Straight praise
Is the climate
For perforating
Bells. I
Am sitting
On the wheel
Of ideal, ringing
Base until
Place
Is
The chiming
Of swelling
Chest, released. At
Best I've
Clogged my
Ears with
Summer, at least
I've brought the beast
A slumber, a number
Of clappers like
My soul has
Legs, a sleep
Until
The ringing
Begs
No
Answer and
The parallel
Belly
Is
A growling
In my
Ear...
(Marvelous
Joy is
A cherub
Rubbing
A doorknob.
Marvelous
Joy is
A note from
The nipple of
A
Tree. Me?
I'm a question
For the watermills'
Thighs. Eyes
Gone dry
In the muscled
Stream...)
Is the climate
For perforating
Bells. I
Am sitting
On the wheel
Of ideal, ringing
Base until
Place
Is
The chiming
Of swelling
Chest, released. At
Best I've
Clogged my
Ears with
Summer, at least
I've brought the beast
A slumber, a number
Of clappers like
My soul has
Legs, a sleep
Until
The ringing
Begs
No
Answer and
The parallel
Belly
Is
A growling
In my
Ear...
(Marvelous
Joy is
A cherub
Rubbing
A doorknob.
Marvelous
Joy is
A note from
The nipple of
A
Tree. Me?
I'm a question
For the watermills'
Thighs. Eyes
Gone dry
In the muscled
Stream...)
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they were both geniuses but she was also pretty fucken insanely depressed, so that would be a big reason why it didn't work out with them. I mean i'd cheat on her too, if she was accusing me of it for so long when i wasn't doing it, and always being angry, high strung, and depressed.
Please watch that movie, it was intense. Talking about it again makes me want to run to the video store and buy it!
I used to write alot (in the summer, when i was alone with my thoughts most of the time) but now my thoughts are racing with biology, psychology, and everything else i'm learning in school (unfortunately not poetry this year). I love it all, but it'd be an understatement to say it keeps me busy.
Plus I always get so angry when i write, only because "the word, defining; muzzles," it's a love-HATE relationship.
the movie is called "sylvia"
goin to sleep now. sweet dreams