The Tao of Liz (dogsarecool) wrote in emotions_exist,
The Tao of Liz
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Be gentle... I'm sensitive.


California - My home as I drive through it, and only as I see the late summer surf and mysterious oasis of beach umbrellas do I feel loyalty. Wind torn bluffs tell the story of the face on which they reside… the drunken, deserted snow angel. Never forget.
With each moment, we come nearer winter and my private winter in the rain. Prince Charming is off too regularly hunting foxes and Sleeping Beauty, unconscious in her tangled bedding, vandalized with mascara ravines faced with mountains and ocean, windmills and modest church houses are beauty in the infinite. Created by human hands, and human suffering, suffering to last forever while mountains erode in fast forward. Wish for hours of sleep and stop living forever. Hours and hours. Lost. Tiny boxes, poking their foreheads from the unnatural grass, containing all of life's losses.
Build a proper monument to pain, to sedate my needing… to hurt…
To hold
To screw up. To screw over… to screw.
I know not a single person… No one has known suffering or pain, and certainly not me.
But now I find myself again in the strange hold of my own self in love. Wishing I could crawl past the laces of my pretentious little black leather shoes because everything I'm holding is an illusion,
Even though I thought I was in control of my own creations, I'm not.
Those too, were deliberately self destructive.

Holding me from behind by the waist, keeping me from throwing myself against his floor, praying for unconsciousness. Lovingly calling me an orphan and forbidding me to go to the mountains. "You're a surfer girl. I love you."
With my fake complexion, fakelife, and fake conscience.
"You'd die in the mountains. We'd lose you. You'd lose you. You've barely got you now."

So find me.
I want your words to cover me. I want your body to tell me.
Both of you.
All of you.
I need all the love I deny myself from others. I say "You have enough from yourself to manage."
Listen to nothing I've ever said, I don't mean it.
I know you understand because of when you folded me up, when I noticed you played with your hair too much.
It's too bad you couldn't make room in your head for people like me, I didn't mean to scare you.
I simply thought deviation would be healthy for you.
Instead I gave you the sickness I've felt for this five day eternity
Surfacing also in all of our subterraneans.
Every time we say goodbye, I say 'I love you' in my mind.
And each time we say goodbye it becomes increasingly relevant.
And I remember five days ago, when my life was more than a
search for the perfect
suicide.
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me: www.geocities.com/ichewshoes/Imag0187.jpg

I can't post post a picture, because geocities doesn't like that, and I don't know any sites that do.
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nah.
Er. I don't really like the last paragraph.

I consider the fact that it's free verse and I also understand why you put "suicide" on a different line. The reason is to make that word stand out, right? That word, though, is not the main reason you wrote the whole thing.

I also don't see what the last paragraph has to do with the rest of it. Doesn't connect.

No.
I think you may have actually tried too hard to write this, it seems a little bit forced, and some of the sentences are jsut way too long to have any type of flow to it.

No
One more thing, if the rest of it were more like the final paragraph, there is a good chance I would have said yes, I like that part more than the rest of it.

Nie picture, btw, if we judged on looks it would have swayed me a bit.
haha thanks!
Heh just got back from vacation and saw this!

I don't know if it makes any difference, but I like your writing. The end of the first one, and the two last paragraphs where great.

hey
thanks
i appreciate it

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Hey, thanks anyway.
I do appreciate your honesty... it helps me improve.
Good luck with the community!
emotions...are elastic....they don't go back...they never go back...
My heart started racing when I read that.

I relate a lot.

But what do you mean?