Vernacularvomit

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It was dawn and I couldn’t sleep, so there I was.


Each molecule of my breath made a crop circle onto the glass window. And as I stared out into empty space, a light strip of sunrays stayed static at the horizon. My fingertips touch droplets on blades of grass and attach themselves to my skin feeling as if they belonged there. The fleshy soil of the earth stuck to the soles of my feet, and to the soul of my being. I belonged to the earth, as it belonged to me. Each of us a prisoner, and the universe was master. The stars begun to flicker out like neon lights and the sun became territorial over the sky.

 

My house smelled of melted candle wax and increasing despair. So many filled moleskins everywhere tell stories, beautiful lies, and ugly truths. They stay wide open with coffee stains on the edge of the pages. I bask in its aroma and it slowly escalates into ambiguity. Ink blotches on the inside resemble blood that dripped from wounds of my mind.

 

I pierced myself onto the floor trying to figure out where everyone went. The weatherman on TV said we would look forward to sultriness with a chance of euphoria. That made me think of you, inevitably. Playing hide and seek silently in the back of our minds. Behind everything, in every corner, every nook, we inhaled the secrets of each other and then clashed like waves on rocks until we disintegrated into the letters of words in my moleskin.

 

The sun laid itself softly on my body, hitting my bones ever so gently. I drank room-temperature green tea from a Styrofoam cup left over from last night and made myself a cocoon out of a blanket.

I couldn’t help but to wonder about the footprints that started in this very living room and faded out the door. I remember it was the first time you came to my door with your heart in your hand, chest still heaving, everything still worked. Your eyes glazed over with tears thick as candle wax.

“I’m trying not to fall apart,” you told me. I took the beating heart, my two hands holding life. “Just make it quick,” you said, becoming cyanotic. You lay on your back and I attached valves, configured arteries, and realigned veins. With my tired hands I stitched you up with confidence.

 

That was you. You penetrated yourself into my life and you’re here to stay, but I still miss you.

 

 

I stood myself up, broke through the sun’s rays and drowned myself in the humidity. The wind blew my hair across my face like brushstrokes fading off a canvas. I stretched my arms up to the sky and rain decided to fall in alleviation. The universe sent me an invitation. I knew someone wanted to see me. The fingertips of the sun took my hand and whisked me away into zenith, and I saw you on the way up. My body clashed with the atmosphere and I fizzled out leaving particles of stardust behind, and in an instant, I was gone.

 

Written by Amina

June 22, 2008 at 12:04 am

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  1. Amina!!! Your writings and thoughts are very, impressive, skilled, have creative character AND each illustration of the secen has great expressions to them. I love the feel that you take the reader into/through…sentence by sentence showing the story through the eyes of yourself…very calm and relaxed. I my favorite part of this story/poem is;
    I pierced myself onto the floor trying to figure out where everyone went. The weatherman on TV said we would look forward to sultriness with a chance of euphoria. That made me think of you, inevitably. Playing hide and seek silently in the back of our minds. Behind everything, in every corner, every nook, we inhaled the secrets of each other and then clashed like waves on rocks until we disintegrated into the letters of words in my moleskin. The sun laid itself softly on my body, hitting my bones ever so gently. I drank room-temperature green tea from a Styrofoam cup left over from last night and made myself a cocoon out of a blanket.
    LOVE that…so full of energy :) I’m adding you on as a link, I like your poetry very much :)

    Tuesdai Noelle

    June 22, 2008 at 7:58 am

  2. My goodness, I agree with the comment above.
    You have such a way with words darling

    I’ll definetly check back every now & then to read more of your writing ;]

    Lizzy

    June 22, 2008 at 9:49 am

  3. @ Tuesdai:: thanx so much! I appreciate that; i added you as well!

    @ Lizzy:: thank you for stopping by and staying tuned :-)

    Amina

    June 22, 2008 at 10:17 am

  4. That’s what I’m talking about. I’m going to add you to my links

    Sais

    June 22, 2008 at 10:24 am

  5. This is absolutely lovely Amina! You know im waiting for more

    William

    June 22, 2008 at 10:49 am

  6. Your thoughts are very visual, lol. I could even say I could feel the wind and my windows are shut! It’s a very positive and uplifting blog. I can say I relate 100%!

    Jocey.

    June 22, 2008 at 3:38 pm

  7. Very nice entry. Keep up the good work, we enjoy your blog!

    Abstract Minds

    June 23, 2008 at 11:56 am

  8. Hey Amina!! This is magical! You truly have a gift, can’t wait for the next one :)

    Niki

    June 26, 2008 at 10:18 pm


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