The Arcs Between Us

The Arcs Between Us

A Poem by Chloe

Do you remember
when your square jaw
was In juxtaposition
to mine?
-- When homicide was never a crime
that jesus would commit?

I sparked the match
and inhaled the day
I swore I forgot.
I speak in hallucinations
You speak through the haze.
And since I sleep-walked
through your brain,
I feel the loss of control
taking over.

The sun permeates
through my scalp
and I hope you come and visit
my poor brain.

I hope you decide to walk
and sleep
together within
my clouded head.

And when you want to leave,
slide down my disorganized spine.
Trace the lines of where forever was charted.
I know it's just another lie,
told to entertain our thoughts
Till the snow comes again next winter.

She says everyone dies for a reason.
She says we've all
gotta experience the blues.
Remind me again:
why we are
only human?

Why do we have to sober up
when the party is finished?
Why do we have to slow down at the stop sign?
What happens
when our nerve endings in our fingertips
cant find their way to the brain fast enough?

Our actions on impulse
force the song to skip.
The light has been green
for over an hour.
And the chorus repeats
repeats
repeats
repeats.


Why were we meant to flinch?

© 2009 Chloe


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Great job, such a strange but well written piece. I love this line
" And when you want to leave,
slide down my disorganized spine."

What good picture you painted...Really great job!!


Posted 15 Years Ago


I absolutely love this.
I'm note sure what to say,
but it strikes exact points that we all wonder at one time or another.
Excellent write!!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on January 13, 2009

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so tired of indoors. laugh a little. chapstick, explore, question everything. dont call me i wont pick up. everyones got their own lifestyle, let them live it. write a lot, photograph a lot. more..

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