For You: To Understand by shebelievesnotfully, literature
Literature
For You: To Understand
This is eroticism at a distance, described
in a way in which words are not applicable,
yet a necessity.
You are a show; a way to be judged and validated. This is the absolution of your existence.
Now for the You, You part:
Delete words. Move.
Delete information and education. Knowledge, from now on, shall be sought only through
Touch.
The corners and bulbous of my body are now your science lesson.
My eyes are the primitive wisdom which I carry, no text book.
You will learn without dictation and the questions that ordinarily follow.
This will be you and I, together
from a distance.
you drop me off
at the house on the couch,
leave.
i coil up like an albino snake,
selecting negligence of sun,
love.
in the hours of
nighttime disillusionment frustration, my skin becomes
transparent so
see the brown suede under behind around my boneless
body.
i consider if i don't mind being alone
Are you alright on your
own?
Did you know that this is what death will be for you?
Left with your black of regret and guilt and holed up; no pleasant interruptions...
Those
two boys you twisted and fucked, fending for
you and fucking them up. Me me me. They'll come back.
Can you leave your house without your
two-tones bronze or your heeled deception of pretense?
Do you know what beauty is?
Are you aware of yourself?
Each minute movement of self captivates mind,
manipulates words, monopolizes thought. Did you know your concious can't escape conciousness no matter the
drug eyeliner.
Do you m
I'll continue to roam in my constant state of solemnity and my everyday impediments will go on seeming, being insurmountable and I'm not really sure if I'm crazy or typical. It's the fucking flourescents. I swear they make the world surreal and maybe you've never seen me smile. Maybe there's a reason for it and I'm leaning towards typical. I wonder if cavemen ever slept in. Whichever whatways were supposed to be, did they be just because they were supposed to? I wonder if the program made the cavemen awake at sunrise consistantly. Nights of catastrophic consonants and vocabulary violence make my world worth being in. It's what I have to look
It's not happening to you, I thought. It's happening to your flesh...
But I knew she'd never understand.
That got me through my toughest times, though.
It's an out of body experience. Life, I mean.
Looking over yourself and your
interactive over-acted reactions to relationships.
We're just actors in the meantime, anyway.
It isn't like me, I thought. But it's just like you
To never get it.
To aggress; project progress but secretly neglect it.
To obsess and distress.
To avoid repression of feelings that nobody wants to hear about;
that nobody else can speak about or turn around.
To rub those feelings in everybody's face; To say
speak
; seriousness-less-ly
side-step the script to say
selfishly only what I
feel
. they bark to experience What
only can be told through Words,
obeying stealers who Warrant (-?)
life
, and I want to emote ease-fully
or to not emote at all.
descriptions are too long
-anyway,
wont adjectives won't adduce
illogical beingness
and I want to speak with reason or to not speak at all.
I'll continue to roam in my constant state of solemnity and my everyday impediments will go on seeming, being insurmountable and I'm not really sure if I'm crazy or typical. It's the fucking flourescents. I swear they make the world surreal and maybe you've never seen me smile. Maybe there's a reason for it and I'm leaning towards typical.
I ask, Are you happy?
She says, Yes, but I've been stressed.
She asks, Are you?
I say, today.
She says, Good answer.
I agree.
I'll continue to roam in my constant state of solemnity and my everyday impediments will go on seeming, being insurmountable and I'm not really sure if I'm crazy or typical. It's the fucking flourescents. I swear they make the world surreal and maybe you've never seen me smile. Maybe there's a reason for it and I'm leaning towards typical.
Sun touching
thighs, knees-
pillow that lay over them-
arms and fingers over pillow-
cigarette between fingers;
Sun casting shadows indifferent to the idea
they'd been expected to reciprocate the shapes of my
forearms and fingernails in uniform norm ice gray.
I notice trillions of crab legs washed up shore
and wonder:
What makes crabs so susceptible to getting beached?
