directly into his veins.
He sang me to sleep that night. When I woke up
I looked over a section that he hadn't said aloud. It read:
I didn't address this to anyone because it was meant for everyone
and no one at all.
There is a time when it is neither day or night
It just is.
As we are. Forever. Everything
and nothing at all
Today, I believe him.
Yesterday I didn't
and tomorrow I probably won't either
but what I do know is that somewhere,
between Heaven and a hard place,
Michael is singing
and god is wishing he had a voice like that.
So here I am, carving forgive me
into my teeth, so every time that I speak
I can still say that I'm sorry.
More years have passed in the last than I care to remember
but I could never forget:
In eighth grade my chorus teacher always told me,
'Michael, you'll never be good enough.'
and it always excited me. It reminded me of my mother.
On the last day of school she smiled,
her teeth jagged like a train wreck,
she didn't say a word,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
In high school I fell in love with a roadside bomb waiting to be detonated by a passing glance.
Every time she blew up,
she'd pick the pieces of herself off of bathroom floors
mixed with the medicine she never needed. She had
The Disappointment.
One day she caught me staring, smiled, walked over, and hugged me...
she smelled like a lonely night.
As she pulled away she looked me dead in the eyes and said,
'Don't worry about me boy. I don't hate my life, I just fell in love with stormy weather
and when my head clears up I put it back into the fog where it belongs.'
We made love to each others' broken promises
and I sang her to sleep when she got tired of chasing everything else."
At that point Michael turned to me and asked if it was all a dream
as if saying yes would make it any less real.
I nodded.
At that point he turned away, tied his arm up, and shot the blues directly into his veins.
He sang me to sleep that night. When I woke up
I looked over a section that he hadn't said aloud. It read:
I didn't address this to anyone because it was meant for everyone
and no one at all.
There is a time when it is neither day or night
It just is.
As we are. Forever. Everything
and nothing at all
Today, I believe him.
Yesterday I didn't
and tomorrow I probably won't either
but what I do know is that somewhere,
between Heaven and a hard place,
Michael is singing
and god is wishing he had a voice like that.
Literature
for unseeing eyes
laden with sky
we stumbled
and painted mockingbirds
on loveless branches
folding in our slender limbs
and ducking under our own
voices, fidgety and frail
against the wall of night.
between the dipping blades
and drawn shoulders
we learned to craft our words
steady-soft,
a drumming rain
that carved canyons
in open hearts and
drew the sunshine to
our supping lips.
keen-eyed, we watched
remembering the weight
of unseeing eyes
and scalding remarks
and we learned to slip
the noose-knots and slide
through the soul-cracks
and somehow
build kingdoms under
upturned noses.
with lyrical uncertainty
and tender determinat
Literature
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I unbutton you, kiss by kiss.
I untie you, touch by touch.
I unzip you, rib by rib.
I unfasten you, moment by moment.
Literature
The Animal
(Howl into my ear;
give me your claws.
I want the animal in you;
in you I shall nest.)
Take your clothes off, take them off for me.
Let me see the scars and the marks,
those dark moles and faint sun spots.
I want to memorize the way your fur grows.
I want to tickle my cheeks with your goose bumps.
Let me count the bruises and the cuts.
I'll bless them with names;
I'll lick away the blood stains.
We can lie skin to skin for days.
I have enough kisses for your brows and lashes,
for nails, teeth and toes, for thighs and knees;
in your curves and dents I'll nuzzle my nose.
Let me see your skin dance.
Through and around; your
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You find a recording of this poem on the album "Unlearning to Live a Little," a spoken word album I recently recorded:
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This has to be the best piece of literature I have ever read (no offense *cough*).
I love this piece because it has this mysterious feeling to it. You don't quite understand it much as you read it the first few times, but then an idea sinks in, and this piece gets you thinking. I read this at least ten times, and I'm still thinking.
One thing I'm mulling about is the point of view. It's a little confusing to me, but that's what keeps me wanting to read on. I think that it is just great how you did that. Honestly though, it is a little confusing. But if I'm stupid, please tell me. I am young. ><
My favorite line:
'Don't worry about me boy. I don't hate my life, I just fell in love with stormy weather
and when my head clears up I put it back into the fog where it belongs.'
I am in love with this piece! Please write more, I encourage you to keep striving! ^_^