process of elimination

some of us just

become

 

some of us do

not get

to decide

   or taste the velvet of         

   conscious decision

 

traveled tracks are well

worn

weary and full of

lives tried on and

discarded

weight lost

   sizes dropped

and the clothes no

longer fit never

filled full

never hanging just

right

 

we found

everything

when we lost all

we never

held

we grew thirsty

  when our mouths grew

  tired

and our souls were satiatied

    only after the rooms were

    emptied

dust left to stand stark

and remind

 

we cleared out all

that never belonged

only knowing what

   would fit

   because it never

did

Reviews

[Tennessee]

Ok kid, you touched bases with a lot of different things in life and I commend you for that. Honestly I read this with a stutter and that made me laugh.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This reminds me of life in a way...I am reminded of a line from a song "you marry a role and you give up your soul til you break down". I often find myself looking around and wondering why things don't seem to "fit" like they should... or like they used to. We taste pleasure, sip happiness, only to have it taken away. Bittersweet write in a lot of ways. Technically, the tempo was a little off for me in this one, flow wise, but conceptually a winner.

[ChemicalMadness]

Thanks, GF. Funny you bring up the idea of "fit"...i was playing with breaks i normally wouldn't choose and it just sort of felt right - not to fit, not to have the tempo/pace falling as expected...i'll have to roll this one around in my head a bit more to see how it would feel arranged differently......appreciate the feedback.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes all the selves we try to be just never quite fit, or suit us...

it is the us that accidentally happens...that is the true us...hopefully we can find that someday and be comfortable in our own skin. "our souls were satiated/ only after the rooms were/ emptied"

love that.

[ChemicalMadness]

Thank you Jacob.