silicone silence

(i found this in one of my pockets today while folding the laundry...i dont remember writing it at all...)




At 6am the rain is flooding down in symphonies
In sheet music, a melancholy melody
Distress and distasteful



(The engine is flooded, the meter has run dry.
So there’s no room left in my mind for you)



But I still breathe like an addict, needing more
Pulling in words with worlds apart
Longing into soft pink/charred black lungs



(The air is so empty here.
So full of dry humor and shallow laughs)



And so I wallow in my morning cup of coffee
My head hanging over a weeks worth of routine and an etched out table top
And just then like a poison the side effects sink their teeth in
My mind is just a few seconds behind



My body

And the world tastes of tarnished steel



So now I’m the poster child for every quitter from here to 17th avenue
But she’s the one (worth saving)
Paintings filling up my flesh as they're sticking the pins and needles in
Drugged on an IV drip of Bupropion



And she’s high like silicone silence
Walking through circuitry
She’s enveloped in the security of adoration
Dry and immobilized




She’s living the future






(So I must be living the future too)

• A former member wrote: God i love finding old writes in random places!!! Especially ones from a long time ago...Trips ya out a bit huh...I loved this.... _-JosH-_
  
  
• On Saturday, February 17, 2007, AniDayz (1051) wrote:
  
  hmmm...playing,danceing with my mind,this is...incredible
  
  
• On Wednesday, February 7, 2007, GraveFlower (295) wrote:
  
  fasinating
  
  
• On Wednesday, February 7, 2007, dying angel (1076) wrote:
  
  seriously, you're writing is the most unique i've come across in a long time. this was no exception. "So now I’m the poster child for every quitter from here to 17th avenue" brilliance is right at your fingertips.
  
  
• On Tuesday, February 6, 2007, carlosjackal (1799) wrote:
  
  Fantastic comeback..this was like an offbeat Sci-Fi, drugged-up lullaby..not one word was out of place. I hope this becomes the spur to break the writer's block..we've all missed your regular postings..Write on, Bazil :)
  
  
• A former member wrote: This was beyond brilliant.
  
  
• On Tuesday, February 6, 2007, Lynaes (1028) wrote:
  
  Good grief, I also wish I could find such eloquent poetry in my pockets. I had to turn my music right down to read this, because I utterly became engrossed from the first couple of lines.
  
  
• On Tuesday, February 6, 2007, Lynaes (1028) wrote:
  
  "Pulling in words with worlds apart Longing into soft pink/charred black lungs".. god I loved that part. I loved all of this. Fantastic work.
  
  
• On Tuesday, February 6, 2007, Mylissa (1128) wrote:
  
  "and the world taste of tarnished steel" a bitter sweet world...for a brilliant symphany of words.
  
  
• On Tuesday, February 6, 2007, Bella Butchery (947) wrote:
  
  and often the world is dry and hallow, we just have to be ourselfs and fill it with creativity and art, thank you!
  
  
• On Tuesday, February 6, 2007, Bella Butchery (947) wrote:
  
  finally! i dont care where you found it, i wish i could find such treasures in my pocket, but i digress, there seems to be a symmetry the two she's,
  
  
• On Tuesday, February 6, 2007, Bella Butchery (947) wrote:
  
  its almost as if there are two parts of you, one the audioadict, and the other thinking you need to grow up and work pathetic jobs just to get by. WELL YOU DONT! keep at it and dont give up to the snot nose scene in the city.