opposites attract like white on black but sometimes the division reveals two hearts that slack
its a matter of fact, our feelings match but you gotta hold your own and thats where its at
positive contact!
energies enormous we bounce back
and so is the story of how the left shook hands with the right
held on tight to assure that they just might unveil the curtain and see the light
but heads continue to bounce and egos fight till death
mouths run off just to get the last breath
respect my space and ill respect yours
or one of us might end up closing the door
external pressures make this new venture challenge to self, a true mind bender
but theres beauty within the struggle, see it with all its splendor.
as time passes my interest dwindles, docility too dull and simple
we are young, vibrant lets explore the possibilities
and not get too caught up within trivialities
im tired of running around in circles.
About Me
- Anonymous Mongolian
- I sometimes do things i feel, sometimes refrain from doing things i dont, sometimes i dont know
1 comment:
you are fucking amazing.
lukas has this book he self published, i dunno if you ever saw it but i've had it for a time. anyways theres this one 4 page poem he wrote from the perspective of someone within their IV tube, post-ambulance stretcher, post airbag that never deployed. and i just opened up to it randomly, i havent read the whole thing yet. he speaks in fragmented, vocabulary-rich stanzas of the hallucinations the narrator has between the dismantled body, and the mind wavering in and out of realm consciousnesses. i just read it out loud to 3 homies before they left. and doing so made me realize JUST how much lukas moves me by writing. i feel shifted, my heart is buzzing and my brain is freshly toasty from that doobie i smoked so long ago. how? words? so distant and minimal, so linear and malleable in feeling... how can they creep inside you like that?
so i decide to go on the computer, and instantly i'm like "yo i should write about lukas and how much he just moves me" but instead i see a new post from dis one. and the exact same thing happens again, through serendipity but of course, that is still choice. so now i'm here, writing yes, but instead to you about you. hm. swayed ten degrees and layed truthfully grazing grass that splits endlessly, fractals benevolently, the singularity, pulsing steadily.
anyways yeah. same fuckin thing. you have such extraordinary syllabilsm and a dynamic memory which stores amazing auditory information. but less contemplation, i'll end this without hesitation and say i'm grateful for your creation(s)
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