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The Eclectic Pen - Inertia

By: ericjasongastelum   + 52 more  
Date Submitted: 10/4/2008
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Words: 283
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pepperment and rain. the night approached, that petty dark. & i hid just behind my eyes. thinking of hooks, thinking about melodies. making songs 'cause it's what i love. making mistakes 'cause i'm told i need them. [such proprietary selfishness for my thoughts] my mind is trapped in the past, under a soft voice she was looking for that one reason to leave. i gave it to her and that was all she would need to be set free. words float through the fibers of a world that should not technically reside in our lives. i read words on a glowing screen, someone is trying to hurt me more than i already do inside. she's in someone else's bed, making a mistake i never would have bled to ever try. she can't be alone, it's deep-seated in her eyes, not susceptible to superficial examination, or treatment. it's beneath the surface, he'll see it when she acts too strong one too many times. i sit here writing words down on sheets of paper. my mouth is tired of speaking and my head is forgetting crucial features. my eyes are not tired and they do not wander. where once a year ago i would have broke away just to glance at the legs of a woman with her knee high dress, i now glance at the fabric and wonder who makes that cloth. I dig deeper and wonder, "if cotton can be crafted and made so well why can't i?" quandaries are plenty like milk and sapphire. mankind is a manipulated variable, in my eyes, like wind or carnal needs. static on a dirt and water globe. softly gathered on a sphere; just beneath, where HE sleeps. with all regards to technique: i hope this world is more then my simple tunnel-vision life.

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