hey i wrote a poem today, totally random, just stream of consciousness type thing.

IT LOOKS LONG BUT TAKES QUITE A SHORT TIME TO READ. it may not makes sense to you, but just give it a shot please? :)...

Noodles

I remember…
Being inside
A small crate
With love empty and superficial

I remember…
A wall
A long low gray wall
Stretched

I remember…
Staring through the carpet
Endless rows of feet
Pound over
Over
Over fragile fibers

I remember…
A scream
A soft little cry ate
Through my bones
Eyes I could not see,
But I felt
Deep eyes, soft eyes
Turned thin and brittle

I remember…
Opening a door
Key?
It doesn’t matter
The room is not even there.
I miss that
Room.
I no longer understand.

I remember…
That I stopped
For one blink I stared at
My innocent feet
Neatly packaged in their
Red
Shoes
I then realized I was moving
Away away away
From where my heart wanted to go.
But oh!
My feet had given up
Though my heart had not…
I drifted down
Down the long way I had come.
Why the journey?
I do not understand but

I remember…
A sweaty dark space
A jacket
Whose?
Where have they gone?
The buttons, the pockets
All brown brown brown
And smelling of loneliness

I remember…
A bowl of noodles
Round green bowl
Sweet golden noodles
They mocked me.
That one noodle
Laughing its bright, sharp
Noodle-laugh
My air scattered away

I remember…
The rough bites of wood
The soft sloughing of falling scraps
Why this transformation?
The purpose: some other game
A pencil
Sharp
For the sake of others?

If it were up to me
I think
I would like
To be a dull pencil.

But I do not remember.


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06:16:21 PM