But I want toThere's a burningBut I want to by ~JrockEqualsLove
Of the atmosphere
Because of events
While watching actors
Struggling to make ends meet
Perform on a stage that
Might cave in at any second.
I want to write about it
I want to touch my fingertips to the keys
And have them lavish in words
That outshine upperclassmen
Prove to them
That I can actually be someone
Behind the phrases.
Buy one get one free
It stretches from here to the end
Of the cardboard box where the homeless man
Begs for nickels and dimes to buy his first drink
In a month
Instead of the phone call to his daughter
PronunciationIt's the sound of a trip. A stumble. Shoelaces tied together. Banana peel left on a terrazzo floor. The words leave the mouth, but they don't. not correctly. Syllables that should leave the mouth like a plane out of an airport, crash and burn. Easy words. Reassurance. Distraction. Jubilant. Stutters and tricks of tongues. Fumbling for something that is in plain sight.Pronunciation by ~JrockEqualsLove
This is what grates on my ears. What causes my hands to form fists. My lips twitch in irritation. Bubbling anger wells up, how I long to yell at the source for such ignorance and lack of schooling. There is no fluidity when these people speak, it's irritating. I'd much rather l
charlotte lost her web"how was your day?"charlotte lost her web by *ohsostarryeyed
"i heard you. what happened?"
"studied. thought about sex. walked the dog. killed a spider."
"ah. boring-'fuck,' then?"
"i fucking killed a spider!"
"why's that so awful? its guts get in your eye or something?"
"dammit! no! i killed it! i should fucking die, too- levitical law says so. death is to be punished with death."
"you don't agree with that. besides, it is just a spider."
"no, it was just a spider."
"dammit it's- it wasn't 'just a spider.' it was real. alive. a body that moved. stopped moving so well when my book s