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For a Gasp of Air
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I cannot sleep, for whispers echo in my mind.
echo
echo
I cannot laugh, for smiling without you is scandalous
(-but I chuckle discreetly nonethless.)
I cannot blush flirtatiously, for those loving compliments
cease to flow fluidly,
for those minute obsessions blow to dust with the wind.
I cannot move on,
for I need to sue the seasons or the autumn
leaves for their over-shy discreetness,
(come along fall! blush vividly upon me!)
and I need to stop
time for a moment to cherish the yellow-earth hues.
I cannot demand for more, in fear of being categorized greedy,
but selfish wishes of "better-be's"; armies invading
my foreign mind.
I cannot talk like them, for I despise their minds: walls
narrow
breathing upon me,
but for unpolitically correctness; I want not to upset.
And I sigh my despair
for not enough time and too much to do, when I need
to spare a moment for contemplation and nothings,
for the faces in the bottom of my tea-cup.
For not being happy, nor sad; but content. For wishing
for exhiliration; or for wanting it all.
Yet
there is far too much sky to hide from, but enough blue to get
lost in
for pink streaks of aeroplane dust-clouds;
for fleeting stares that make me smile.
For realizing that these words are necessary,
for improving and healing.
For a gasp of air, and for going to bed too late.
echo
echo
I cannot laugh, for smiling without you is scandalous
(-but I chuckle discreetly nonethless.)
I cannot blush flirtatiously, for those loving compliments
cease to flow fluidly,
for those minute obsessions blow to dust with the wind.
I cannot move on,
for I need to sue the seasons or the autumn
leaves for their over-shy discreetness,
(come along fall! blush vividly upon me!)
and I need to stop
time for a moment to cherish the yellow-earth hues.
I cannot demand for more, in fear of being categorized greedy,
but selfish wishes of "better-be's"; armies invading
my foreign mind.
I cannot talk like them, for I despise their minds: walls
narrow
breathing upon me,
but for unpolitically correctness; I want not to upset.
And I sigh my despair
for not enough time and too much to do, when I need
to spare a moment for contemplation and nothings,
for the faces in the bottom of my tea-cup.
For not being happy, nor sad; but content. For wishing
for exhiliration; or for wanting it all.
Yet
there is far too much sky to hide from, but enough blue to get
lost in
for pink streaks of aeroplane dust-clouds;
for fleeting stares that make me smile.
For realizing that these words are necessary,
for improving and healing.
For a gasp of air, and for going to bed too late.
autumn.
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Awesome(ness).
Sorry. Been busy for quite a bit. Keep up the wonderful.. Smile!
Sorry. Been busy for quite a bit. Keep up the wonderful.. Smile!