Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening!
random dis connect
Have you ever found yourself talking but not understanding what you were saying? Like it was all on autopilot? like your skin is not your skin? Your lips were not yours? This is my life.
Dwelling on Eternity
This is the last beginning. I will not move forward from here. Draw the line, straight and perfect, use the ink I bleed from my fingertips. Onto your skin, into your head, and out of your heart. Dig in and hold the line, retreat is not an option. It's too late. The light continues. Won't you stop and listen to me? Manipulate the King and move the Queen. Checkmate. I've failed. Nothing I say will tell me the truth. I lie to you every day but I refuse to see it myself. Timeless.
It's a life of tiny shards, make it pretty. Meat, rice, vegetables, fish, sugar, spice. Everything and nothing is nice. The culmination inside another wistful dream. Compartmentalized for a fleeting moment. Consumed like fire in a pit. Corrugated cardboard container. Sectioned off and in manageable pieces. Been ready to walk the road for years. Should have turned left at that last fork. Coasting through the journey, asking the wrong questions, Getting the right answers. Every ounce of me bleeds "no" The volume on the radio is at eleven. You can't hear me anymore. I can't hear me anymore. Lost in the maze of sharp corners, Misspelled phrases, and flat tires. Eat the orange smile, and slog through. That's all I can do.
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