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    dots Submission Name: Disinterestdots
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    Author: saartha
    ASL Info:    27/F/US
    Elite Ratio:    4.03 - 230/390/136
    Words: 173
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    It’s dark for the second time today,
    though I never quite managed to see the sun.
    Phosphorescent road lines measure off
    the seconds and miles of my life spent traveling
    (though I seem to have forgotten the destination,
    lost somewhere between desire and complacency.)

    The butchered sky crumbles apart and slumps,
    held up only by the thin fingering wires
    that shudder and stretch under the weight,
    but I’ve outgrown my Chicken-Little days.

    I pull to the curb beyond the last lamplight,
    parking where the world dissolves away,
    to wait for an epiphany to strike
    and fill me with something—sadness,
    or joy, or anything but this endless apathy
    that fills my monotonous, repetitive hours.

    Minutes drop away like wood shavings,
    time better spent sleeping squandered
    as the night air distends and bloats.

    As I ease the gears into position,
    the wind whispers with a hint of fear,
    “The sky is falling.”

    “Yes,”
    I tell it dully,
    and cross into that gray world
    between life and death.
    “It always is.”




    Submitted on 2007-07-22 13:34:48     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      the sky is always falling.
    i like that.
    there is always some crisis somewhere that threatens to take over the world and there is always some crisis somewhere that threatens to bring the sky crashing down with it...
    the sky is always falling... im quite sick of it.

    in fact the apathetic tone of this piece suits my current state of mind and frame of reference as far as life is concerned though...

    the complete disinterest with which i face life is rather pathetic really... the fact that its after 1pm and i am still in my PJs and really dont care would be indication of such.
    and i think what is worst is that im promising myself that everything will be better if only i [insert lie here]
    maybe 5 months of nothing is just too long for anyone... ill be glad when the operation is over and the recovery is successful

    but yes... this is glorious.
    the way you let the mood settle and seep through the words is almost like wizardry... i havent had a poem cause me to feel so hopelessly in such a long time...


    i love the chicken little days are over...
    makes me think of the doors with 'your ballroom days are over babe... the nights closing in' or somethng like that... yeah...
    and the fact that the sky is still falling... you just refuse to get in a flap and tell the world... again...

    i dont know... i think that is how loneliness starts... the way you just cannot be bothered telling everyone about the newest wave of something that has hit you because you know theyre sick of hearing all about it even though they smile and act supportive and encouraging... yeah...

    im gonna shut up but girl... you are onto a winner with this one!
    | Posted on 2007-07-22 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]


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