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In the Loop
Not feeling
the pulse
of another person
for ten years
can wear a hole
in your skin
like a wine bottle cork
stuck in the throat
as you choke
on the thought
that this
may have been
your last sip
and the entire dance
is over,
only the next morning
you wake up
and start the dream
all over again,
and every day
is a blank canvas
that steals your breath.
runningturtle87
the pulse
of another person
for ten years
can wear a hole
in your skin
like a wine bottle cork
stuck in the throat
as you choke
on the thought
that this
may have been
your last sip
and the entire dance
is over,
only the next morning
you wake up
and start the dream
all over again,
and every day
is a blank canvas
that steals your breath.
runningturtle87
Published 11th Aug 2012
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11th Aug 2012 4:56am
Fucking hell that's amazing. Read in one helpless, deserted, breath, it's just magic.
There is such pain and lackluster hopelessness here. But it's pieced together in a deliberate frenzy, right? So that that panicked 'is this really fucking it, all there is' bleeds through a tiny bit through the mundanity of it all.
I think this is amazing.
There is such pain and lackluster hopelessness here. But it's pieced together in a deliberate frenzy, right? So that that panicked 'is this really fucking it, all there is' bleeds through a tiny bit through the mundanity of it all.
I think this is amazing.
11th Aug 2012 12:01pm
Thanks, Betty......Lemons, lemonade....Fucking lemons, fucking lemonade.....
11th Aug 2012 1:01pm
"as you choke
on the thought
that this
may have been
your last sip
and the entire dance
is over,
only the next morning
you wake up
and start the dream
all over again,
and every day
is a blank canvas
that steals your breath."
Despair at night, the fragile hope of morning. Oh do I feel it in those dark corners of my mind where doubt hides in shadow. This one goes to my reading list!
on the thought
that this
may have been
your last sip
and the entire dance
is over,
only the next morning
you wake up
and start the dream
all over again,
and every day
is a blank canvas
that steals your breath."
Despair at night, the fragile hope of morning. Oh do I feel it in those dark corners of my mind where doubt hides in shadow. This one goes to my reading list!
11th Aug 2012 1:17pm
Owning it and having buyer's remorse is not a workable combination when it's your life.....just being right there is the only real answer....thanks, LeColonel.
Anonymous
11th Aug 2012 2:06pm
You write about a subject that no one really wants to write about. That takes a lot of courage. We change completely throughout our lives.....I am testament to that...and so do other people. So when paired up at 22 is not the same combination as the years go by...You may indeed still love or care for that person very much.....but it can be two people who like each other sharing a dorm room.
Thank you for sharing
Peace
Kitty
Thank you for sharing
Peace
Kitty
11th Aug 2012 2:16pm
And too, Kitty, desperation for nostalgia is a menace to peace of mind....for me, honoring the barking dogs that keep me awake is the only way to travel on with awareness. Being vulnerable is an aspect of living that challenges us to be authentic and honest....way beyond our capacity to endure scrutiny......And everyone is a fucking expert and knows just what you should do.....So, to exploit your own suffering is so cliché and cowardly, and this leaves being open subject to self-abandonment! Toss it over a cliff!!! And write about the journey down.
