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Israel Kamakawiwo’ole - Over the Rainbow
Poetry is the reason I close my eyes. It is the reason I cried last night, and the night before.
I don’t know what beauty is, or how to define love because of poetry.
I’m unsure of where I’m going; who I’m going with.
My brain stems legs; my heart dehydrates; poetry ensues.
Poetry is where my emotions hide when I search for them- it is always the last spot I look.
My senses echo in silence upon waves of poetry. My logic drowns itself.
Poetry is a sigh followed by, “I don’t know.”
Poetry is the reason I close my eyes.
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Bon Iver - Re: Stacks
Guest
She wanted to march with a stringed quartet.
Her head was telling her to go, her heart too quiet to speak up. She ran away.
She wished she had a laboratory where she could measure all of the benefits. Some feelings she couldn’t sample though, they weren’t gas, or solid, or liquid, or colloid. She gave up.
Pain was her only teacher. It kept her up to study at night, it never departed until she learned her lesson. She became numb.
The new moon rose every day, but she never introduced herself. She never made a good impression, never knew what to say. She sat quietly.
I pumped hope into a balloon, and gave it to her. She let go.
I still think about her from time to time. I wanted to write her a letter to tell her she is not alone, though I don’t know who to address it to. She never told me her name.
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There is - Box Car Racer
Sometimes, humanity makes me happy. But most of the time…no.
Tool
I’m generally a brush stroke
on the canvas
of your masterpiece.
Each granite particle
falling to the floor
from the glistening figure
you’re sculpting
- that’s me.
All the little fragments
amid your workshop
that once composed
the block you’re chipping.
The stray parts
tangent ideas
nervous ticks
standing in the back, right corner
you don’t think about those
but they save you.
All the gadgets
you seek
when crafting your dreams.
