Shooting up the highway
Ocean breeze running thru our hairs.
You shut your eyes and push your head all the way back.
Warm sun on your face,
A salty ocean scent fills up your nostrils.
Intoxicated by the sea
We head to the coast and I spit some game.
We are all of one mind.
And you can't begin to rationalize that
Because you are too busy attempting to
You turn to me and tell me to chill.
If you have several minds
Then do those have minds of their own too?
Is everyone living in one giant mind
Or is it just one giant mind-fuck no matter which way we steer the fuckery?
We hop off the pontoon
A little bit after noon
Back onto four wheels
Headed straight for the dunes (Montauk).
C Y R U S
P A V E L
Your life is an achievement
The odds of you actually existing as you are today are astronomical, especially when you take into consideration the chances of you being born at all is something like four hundred trillion to one. And that’s before your first breath.
From that first breath every minute of every day has had an effect on your life. Some minutes will have more of an effect than others, however, you need to…
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Note to self:
You are not asking for attention by using poetry as a
coping mechanism. He’ll never see it.
“That’s what’s so sad,” I say to myself.
And all I can do is nod to myself, because I am sad.
If the world was ending,
Stay where you are.
Don’t move, or you might will regret it.
Once upon a time I thought you’d come over
And, maybe, I’d cross your mind, but at 4:19 am, five
days before my 21st birthday, I’m begging you, if the
world was ending, stay there.
Don’t come see me.
I was never worth your time before and really,
nothing has changed, so you stay there and I’ll stay
here and pretend like I don’t miss you every
But, if I ever start getting feelings again, I’ll just say
what you said to me, “I’m good.”
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