So I made a thing… and just so you know, I’m not (was never, will never be) a poet so pardon my mangled metaphors.
I wonder then what would happen
if we all suddenly saw the light
Will she scream as the thousand angels crash upon her hips
pushing her forward to the equivocal gates closing upon her fingertips?
Or will he punch and kick and wait and move forward
until he is let go by the prying eyes – pulverizing, critizing
his notebook of lovers that he left on the ground
searching from the millions of hes but no shes?
Never barked the dog as it collided with the dirt
of many other blood boilers and skin peelers
insecurity written across their lips
Yesterday screamed his touch
as you slowly glided towards his periphery
cold, calculating trailing your every footstep
Throw your bones off the ledge and never return
millions of us faux-mourning your immortality
– and maybe even rejoicing at the thought of sharpness peeling you away
– at the thought of white walls closing in on you
The lions roared claustrophobia as they closed the door.
There’s your salvation.
One of my ‘post-it poems/idontknows’ from my London-Notebook-Thing. I just thought of typing it here because I think it’s weird and my blog is weird so there.
Some lines are meant to mean something while some are just verbal diarrhea that looked totally out-of-place-but-whatever-i’ll-still-put-it-here.
And yes, I’m totally not studying for my European Law exams tomorrow. C’est la vie!
P.S.Edit: Totally realized that I typed London-Notebook-Thing instead of London-Bridge-Notebook but whatever you get the picture. Now time to procrastinate even more…