Away From This Place

June 17, 2012
By TimeCouldStopMe BRONZE, Salmon, Idaho
TimeCouldStopMe BRONZE, Salmon, Idaho
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Favorite Quote:
"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost."

"I know that life is busy and hard, and that there’s a crushing pressure to just settle down and get a real job and khaki pants and a haircut. But don’t. Please don’t. Please keep believing that life can be better, brighter, broader, because of the art that you make. Please keep demonstrating the courage that it takes to swim upstream in a world that prefers putting away for retirement to putting pen to paper, that chooses practicality over poetry, that values you more for going to the gym than going to the deepest places in your soul. Please keep making art for people like me, people who need the magic and imagination and honesty of great art to make the day-to-day world a little more bearable. And if, for whatever reason, you’ve stopped– stopped believing in your voice, stopped fighting to find the time–start today. - Shauna Niequist, Cold Tangerines

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

"You were born crying, so die smiling."

I have one hand underneath my chin,
Wondering when in my life you walked in.
I stare at you in disbelief.
Thankful that you're here,
Yet wishing you would leave.

I've got keys and buttons, coins and vases.
None of these will ever satisfy me.
I've got purses and brief cases.
But I will never, ever be happy.

I would like you to understand,
For my voice to get into your head.
I want for my very words,
To itch the very flesh you wallow around in.

I can already see you rotting.
See you rotting away with me.
It contorts my brain, that one question.
Why? Why won't you just leave?

I've got time, support, life insurance.
And, still I will never feel safe.
The only place I will ever feel assurance,
Is being as far away as I can get from this place.

I can feel the bed underneath me,
Shaking like a giant losing his balance.
Your solemn breathing kills me inside,
And even though you're perfectly guilty.
I will forever be paying with penance.

I leave the doors unlocked at night.
Incase, by some miracle of God you decide to leave,
I won't have to be there to wish you Hell.
And as my reward I'm sure to receive.
The beautiful sound of your silence.

The author's comments:
This is about realizing you've lost affection for someone and not having the strength to tell them.

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