Missing The PointWhile she stands upon the shore, Trying to hold the wind and calling out to you To bring the nets, try and catch it! You, in your little rooms, Wandering through all the doors Turning the knobs to tubercular rust And making even the knots creak, Haven’t you noticed that the birds have come To tell you to go down to the beach And find her? It’s not the wind That you ought to be looking for.Missing The Point
Halting speechShe always was an inveterate liar. Clinging Onto small hopes, smiling in distraction, Teeth like porcelain doll skin, telling untruths. Say, stranger, can you tell me how far it is To the place where the hills fall asleep? You know In Texas, the moon comes down in the day to gamble, Betting the stars away. Or maybe, had you heard, That your shoelaces complain about the smell of your feet? It was childish. Simple-minded. We didn’t listen. How far Could anyone listen to nonsense? We plugged up our ears With noise, white buds, busied ourselves In the harvests of our lives, taHalting speech
In MyI never expected Pale pink plaster, and white Reflecting dead wooden feet Signs saying ‘Thank you’ Hushed church in a big city Metal braces Birds’ twitter A crowded road outside And the melancholy of Having something support you When you can’t walk on your own feet.In My
Writing is not She can stop you in your tracks. She doesn't even need to touch you. Your eyes cover her from head to toe and when you are finished, you are changed. You know the shape of her so well that some say you don't even need to see every part; your brain guesses the gaps.Writing is not
She doesn't need to say a word. You hear her voice within your head. She shows you things that cannot be seen. She holds the key to worlds that cannot exist.
She is full of secrets, so open to interpretation. She i
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"Talent is like the shooter that hits a target the others can't reach; genius is like the shooter that hits a target the others can't see." -- Schopenhauer
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I am the machine that reveals the world to you, as only I alone am able to see it.
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May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
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