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I write to stay sane
this whole gaia journal thing seems pretty bizarre to me. it's almost like gaia is trying to be everything now (i.e. myspace, facebook, etc.) but whatever floats their boat is fine with me. so yeah from th subject you can pretty much tell i write to keep sane. nothing in particular. i like to call it poetry but it's pretty much me just screaming through words and silence. so er...yeah. enjoy?
The Birds
i am drowning in the form of words
and this city's spine is the only thing worth grasping
your thumbs press up against my lips
crackling and bleeding they whisper sweet nothings
as though stillness ceased to exist
and i am stuck in this war you created from peace
and i'm sinking with this heavy head of mine
your leaves begin to twinge and the dates are driving you mad
your faces and stencils have begun to reproduce
like the colors of birds and their eyes
and i'm dancing beneath rainbows of black and white
like you spun beneath the concrete bars
and darkness crawls the carpet by inches and miles
you call me insane and i call you absurd and this art you think you've created
has burned along with the sex in your fingertips
but yellow clouds have fallen and disintegrated in our hands
"lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind"
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