The Exquisite Pain, VOL 400.23

What is the definiton for exquisite

The exquisite pain isn’t something uniquely created for a special person….

Like a grammy

Or an Oscar

This is for everybody

Each one of us

Letting go and hanging on all at once

Addicted

Toxic love

Taste it

U like…..

Feel it

U want more

……the exquisite pain is a combination of sweat and love secretions that mix into broken bonds and believable lies ….the exquisite pain lies

To you

In front of you

Naked

Drink it……what we should fear we become brave for, what we should shy away from

We cheer on….bring on…..

Willingly wrap the tiniest of strings around our pinkie until we knowingly bleed …

Internally…..

The exquisite pain lives at it’s best……internalized…..power silence….

What is your pain.

What hurt, is so exquisite 

that you go back for more and more,

leaving each time,

5% less of yourself…..


*****************Found in old journal from 2003, before visiting an open mic***********

7/11/03

A poem about loneliness

To be lonely or to be sick

If given a choice

Which one would you pick

You could be sick and surrounded by friends

Or play like you’re not, so the fun never ends

But to be lonely

Is to be all alone

No one at home

No one calling on the phone

The air thick with silence

Your imagination running out

Your throat is pulsating

With the urge to shout

Time is moving slowly

And still not one call

So you give up, take your clothes off

And into the bed you crawl

If at the beginning

I were given a choice

There would’ve been no stutter in my voice

And no hesitation for me to say

That I’d choose sick

Over lonely any day