What makes somebody so susceptible to getting hurt?
she
sold her
soul for
stereotypical sentiment
that
she had
sought to
experience since the day
she could
first sing.
was it worth it?
she doesn't think so.
She got nothing. by shebelievesnotfully, literature
Literature
She got nothing.
she
sold her soul for
stereotypical sentiment
that she had
sought
to experience
since the day
she could
first sing.
she
sold her soul for
a suitable suitor to save her;
she could not
save herself.
she
sold her soul for
sufficiency, to evade satire;
to be satisfactory;
to be satisfied.
she
sold her soul for
something, she did not know.
she
sold her soul and got
every aesthetical appeasement.
she
sold her soul and still
was not pleased.
she
sold her soul to
lose her soul.
she
sold her soul and got
no meaning in return.
was it worth it?
she doesn't think so.
why am i here?
this all-too-real shit gets me down.
so:
at noon
i realized i withhold no power to stop the earth from spinning.
and the clouds--
they were moving too fast.
each hair on my body became attentive.
every hitherto inaudible resonance warped to ear-shot.
fuck what i was seeing now;
every thought (previously hoarded in that
prison abyss of a back-of-my-mind) came raging
forward,
fighting
for concentration...
battle
battle
soundsnoisethoughtsoundsnoisememorysoundsnoisesnapshotsoundsnoiseyou
battle.
the champion?
it is so simple to stop breathing.
now
now now
no
w ow
how?
now's when?
now?
no
now?
no
now?
yes.
now is measure
ment
now is feather
dance
in wind, playing
around, evading
the point...
if ever there was one.
now there is a
we fucked in the ruins of the bed we collapsed
it was as beautiful as it could ever have been,
had it been with someone you actually loved
(but it wasn't)
i could cry my eyes right out of my head
any minute of any day
but i don't
i could drive myself to insanity
just out of sheer curiosity
but i won't
eyes empty. thought
unknown. you were not
there. you were not you you were not
you.
there you were, unknown.
your eyes empty, your mind unreadable, your body
stanced
strongly in front of
me, but you were some place
else.
some place you were once before but before me.
some place happy but ended badly,
and now i can't look at you without
thinking of how you wish you were still
there.
i convince myself sometimes that you don't even look at
those train
tickets to
your past that
i found in your box of
"memories."
and i work myself around you
to be a memory that will never leave your
fragile, obsessive mind
once i'm gone.
Sun touching
thighs, knees-
pillow that lay over them-
arms and fingers over pillow-
cigarette between fingers;
Sun casting shadows indifferent to the idea
they'd been expected to reciprocate the shapes of my
forearms and fingernails in uniform norm ice gray.
I notice trillions of crab legs washed up shore
and wonder:
What makes crabs so susceptible to getting beached?
What makes somebody so susceptible to getting hurt?
I'll continue to roam in my constant state of solemnity and my everyday impediments will go on seeming, being insurmountable and I'm not really sure if I'm crazy or typical. It's the fucking flourescents. I swear they make the world surreal and maybe you've never seen me smile. Maybe there's a reason for it and I'm leaning towards typical.
I'll continue to roam in my constant state of solemnity and my everyday impediments will go on seeming, being insurmountable and I'm not really sure if I'm crazy or typical. It's the fucking flourescents. I swear they make the world surreal and maybe you've never seen me smile. Maybe there's a reason for it and I'm leaning towards typical.
I ask, Are you happy?
She says, Yes, but I've been stressed.
She asks, Are you?
I say, today.
She says, Good answer.
I agree.
speak
; seriousness-less-ly
side-step the script to say
selfishly only what I
feel
. they bark to experience What
only can be told through Words,
obeying stealers who Warrant (-?)
life
, and I want to emote ease-fully
or to not emote at all.
descriptions are too long
-anyway,
wont adjectives won't adduce
illogical beingness
and I want to speak with reason or to not speak at all.