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A Purgingi've been living, so long, at the pace of my breath at the pace of the beatingA Purging
in my ribcage (slash) chest but as each inhale, slowly lowers in depth my stomach rumbles at me,
i say, "save your breath," i'll pass on dinner im facing off, with death like a gentleman living faster than the pace
of my breath my breath: thin
just to let you know...
you let me in, but i'm leavin' for now until my breathin' don't reek of vomit somehow i'll come back i promise
by *WillSchenck
Bye, October"you stepped on my toes."Bye, October
"hey!" i say. "you stepped on my toes."
she say "i'm worthless, i don't watch where i go."
i hear "i'm sorry. i meant not, to step on your toes."
i forgive, but don't forget i live, but with regret i walk with a limp but i walk with she, she who stepped on my toes she who (i could have sworn)
said she was sorry
"if you were sorry, you would quit
stepping on my feet. you're path, is on repeat always stepping, on my feet."
she say "i'm worthless, i don
by *WillSchenck
Regress-GreenWon't Let my ribcage feel your presence again My friend Won't Write this book A real masterpiece Doesn't need an end Friend(?) Won't Progress This isRegress-Green
At best A work in regress
(above, a proclamation fruitless, though it may be underneath your lashing eyelids a viridian ocean a beryl sea you can use your eyes and look into me is this the way this love's
adhered to be?)
by *WillSchenck
Can I?de-attach myself and claim the tallest shelf for you for knowing, where the hell you are how the hell you feelCan I?
(perhaps i'll get back my heart) put it all up to the left with the cobwebs my eyes aren't red i promise i'm true as is everything that you've said my eyes
aren't red yet
i can't.
by *WillSchenck
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| I'm Will Schenck. Conversation was my first love. Conversation, via all mediums. My heart has chosen a few more subjects of its adoration, over the years. My brain disagrees with some of them. But others make more sense. I am synchronized with the reverberations of my fretboard, of it's six strings, and of the body below those, all three of which are encompassed by the the word "Guitar." I like words. Perhaps this branches off of my love for conversation. Regardless, once in a blue moon, I will put together some words that sound crisp together, slap a title on it, and call it a poem. Maybe twice in a blue moon. I am controversy. Not controversial. I am controversy incarnate. In my mind, the gift of music stands on a pedestal far higher than that of anything else. It is my one consistent tether to the anti-reality. |
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- Current Residence: St. Louis, Missouri
- Interests: Living, breathing, thinking, listening, all that jazz.
- Favourite band or musician: Rise Against, Flobots, Hollywood Undead, The Postal Service, so many more.
- Favourite poet or writer: James Laurie (A.K.A. Jonny 5), Jenny Owen Youngs, Emily Dickinson, Bill Bryson
- Operating System: Partitions all the way baby (:
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite game: Love.
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Philip J. Fry, Bender Bending Rodriguez, Hermes Conrad, Dr. John Zoidberg
- Personal Quote: "The physical dimension is but another illusion."
- Website: http://www.facebook.com/iplayguitar
- Email: RiseOfTheSchenck@gmail.com
- MSN: xxsavior_of_the_damnedxx@yahoo.com
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