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Published: 2013-09-21 06:07:18 +0000 UTC; Views: 176; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 0
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VolumePlug in the black headphones
Press play
Volume is set to 20.
Your voices raise a little
Never mind, I’ll just turn it up to 25.
Up the stairs
One voice challenges another, deeper one
And the low voice responds, louder than the first
Going back and forth.
A frown. And then volumes follows itself to 50
Matters invade my ears.
Matters that I don’t want to hear
Matters I don’t need to hear
Matters that don’t matter.
Volume turns to 75, but I can’t seem to end the assault.
Finally grinding to 100
When the conversation turns to me, I turn to go louder.
But the volume won’t go any higher.
The screaming like hammers
Hits the nail on the head
I can’t take any more.
Not like this.
I’m up the stairs, out the door, and down the heartstrings into the depths of sorrow.
Call me when your heartstrings have linked once more
And you can learn to love each other again.
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Comments: 2
Toasty-Marshmallow [2013-09-21 22:19:00 +0000 UTC]
Man, you really DO write great poetry. It's usually about sad things, but it strikes a cord in my heart every time. Thanks for going out to lunch with me and Chloe by the way. It was great to chat with you!! Hope your parents didn't give you any crap about getting high and stuff. You SHOW them your community service hours!! Have a great rest of your day man!
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Pyrus-Nightwrite In reply to Toasty-Marshmallow [2013-09-22 01:30:06 +0000 UTC]
Thanks. The reason it's usually sad is because that's kinda what i'm better at...
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