There’s something to be said …
I think I thought you heard me …
Do we never learn?
Are you still afraid of heights?
Or has it spun, is it your turn?
You never saw it coming right?
Cuz we’re falling …
And I thought I heard you singing
Weaving tapestry tapes and sound.
How did it go again?
Unbound.
(2013) – Do you still have our song?
Tag: release
Ink Me Down (Repost)
Repost from Feb of this year (Feb 2018).
I haven’t been writing/interacting as much as usual lately because I’m extremely drained from stress, illness … just life in general.
Ink Me Down
Sink me into paper
Until ink bleeds
Over your cold fingers.
Go ahead,
Ink me down;
Down into the ground.
Grind memories into nothing
With razor blade stones.
Release me with every breath.
Let every sound have a bite.
Scream the words
Over glazed eyes and tear stained faces.
Go ahead,
Ink me down.
Your best tragedy,
Your personal comedy.
Chase Them Away
It’s Sunday, I’m still working out a good opening here.
Prompt – Congregate
Music – Pink Floyd – Meddle
*Started writing, forgot to start timer, delete, start timer*
Congregate
Congregation.
I don’t go to church.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise.
When I was 15 my parents moved from a city area to a much more rural area.
I went from a performing arts high school to an agricultural one
I didn’t even know that was a thing …
One day I was on the bus
I took my headphones out at the request of a boy who was wearing a fish hook on his hat and had a clump of dip in his lip
I can’t remember what he asked but the subject turned to religion
To which I responded “I don’t know, I’m not Christian, I don’t go to church.”
At the time, if I had to put a name to some idea of religious practices, then I’d say I was Pagan.
Poor guy was floored.
“I thought you were a good Christian girl!”
I congregate in a different way.
I go to concerts.
One time I went because I thought maybe the music would be loud enough to drown the bullshit in my head.
Now I can’t always understand what you’re saying in normal settings and I go to shows to drown myself under the sound.
Let it wash over me and take away all the self hate that can settle in my mind.
This morning I woke up and something just hit me, straight to my core.
I found myself thinking in terms of self hate, “pathetic piece of …”
I push those things away and congregate in big, or sometimes not big, raucous, sometimes not raucous, groups
To let loud melodies chase them away.
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Release Me
WordPress Daily Prompt – Release
Bring me up,
Drop me low,
Release me like
A coiling yo-yo.
Emotions like a rag doll
Dead acrylic eyes
And stuffing everywhere.
Scarecrow hair
With patchwork overalls
Ripping and swaying in the wind.
Bring me round,
Wind me tight,
Release me like
A chaotic top.
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