June 11, 2009
By Alexander Noyes SILVER, Atkinson, New Hampshire
Alexander Noyes SILVER, Atkinson, New Hampshire
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Touched the sky and closed my eyes
Kept reaching for space but fell short
Opened my eyes to see my hand gone
Held it up as blood dripped down my arm

Fell into love and almost drowned there
Fell out of love and drowned in my tears
Turned away from a kiss and couldn't stop
Kept turning until I spun out of control

Whispered so loud the birds flew away
Tried to yell but my voice fell short
it landed on the ground and began to rot
Hoped nobody would notice it there

My feet ran so fast they forgot to stop
Ran through the finish line and kept going
Smashed into the generic bystanders
That seem to mass around sporting events

I whistled just to break the silence
Because quiet reaches the threshold of pain
Except with lower decibals than with high
Not a sharp screech but a bitter drone

Sundays deliquesce into monday mornings
Mondays break apart into tuesday nights
and thursdays hide away in the corner
for fridays to shine from outside the window

A touch never meant so much as it did then
So much I decided to give up the feeling
So much satisfaction in denying pleasure
Sobriety anodyne yet strangely exotic

I'll roll my eyes till I see inside my mind
See all the secrets I wont let me know
Memorize the staircase that starts there
That grows up and beyond the sky

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