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panic welling in my chest,
rising in my throat, helium
threatening to send me far
away, to disappear in the blackness,
alone - you catch hold with your
strong hands, your strong faith,
pull me back
your heartbeat is my kite string,
keeping me from floating away
completely.
rising in my throat, helium
threatening to send me far
away, to disappear in the blackness,
alone - you catch hold with your
strong hands, your strong faith,
pull me back
your heartbeat is my kite string,
keeping me from floating away
completely.
Literature
Nightmares
My heart races, erratically, lacking a proper rhythm.
A rhythm that could only be rendered by another heartbeat.
My soul soars frantically, searching for yours in a forlorn prison.
I strive on, praying, yearning, not ready to accept defeat.
I gaze into your eyes, longing for some sign of affection
I see nothing, because you feel nothing towards me.
I gave you my heart, trusting you to not break it, and you denied my attention.
Look at me now! I'm dead inside! What else could I possibly be!?
Twisted nightmares from the most morose parts of my mind start to form
I imagine that I am in a hospital bed, waiting for you to say farewell
You couldn
Literature
Paranoia
Yesterday I accidently broke my neighbor's car window.
My neighbor is huge and strong, I had to do something.
So I tried to tell him that I was sorry, but he did not listen.
I am so worried of what he is going to do. Is he going to call the police, my parents, or even the school? Or will he just go after me directly?
Maybe I should just tell my parents what happened and then they can take care of it.
No, they could not help me, they would hand me right to him.
I have to look over my shoulder to make sure he is not following, but somehow I know he is, waiting for the opportunity to make me pay.
He would try and catch me, maybe I shoul
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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This has gone through several edits already but I still don't think it's saying quite what I want it to say. Any critique on form, theme, word choice, ANYTHING, would be much appreciated.
© Jessica McGale
© Jessica McGale
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It sounds kind of awkward to me... like the flow, especially in the beginning. Tell me if you like this better:
The panic wells inside my chest,
Rising to my throat.
The helium thretens to send me far,
to disappear in blackness.
Alone, you catch hold with your
strong hands and faith--
You pull me back.
Your heartbeat is my kite string,
that's keeping me from floating away
completely.
It's only a suggestion but all the same I love the message you deliver
The panic wells inside my chest,
Rising to my throat.
The helium thretens to send me far,
to disappear in blackness.
Alone, you catch hold with your
strong hands and faith--
You pull me back.
Your heartbeat is my kite string,
that's keeping me from floating away
completely.
It's only a suggestion but all the same I love the message you deliver