there are moments when driving past a familiar place, one that sparks the resting ashes in my soul
that causes memories to resurface and i feel overpowered
by a force of what i once was
....i'm hanging on by more than a thread
but i attribute this wretching pain in my gut to the urge to create a memory that is new
even one.
to fuel my existance.
....lighten my burden.
let the mother fucker burn.
....so sometimes i write things down on stuff and then find it later. then i put it here because i know i'll probably lose it again. or throw out the paper scraps in the trash. funny enough i know i wrote these both after smoking a cigarette on my parents front porch, which i have been condemned to since may. and will be leaving to return to pittsburgh when i am finished with my classes in december :-) i think they were written about a month apart...but...i never date things, really..
"chirping insects match twitching leaves. the wind whistles and headlights flicker and emerge. then pass...this is now your night. learn to love it."
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"i feel the mental anguish of a tiny water droplet, lying atop a gentle green leaf after a harsh night's rain.
i roared through the sky with fleeting passion amongst others so inclined, yet now i tremble alone in the breeze. not a tremble of fear...perhaps impatience, bursting with latent thought and energy, trapped by the presence of a seemingly uncontrollable force.
i can only hope for a confident wind or the bending of my stem to send me to the edge, plunging me down into the erotica of the unknown
....before i evaporate.
for now i cling....the proper moment will present itself and this is all a part of the plan."
that causes memories to resurface and i feel overpowered
by a force of what i once was
....i'm hanging on by more than a thread
but i attribute this wretching pain in my gut to the urge to create a memory that is new
even one.
to fuel my existance.
....lighten my burden.
let the mother fucker burn.
....so sometimes i write things down on stuff and then find it later. then i put it here because i know i'll probably lose it again. or throw out the paper scraps in the trash. funny enough i know i wrote these both after smoking a cigarette on my parents front porch, which i have been condemned to since may. and will be leaving to return to pittsburgh when i am finished with my classes in december :-) i think they were written about a month apart...but...i never date things, really..
"chirping insects match twitching leaves. the wind whistles and headlights flicker and emerge. then pass...this is now your night. learn to love it."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"i feel the mental anguish of a tiny water droplet, lying atop a gentle green leaf after a harsh night's rain.
i roared through the sky with fleeting passion amongst others so inclined, yet now i tremble alone in the breeze. not a tremble of fear...perhaps impatience, bursting with latent thought and energy, trapped by the presence of a seemingly uncontrollable force.
i can only hope for a confident wind or the bending of my stem to send me to the edge, plunging me down into the erotica of the unknown
....before i evaporate.
for now i cling....the proper moment will present itself and this is all a part of the plan."
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bedwelld:
That's deep shit! 
zepp101:
any idea on a catalyst for that new idea of yours?
