touching purple stonesA Poem by kitty blurjust a train of thought or two
i never learned how to crack a code
or crack open a gemstone i hardly learned how to drive a prius last summer and only passed my test because my horoscope promised Good Luck + Success one time in a different city, we got white sauce pizza at a shop that also sold a variety of bagels and that's where u taught me that tender feelings are not sold in a lil glass vial u didn't teach me much else except maybe how to fold a pizza slice in half so as to not lose any of its toppings in the mayhem we listened to modest mouse together which is essentially the same as splitting open a pomegranate and appreciating Life i mean just listen to that voice on repeat while u drive 85 mph+ on the back roads it gets to u, it gets to u, it's infectious i guess learning how to shoot a gun or heroin could be useful if i wanted to survive by force or w a vengeance but i'd rather float on and learn things by accident or on purpose u told me not to care this time, w fingers lingering in my hair so i drifted into the promises of neverafter by choice although maybe i should have been shoved in that direction sooner i don't blame u anymore, at least not as much, if that matters but i miss u out of habit or because i can't let dead things die without touching purple stones and attempting resurrection i know that i can't fix the future or my iphone 6 when i eventually throw it against the walls u built to keep me out but i guess i forgive myself reluctantly
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Added on May 31, 2016Last Updated on June 4, 2016 Tags: retrospection, memory, modest mouse, forgiveness Authorkitty blurCAAbouti could be a symphony or an angel or a blade of grass i don't like using punctuation because i feel like if my brain was it's own person with its own keyboard and its own agenda, it wouldn't worry .. more..Writing
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