Every stage in your life is composed of your "big day" to serve as a rite of passage to move onto the next phase. The sharks and the thieves got me bent in the wrong way, but I'm finally seeing straight.
Graduation.
What will life ever mean to me once I'm let loose of the nest? Got birds ringing my ears like telephone lines that connect through all of us sending one deep message: it's over. Time passes by and we're slowly rising up to meet up the delicate women of destiny. I got smoke coming down my chest, my tired heart beating on looking on. "Life is what happens when you're busy doing other plans" Time slithered down my throat and spilt my guts onto the floor. I can't begin to describe the decomposition that my body is suffering. My hands shake, my voice cracks, my throat dries up, and ultimately, my heart weighs me down. Rush on through, break the mainframe. Baby girl got my head locked up in chains. Blue bird sinking into the sun. You're on my head like the tassel on the date of the end. 'Till everything tears us apart.
Break even and set off. Firework eyes crying away the remaining love. We were the last legacy to be left off in this deadbeat town. I can't promise to make any sense but to you and me and everyone involved. Overblown. Cryoplasty to my brain. Mr. Freeze lost his head. Signing up for a lease that will never cease. Fuck, I can't make words make sense any more than they do now that it's the end. The fear never matched up to this. Medication is all I need. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop(pa) loves me more than the new wave underground. "Wake up Mr. West" careful, don't awaken the rest. Thirty minutes to rest before the ceremony begins to end. Living life to the fullest, at least 'till the end. (I can) see the finish line. Nothing else matters but the rest.
Give and take and give and take and give. Never owning more than what it is. No words can begin and no silence and end. The limbo of the pain. Never asleep and never awake, my head is my own bed. My pen lost it's mind again. Cease and resist and built upon the achievements that we have missed. We're only the change. (Sarcasm needs it's own font in the web) Bled love and cried ink, stained my whole bed. It's a library of words and shapes, but now nothing else will ever matter the same. Fingertip strife. What key to type?
I'll be sleeping in a foreign bed for the rest of my life.
Xenthic.
No one understands us better than us.
"I guess this is my dissertation, homie this shit is basic. Welcome to graduation."
Good morning.
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"Every stage in your life is composed of your "big day" to serve as a rite of passage to move onto the next phase."
ReplyDeleteAt every point in my life I wait for the next biggest thing to happen to me that will make me feel like I've done something with myself, and each time I pass a new boundary, another pops up and I feel like I'm in the same place I started. At the bottom without anything accomplished or under my belt. (Right now my "rite of passage" is driving and today I went driving and full on crashed into a tree. After that I don't feel like I'm going to gain this ever...)
Sometimes I feel like my head is my own bed, too.
Your thoughts and the way you put all these ideas together into a piece of writing both interests and amazes me. Your writing is different and refreshing and just plain enjoyable to read.
everything is always the next biggest thing. "the past is only the future with the lights on" clichéd, but true. we're always facing obstacles and overcoming them. it's what makes us human. biwiinning under all standards. tiger blood. i guess charlie sheen had something right.
ReplyDeleteyour compliments and praises amaze me in an equal, if not even greater, way. thank you so much. i can't begin to describe how good it feels.