humor me, pisces. [an anthology of confessions] by greenstar2001, literature
Literature
humor me, pisces. [an anthology of confessions]
there's something so coherently disjointed in everything i think about you.
and i love you, i loved you, i will love you, i will have had loved you,
what other tenses have we been taught?
the tense of notoriety, the tense of anxiety;
i hate to say it, but i'm worried you caught the panic
from the lovebirds who are well aware that all they're doing
is hurling themselves at windows.
all the same, all the same,
i wish i could protect you
from the lurking things found in looking-glasses,
enchanted or otherwise.
their thoughts are all astral extremities, reaching
until the I becomes the We,
until the You becomes the Me,
i'm waiting for the day
all we want is redemption and to be alone
good songs and the sound of breaking bones
out of uniform time to let it go
no more structure
free thought and freedom of speech
river conversation and tears of peace
no big brother to keep me on a leash
look inside
i'm scared of what you'll find
dissect me and break my mind
open me up after all this time
ripped up lips
just something that i need to kiss
too loud in our confidence
hide your face and i know you'll miss
dance with me
something to set you free
theres more opportunity
you know i wish that we could leave
rise of the oh-one's
talk to me again;
we're at the bottom
of this food chain together,
sitting in dirt and talking shit.
we're the new salt on the earth
melting each other's ice blankets
and finding love we didn't want underneath.
While the art teacher flicked through a presentation, the little girl stared up at the row of cabinets on the wall of the dimly lit classroom. Whenever she was in this room, her eyes seemed to stray to them automatically; like the rest of the school, they were brand new, and had pieces of artwork sitting atop them at intervals. She always wondered where the art came from. Were they were done by students? If not, by whom?
Her attention was pulled back towards the front of the room as the lights were turned back on. The teacher passed out one sheet of paper to each student and explained the assignment: she would turn on music, and they