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Literature Text
The horror in large crowds
lies in its mass anonymity.
You endure the cold,
the fluttering of hands & feet behind you,
the brushes on your coat—
the apologies.
You are an adult.
The body heat & mob breathing—
all of it like a symphony
of collected life—
shouldn't bother you.
You shouldn't fear the sapling
pushed next to you—
his small bones
& proud winter coat
shouldn't evoke a feeling
of being drowned.
As you see an ocean of bodies
forcing themselves towards you,
all faceless & walking in unison,
you shouldn't feel like running—
dashing into an alley
& hiding like they're a thunderstorm.
But you do—
you panic & raise your voice
to the height of a small child—
you force through the crowd
gripping a hood
like it's your mother's hand.
You stop breathing—
that malignant air of togetherness
& collective joy—
until you break off into a small square
& fumble for a cigarette
to calm the idiocy inside you—
that wish to be alone
& away from all the noisy chatter,
safe inside a panorama
where everything is dead & stuffed
except you.
Where the silences wraps around you
like a security blanket
& you can be safe,
alone with the dead—
the company you're best around.
lies in its mass anonymity.
You endure the cold,
the fluttering of hands & feet behind you,
the brushes on your coat—
the apologies.
You are an adult.
The body heat & mob breathing—
all of it like a symphony
of collected life—
shouldn't bother you.
You shouldn't fear the sapling
pushed next to you—
his small bones
& proud winter coat
shouldn't evoke a feeling
of being drowned.
As you see an ocean of bodies
forcing themselves towards you,
all faceless & walking in unison,
you shouldn't feel like running—
dashing into an alley
& hiding like they're a thunderstorm.
But you do—
you panic & raise your voice
to the height of a small child—
you force through the crowd
gripping a hood
like it's your mother's hand.
You stop breathing—
that malignant air of togetherness
& collective joy—
until you break off into a small square
& fumble for a cigarette
to calm the idiocy inside you—
that wish to be alone
& away from all the noisy chatter,
safe inside a panorama
where everything is dead & stuffed
except you.
Where the silences wraps around you
like a security blanket
& you can be safe,
alone with the dead—
the company you're best around.
Literature
Triscuits
Jenna comes into the room with a packet of triscuits
And offers me some.
They are salted. I don't like salted foods;
They're too much like the ocean.
Jenna, skintight leggings,
Comes into the room with a packet of trisctuits.
They make an odd noise as they're chewed,
Like the grunts of a broken bone.
Jenna used to sail the seas but now
She can just open a packet of triscuits and tell me
How much she loves the prairie wind.
'Cause it's endless like that, 'cause it's yellow like that.
She looks at me with a mouth fulla triscuits and she dares say
That the house is too empty.
It's got walls and a floor and you're saying that you wa
Literature
The First Heat of Summer
Atoms stroke each other in the epidermis
Vitamin D on Golden rays
Salt and nectar winds
Thrown off the sullen blankets of winter
Plastic rubbing between your toes
Coarse sand and pink sunsets
The breath taken out of your lungs by the icy water
Atoms stroke each other in the epidermis
You learn to love yourself again
Literature
No Symmetry
He's the lone wolf in the woods,
She's the graceful doe in the grasslands.
He's the lost boy in the cities,
She's the sweet girl in the parties.
Yet the butterflies stringed them together,
While their gaze locked their eyes.
Yet he saw something that wasn't right,
While she thought she knew that was time.
Two stars met at the same time,
Although only one shone bright.
Two worlds met at the same time,
Although only one portal was seen in sight.
The wrong key to the wrong lock,
"The hand finally struck 12", she smiled.
The wrong half to the wrong heart.
"I'm a zombie and she's a human", he cried.
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i'd like to live in a museum.
i can't even go grocery shopping.
it's an issue.
i can't even go grocery shopping.
it's an issue.
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=[ I would go shopping with you *nods*
But I agree that I'd love to live in a museum, quiet is nice.
And this worded quite wonderfully
But I agree that I'd love to live in a museum, quiet is nice.
And this worded quite wonderfully