Intertwined
Dancing
This little step-by-step, mincing, toe-tip display.
Woven
Weaving
In its interplay of tangled words and hands and feet.
Waters
Testing
The subtle nervousness for what might come to be.
©2014 choiSOSS
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Analogy Girl
(lyrics)
Pick, picking up the broken pieces.
Put ’em in your basket, slung on your hip.
Fast, faster, twisting in the sharp wind;
Needling your heartstrings until they’re ’bout to rip.
Analogy girl
Swirling in your brain;
You never know
When she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue
Trodding out from the past,
You never know
If this one’ll last.
Stick, stick to them guns, boy!
Closing, slamming, barring doors from such a slip.
Past, pastoral fields of such unjoy;
Familiarly, achy-ly, fingers breaking their grip.
Analogy girl
Swirling in your brain;
You never know
When she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue
Trodding out from the past,
You never know
If this one’ll last.
Prick, prickly needles in the eye;
In the head, they go poke-poking at the softer bits.
Sick, sickeningly sweet, soft, and goodbye.
Paused, pausing too long, the tape breaks and that’s it.
Analogy girl
Twirling in your brain;
You never know
If she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue
Plodding out from the past,
You never know
If this one is the last.
Analogy girl,
Swirling in your brain;
You never know
If she’ll face you again.
Analogy girl,
Sticking in your brain;
You never know
If she’ll face you again.
From out of the blue,
Bringing present to past,
You never knew
This could happen so fast.
©2014 choiSOSS
This
It’s strange.
This
tangly, jumbled-up mess of new;
glittery, spark-shooting buzz-crackle;
soothsome, calming wash of serendipity.
It seems
unfamiliar.
It’s not
like
pasts of fire, searingly hot, scorching my skin;
grasps of need, filling black voids that life had worn thin;
hasps of blame, hating self, welcoming pain in.
It is.
Just
so.
It is.
All
it has to be.
No more.
No less.
It is.
This.
Mess of new.
Glittery buzz-crackle.
Soothsome serendipity.
This.
©2014 choiSOSS
Is it today?
Turning point.
They say there’s a turning point.
They say there will be one.
Is it today?
Isn’t it that magical day, today?
Doesn’t it all become clear, today?
Won’t I learn not to fear, today?
Baring a hollow display, today.
Too much.
Too late
to wait.
Today.
©2013 choiSOSS
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