Pulsation.
By acidcrys
Have you ever felt this, sort of residue clinging to the air around you; like suran wrap tightened around your face, blocking all ways of breathing.. you should be suffocating.. but you really just cant tell if you are.Feeling so calm, when everything is spinning out of control, scared because nothing should be calm.Its as if youre standing still, everything around you is still, yet something in you is still moving, and all you can grab a hold of is the air that isnt there.The stars are falling from the sky and are shattering into dust, plastering my face, fossilizing my tears of no reason.While the wind and dreams of things not really present, whisper to me like soft kisses brushing across my cheek..my forehead and the palm of my hand.And all I can do, is to bring the moisture, the reflection of life back into my eyes.. slowly blinking, while feeling the glimmer, shine, and sparkle slowly fade, slowly slither out of my blue dissapearing irises.This might not seem so much like a poem.. a lot of the times my poetry came out more like a journal entry.. this ones about the feeling I got when I was trying so hard to get someone out of my life.. but couldn't .. even though they were slowly smothering me.. Written October 2nd, 2001 © on Oct 05 2001 11:34 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Have you ever felt this, sort of residue clinging to the air around you; like suran wrap tightened around your face, blocking all ways of breathing.. you should be suffocating.. but you really just cant tell if you are.Feeling so calm, when everything is spinning out of control, scared because nothing should be calm.Its as if youre standing still, everything around you is still, yet something in you is still moving, and all you can grab a hold of is the air that isnt there.The stars are falling from the sky and are shattering into dust, plastering my face, fossilizing my tears of no reason.While the wind and dreams of things not really present, whisper to me like soft kisses brushing across my cheek..my forehead and the palm of my hand.And all I can do, is to bring the moisture, the reflection of life back into my eyes.. slowly blinking, while feeling the glimmer, shine, and sparkle slowly fade, slowly slither out of my blue dissapearing irises.This might not seem so much like a poem.. a lot of the times my poetry came out more like a journal entry.. this ones about the feeling I got when I was trying so hard to get someone out of my life.. but couldn't .. even though they were slowly smothering me....."