Currently Listening to: Crucify by Tori AmosGetting Ready to: Go to work
I'm on a poetry kick unfortunately. Again, I don't like my poetry. A lot of it ends up sounding incredibly trite to me. Who knows what is inspiringing this. When it comes to inspiration I generally don't question, just run with it and hope something fairly useful or at least eloquent comes out of it. Right now I'm blaming Tori Amos because I've been listening to her quite a bit lately and her almost cynical perception of her relationships with others is spoken with such beauty that I really can't help but be moved by it. Cheers to her!
The Living Dead
My selection of silk and satin,
Another piece of dirty opulence.
Dancing towards the shifting canvas,
Moving until the heart is sore.
Another overflowing cup for me,
It’s like poetry for the tongue.
Tell me, how long will the high last?
This is an impossible orchestra.
It’s made of the emptiness
That orbits each and every one of us.
Tell me, how numb will this make me?
It is this impossibility
That makes the fire burn.
Tonight the world will sleep
Entwined in dream catcher strings.
So there it is. I'm not even sure what it's about myself. I think the narrator is experiencing some problems in their life and dealing with them via substance abuse. Who knows what was going through my head at the time.
Obviously I don't despise it, else I wouldn't have posted it but still...not a fan. I think I have a serious rhythm problem that needs fixing.
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