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brutisimo (profile) wrote,
on 6-24-2006 at 11:45pm
I feel it slipping away.
fingers and mind grasping
nothing but nothingness
touching without knowing
then know
only when there is nothing left to touch
it comes and goes
without noise
the silence speaks to me though
talking, but not understanding
touching, but not feeling
loving and hating
all that i am, was and will be
until i am nothing too.
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brutisimo

06-25-06 12:01am

Charlie had green eyes, actually i am sure they are still green, and that he still has them of course, I just have not seen them for a while. I miss the green eyed boy that made my heart melt. his smile, and laugh could brighten my day. he even saved me once, without knowing it of course. Sometimes a smile can save someone. Did you know that? I didn't, until i did of course.

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brutisimo

Re:, 06-25-06 12:10am

You can make anything into a boomerang.
Even when you smell like cigarettes
and your brain is doing the backstroke.
Acting like a cowboy in the dark,
he agrees with the theory of boomerangs,
and with the anxiety of a swimming mind
I can't see his pupils, or maybe i have my eyes closed
to the possibilities or dialation.
The beer spills and we laugh.
The flower turns into a butterfly and I cry.
The little boy needs a father,
but the pool ate him and there is no coming back from that.
Boomerangs would be fun to burn,
or make into lawn ornaments.


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brutisimo

Re: Re:, 06-25-06 12:17am

my mind tries to catagorize things.
I get deja vu a lot.
this phenomenon messes with the catagories in my brain.
i poison myself sometimes
to see what new catogories i can make
i never get any new ones though
just new shit in the old ones.
I make things fit
even when it is clear that they don't or shouldn't
because that is safer
the truth is relative to the belief in it.
i shouldn't box myself in.
i need to stop making my life conform.

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