unlistening.

The listening of a thought

You mind rejects it

Passively

You never really get the thought even though you listen with all your might and mind

Your mind steals the words

Twists them

And gives them back

It creates a picture that never was theirs even though they want you to see what they’ve seen

The picture is yours formed by you yourself and your life and mind

Never will you understand the thought of someone else

Only your own

Their thought is mutated by your own making a love child of thoughts never intended to be born

It undoes the words

And your listening becomes unlistening

A counterfeit of intention

Untrue portrayal

The unlistening of a thought.

she.

She stood there, beats vibrating her body but

She was still

She watched the writhing bodies herds of sweat and flesh

They seemed to know the rhythm yet

She found none

Amongst them all no steady beat no determinable purpose

She had a purpose

She was not here for that

This was her last attempt an attempt that began with promise and ended leaving her more complete than ever

She was no longer shattered pieces of them all crammed into one mishaply

She unlike them had none of them

She was finally happy

Everything that made them who they were that night only existed for the moment they realized it was there

She no longer needed to feel their touch see their forms hear their noises

She began to hate them

They took her away from her purpose her true desire

The two x’s burned he flesh screaming you tried again and look how you failed

She rubs thinking, I won.

live.

live life.
that's what they all say.
but who really listens until it looks you straight in the eyes, compressing everything from first breath to last breath.
someone close, someone far, it's doesn't really matter, the loss is the same.
someone to be a friend.
to hold. or
to kiss. or
to laugh with. or
even
to fight with.
but someone
to love.
the antithesis in its perversion awakens reality in those breathing, living.
the insignificancies of life drop away.
so what a friend upset you. at least you've got them.
so what if you've got homework you really don't want to do. at least it's due tomorrow.
so what about the strange thought of what people would say if you were no longer around. at least you are here.
somewhere close, somewhere far, it's doesn't really matter, the loss is the same.
somehow in a mistake.
a hatred. or
a drink. or
a fight with. or
even
an unintentional act.
but somehow
a death.
the theft in its repulsive manner denies the opportunity given to those breathing, living.
live life.
love life.
it's not forever.

addicted.

I am,

addicted.

To the world.

Your lilac blossoms.

Your mossy rocks.

Your starry skies.

Your purring glow.

I am,

addicted.

To you.

Your soft smell.

Your sweet touch.

Your complacent eyes.

Your explosive smile.

I am,

addicted.

To life.

Your breath.

Your embrace.

Your gaze.

Your light.

I am,

addicted.