I was looking around for new inspiration to write and\u00a0 I fell into the trash category of our blogs. I am using the titles from each of these “trash”\/ unfinished pieces to make a poem, so you might see one of your titles being used!<\/p>\n
(no title)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
mid day thoughts<\/p>\n
rumbling through my one track mind in<\/p>\n
colors like the sunset<\/p>\n
its kind of painful to bear behind eyelids<\/p>\n
but I take the heat anyway<\/p>\n
defending the brilliance in the way one<\/p>\n
hides beneath orange streetlamps at midnight<\/p>\n
in the downpour of rain<\/p>\n
just waiting<\/p>\n
waiting<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
something I have noticed lately<\/p>\n
within the realm of my usual<\/p>\n
existential crises<\/p>\n
is the lack of the teenage clich\u00e9<\/p>\n
people keep talking about<\/p>\n
boy meets girl, they make out<\/p>\n
they breakup<\/p>\n
but people usually forget the 3 am secrets they share<\/p>\n
before the rumor, the ruin<\/p>\n
the running<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
carousel horses have caught hold of my head<\/p>\n
and they spin faster than my<\/p>\n
seven -year-old self remembers;<\/p>\n
concrete nightmares, out of hand<\/p>\n
and stuck tight as the noises<\/p>\n
in the spaces between hotel walls<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
colors<\/p>\n
colors, too many<\/p>\n
too far an expanse to imagine<\/p>\n
without getting too creative<\/em><\/p>\n
floating ’round in ideas ever- changing<\/p>\n
and losing grip of reality<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I have been building unity in this<\/p>\n
oppression of myself<\/p>\n
it’s healthier this way, I suppose<\/p>\n
when the brain loses hold<\/p>\n
all bets are off<\/p>\n
birthdays have the feel of business meetings<\/p>\n
and the color blue ceases to exist<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I go back to the orange streetlamps on the corners<\/p>\n
looking dimmer than before, but still<\/p>\n
reminding me of the sun<\/p>\n
I go back to the places that have burned<\/p>\n
me into the dark, warm<\/p>\n
earth and smile<\/p>\n
I close my eyes and think about it some more.<\/p>\n
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