trails.

just a late night writing...i was kind of catching up with myself lately. talking about the loves in my life and other updates.

i'll keep working on this road of rail

under paid

my head impaled

with things not allowed to think about

i lay face down

marks dented into my face

thinking 7 months isn't very long

to completely change my pace

but it has.

categorizing each date

until everything correlates

lines up neatly in a row

and by then three more months have gone by

and i'm standing here lost

but the map says i am here

and would it still say that

if i were not in this perimeter?

i said i was going to meditate

but instead i'm trying

to escape my fate

but instead

i ended up laying face down on the floor

creating dents in my face

and not letting any energy release from my fingertips

instead

i ended up reading relics

and relishing the past

75 years later looking back

on our rusty romance.

but that's not important now,

just another thought i've taught myself not to allow

and everything keeps moving

forward 

onward

upward

choose your ward.

use your word as justification

it's been a long time

since salt has escaped 

my face

it was a big knot

loosened

it was a hammer hitting the string 

creating a noise

reverberating 

inside the hollow wood

and that is what caused

the stirring of the dust

all these sayings i made up

all these things that stuck

this is what hurts

a joke is a joke is a stabbing in my throat.

a joke is a joke is a reminder.

a joke is a half truth spoken

through chipped teeth.

so many you's with a vague application

so many elations with which i depart.

sleep deprived, my sheep are running out.

and another vague you

is slowly creeping into 

the fence which the sheep do leap over.

and i am already falling 

not asleep

more permanent

not death

an infinity of finites

locked in close quarters 

my body drawn from the cells of the earth

and quartered.

this sordid visual

that doesn't do anything for me anymore

the only thing i have achieved

is laying face down on the floor

creating dented trails on my face

Author's Note

the beginning is a little weak, but i feel it picks up toward the end.

Reviews

[Sarah]

I think the entire piece is really strong! I love the use of repetition and the unique way that everything is worded. I love the line "just another thought i've taught myself not to allow" Very creative, great job! :)