2011+Week+5

=**Week 5! This week, I want to hear about what you wear or carry. This can be as abstract as you wish, just make it genuine. :D** You guys really need to start your posting poems, too!=

__Backs __ I carry a long list upon my back like Atlas shoulders the Earth every day and night I carry the list of my wrongs and my rights and the people I've loved and hated and fought for and cried for and my brain the nice little lines and boxes compartmentalize the long and inordinate mess that has become the world's history Atlas carried it so can I I can bear this burden I will know all there is to know <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and I will know that I can <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">keep it in order <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">nice neat perfect order <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">using nothing but my own back <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and the clothes and insanity that <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">I carry upon my back <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">the list of everything that has happened <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">that's a lot for one brain <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">you know <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and sometimes the brain <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">must make a list in the form <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">of one train of thought and <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">it is good to know that <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">one can always rely on metaphors <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">to describe the ways of keeping <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">everything <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">love <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">history <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">future <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">present <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">in line without the use of <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">punctuation <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">because sometimes what we need is <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">a little less order <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">a little less fuckin' conformity <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and a lot more chaotic mess <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">what is poetry if not <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">humanity's best way to defy norms <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">what am I doing here if not <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">challenging the very way you choose <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">to construct the words <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">that are our homes <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">the roof over our heads <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">the clothes on our backs <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Atlas carried more than clothes <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">he carried a planet <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and if that one super-human man <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">can carry a planet then I <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">one very very human woman <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">can carry my own life <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">without succumbing to the madness <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">that engulfs me

<span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Ellyn "Run On" Touchette


 * Raincoat**

I wear a raincoat.

A raincoat that keeps me dry from the tears.

Tears that fall because of the gravity of the world around me.

And that gravity has no reason to let up.

That gravity is caused by the pushing and pulling of other people’s opinions.

That gravity pushes hard enough to make you scream, but let no sound out.

Or maybe you do make a sound, it’s just played on a deaf ear.

But, nonetheless my raincoat keeps me dry.

People look at me because I wear a raincoat.

Because they don’t need to keep dry.

The tears never fall where they are.

The gravity doesn’t push.

Doesn’t pull, where they are.

Their world is an everlasting drought because their situations hold no regret.

Regret makes situations have gravity.

I wear a raincoat.

A raincoat to keep me dry from the tears.

That come from the gravity.

That comes from regret.

And those regrets tell me that I have no hope in my situations.

No confidence. But I know that one day I’ll stop that regret.

Regret will cease to exist

Because strength will sprout from the soil that is watered by the tears.

One day I won’t have to wear my raincoat.

One day it will rain not because I’m feeling down,

But because a cloud is ready to burst.

When that happens, I’ll throw off my raincoat.

Not gonna need it again anyway.

And I’ll enjoy the rain for the first time.

No salty tears landing on a raincoat.

Just raindrops landing on my head.

Cool, clear drops that release the gravity.

Rain that makes me able to move again,

Instead of making me hide.

Hiding under my raincoat.

<span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Jason "selfenlightenment" Meuse