Somewhere beyond this static
There is a tempo and it moves me
Hidden like a fairy tale melody
Sleeping soundly till its silence no longer soothes me
Looking back and forth to find nothing
But dirty distractions that haunt me
Because they want all of me, and I none of them
Caught in the eye of the storm and it won't blink
Dry as a dessert, nothing lives here
I implore nevermore that I want more
Learned long ago no one is listening
To these phone calls
To these text messages
To these love letters
Failure to communicate
These walls they hold me
So tight I can only dream of letting go
Something has to break
Watch this house of cards fail to stand firm and fall
Pain in the neck caused by watching
& waiting for an illuminated phone
I am a compass with no directional rose
Just another Pip waiting on Estella to come back home
And show a shine to the person lost so long ago
Maybe help me refresh my mind
And remind me of times without
All these phone calls
All these text messages
All these love letters
Failure to communicate
The floor creaks as I pace back and forth
Killing all my time till doing nothing is okay
Face permanently sour like a lemon licking a lime
Depression is never far away and reminds me everyday
A mind that is too stubborn to shut down and die
Creation my only distraction but the hearts not in it today
Art created just to create
Like a belly feed just to eat
I take the cattle out to slaughter
And feed the calf all the meat
But still I wait on
A phone call
A text message
A love letter
Failure to communicate
You should read Wuthering Heights, you would love the character, Heathcliff.
ReplyDeleteWho doesn't like, Heathcliff, the adventurous and fun-loving cartoon cat! Garfield was a total rip off!
DeleteWell of course, although Garfield was a fan of lasagna, I can definitely relate to that!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, lasagna, the ancient greek dish consisting of wide, flat pasta in several layers interspersed with layers of various ingredients and sauces.
DeleteYes, and meat! And cheese!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, the classic combination of meat and cheese! Historically served on a square salty baked good typically made from grain flour dough, commonly referred to as a cracker, said to have been invented in 1792 when John Pearson of Newburyport, Massachusetts, USA made a pilot-like bread product from just flour and water that he called Pearson's Pilot Bread.
DeleteSardines and crackers and hot sauce!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, sardines. A term for small oily fish first used in English during the early 15th century and may come from the Mediterranean island of Sardinia, around which sardines were once abundant.
DeleteBut they're so bad for you! I think you should stay away from unhealthy things. They just grease up your skin and make you look and feel bad. As my mom always said, stay away from the things that hurt you!
ReplyDeleteYou've obviously new to my blog. I prosper in the things that hurt me by over embellishing the pain and unmasking the underlying beauty found within said pain.
DeleteI know.
ReplyDeleteSardines however, are very good for you, making your statement false and your sources unreliable at best.
DeleteIf it were possible to create a legitimate sentiment through alliteration that is also factual information all within only a few minutes time I believe I would be more of a literary genius than I give myself credit for...alas...it is not so.
ReplyDeleteI may be wrong on this, but I believe there was no alliteration to be found in your prior statment. That would be something like: The silly stuff you seem to spray sure soaks my sullied sea sardines.
DeleteI'm sorry, the correct terminology would have been *allusion*...I don't pretend to be a genius, but I mean well.
ReplyDeleteYes, if by well you mean, steer me off sardines. You must work for Tyson or Perdue.
DeleteGuilty as charged!
ReplyDeleteYou guys should lay off the hormones. I had a buffalo wing the other day that looked like it came off an eagle!!!
ReplyDeleteIt did come off an eagle!!! Just throw some Franks red hot on it, drink a bloody mary with everything in it and you'll forget all about eating our nation's bird!
ReplyDeleteThe F.D.A. has been notified.
ReplyDeleteTattle tale.
ReplyDeleteI've just got off the phone with the fine folks at Franks, they are in a fired up frenzy over their fried food sause being used to coat our feathery friend, the bald eagle...... alliteration.
DeleteWell applied use of alliteration!
ReplyDeleteThanks. I live off of the kindness of strangers.
DeleteAHHHH! I see!
ReplyDeleteI still don't understand the initial implication of what could have been, too kind, as you put it.
DeleteI also don't really know as to what I was referring to. I suppose I was, as they say, "just messin with ya"?
ReplyDeleteI still don't get it. This commentsation has taken a turn for the worse
DeleteOH NO!
ReplyDelete!ON HO
DeleteIt's the dark morning, it makes everything take a turn for the worse!
DeleteIt's dark where you are? You must live in Alaska!
DeleteOr on the dark side of the moon.
Deleteor it was a dark and stormy morning! Or Alaska...or the dark side of the moon.
ReplyDeleteOr in a shoe.
DeleteStinky!
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