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*note: this may have been the first time I came up with the poem without looking at the picture immediately before or while writing it.... I was supposed to be trying to sleep and the thoughts just hit me and I made myself write it down instead of letting them be lost in my brain.
because then they'd be gone from the concrete world forever.
This is exactly how it was written out on my iPhone.. 11:21 pm June 13, 2014 and exactly how it is laid out, by whatever chance, in my "Notes" app (fixed just a couple typos).
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Tonight
I really don't want to fall asleep
Hugging my pillow
Nothing is good for that kind of thing
That kind of hugging thing
It's like a broken record the tape
slung out the voices eternally set to
a shriek
It dulled my head
And I think
I know I pushed it
Kept pushing it
Saying it was beautiful music
And now I am here
After each push the tap lasts for a
little longer
The recording still holds its face
together for a couple more months
And what if this is the final tear
And I've finally ripped the present
Torn the music apart
It's gone
-June 13, 2014. 11: 21 pm.
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I wonder how many great poems and works are lost to the 'hell, where's my pen?' moment? This sounds like regret, wishing 'if only I had/hadn't'... life can eat you up that way. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteAnd, yes, it used to really bother me when I forgot what I was planning to write down because I couldn't find something to write with. Since then, I've kind of decided that whatever is "forgotten" or absorbed away from everything that I remember just makes my brain a lot more interesting, so maybe it won't eat me up too much anymore.