--1--
Hyper sensitive finger tips,
delicate and soft and shaking,
run over the crumpled hard pages
of an old nostalgic book.
A book that could have been titled:
Should you read this?
A question that can only be answered
by staring through the dusty fog of what once were
seemingly meaningless memories.
--2--
The smell of freshly baked snicker-doodles
mixed in with the farm air of Ireland,
wafts into
my lungs.
my brain.
my soul.
Add a dusting of the clouds,
Covered in a thick sauce;
pink and purple and red.
And just for good measure;
throw in the pinch of your arms.
The way they felt in an embrace so warm
that your breath caused me to...
Fly.
--3--
But only in a book.
All of it.
The Cookies.
The Air.
The Sky.
You.
Your Arms.
Your Breath...
Only dried pen on a crumpled page.
In an over-rated book
that was selfishly
about ourselves.
--4--
Opinions are swayed.
Sometimes all to easily.
Like the bible,
that old book sits on my shelf,
yelling at me everyday:
READ ME!
READ ME!
READ ME!
One day
Maybe I will pick our book up.
I don't want to go to hell,
Not without reading your thoughts one last time.
--5--
A piercing weapon,
Memories are the deadliest of blades.
They are an opportunistic virus,
Slicing open what has already been wounded.
Slicing into
My lungs.
My brain.
My soul.
And out of the cuts
spill photographs and frozen laughter.
All of them from the past.
Never to happen again.
I am holding the book,
I am bleeding,
I feel sick.
--6--
Hyper sensitive finger tips
once again run over the crumpled hard pages
of an old nostalgic book.
How can the past
make me shake so violently?
--7--
Eat a saltine.
Try not to throw up.
Turn over the cover.
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"And out of the cuts
spill photographs and frozen laughter." i
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we start dying the day we're born. life is short so carpe diem...
[funny how 'nothing is perfect' sounds optimistic while 'everything is flawed' sounds pessimistic, for in truth they are the same thing]<-(c) me
amazing animat0rs:
:iconkite-ride
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~Ashworks
Art Is Serious Play
but dont worry!! camp is only three and a half months away! ...it will go by quickly. i hope. (Jr. CT really is one of your best summers ever.)
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don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
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we start dying the day we're born. life is short so carpe diem...
[funny how 'nothing is perfect' sounds optimistic while 'everything is flawed' sounds pessimistic, for in truth they are the same thing]<-(c) me
amazing animat0rs:
:iconkite-ride
--
~Ashworks
Art Is Serious Play
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"Truth is sharper then any two edged sword. Like such it cuts the careless."-J.R.P. We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another.
Luciano de Crescenzo
(ps, start thinking about pt project and 4th of july ideas now, youll need it. its also handy to bring some of your supplies to camp for your pt project. that way you dont have to scramble.)
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don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
--
~Ashworks
Art Is Serious Play
my only real problem here is from the fourth section:
READ ME!
READ ME!
READ ME!
but this is really only a personal preference. i'm none too fond of repeating lines. i think it would be ok, if only you hadn't put them in total caps. my eye really tripped over this area, but i didn't feel they were of such importance that i was intended to dwell on them. maybe i'm wrong?
the fifth section is my favorite by far:
Memories are the deadliest of blades.
They are an opportunistic virus,
Slicing open what has already been wounded.
i just love that, in part because it's so true. if your whole poem had been those 3 lines, i would still have made it a favorite. = ^.^ = and i have to comment that i love these lines as well, even though it's already been said:
And out of the cuts
spill photographs and frozen laughter.
i thought you had a very interesting word choice here:
And just for good measure;
throw in the pinch of your arms.
The way they felt in an embrace so warm
you call it a pinch, then an embrace. i like it; very contrasting. a few other favorite parts:
A book that could have been titled:
Should you read this?
and
Only dried pen on a crumpled page.
In an over-rated book
that was selfishly
about ourselves.
there are some really nice recurring elements in here. but at the same time they are subtle enough that they aren't overpowering or beaten into your head. it all ties together so nicely. so that seems to be all for my very long-winded
= ^.^ =
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