Hide and Seek.

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Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
(Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well?
Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best?
Ah off course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need?
And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk,
newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling,
no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk,
newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling,
no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.

About Sarah

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I'm too tall for my age and I have big feet to match. My friends are my life, they get me through the day. Laughing and Joy is my air, if that's taken away well...you do the math. My friends happiness is my key goal. When I'm with them I can do anything, except fly...I can't seem to do that yet.

6/9/08

My Sweet Surrender.

I sit in my windowsill and i watch the rain hit the pavement and the lightning flash. I am soothed as the thunder booms. This storm is my sweet surrender. I dangle my feet out the window and I feel the wind rush across my face. The rain hits my toes. The lightning illuminates the sky. The thunder rocks the earth into a deep slumber. The first summer rain. The best rain in the entire year. I can see the barefooted children in the streets. The parents smiling, safe and dry under their porches. And I sit in my windowsill and let the summer rain piter patter my feet and knees. The rain dances down the house and to the ground. You can almost hear the grass drinking it up. Everyone is happy and laughing. Monstrous thunder sounds and the barefooted children scatter into their loving parents arms. I sit in my windowsill as my room goes dark. The first summer rain, I'm in my windowsill swinging my legs. I watch the rain hit the pavement and the lightning flash. I hear the thunder boom. It is dark and I am in a sweet surrender.

1 comment:

Deirdre said...

That border ended up working alright. And I like the story - although since I know when you wrote it - I'm fairly certain there weren't children playing in the streets. But it's a great picture that was created in my mind by reading.