Full Speed Behind

This next writing is actually a little off the beaten path. It was inspired by something I had read that has nothing to do with college life, but the more I read it, the more I feel it can be generalized and apply to much more than where it sprang. I challenge anyone to come up with the inspiration for this one. Give it your best shot.

The reason based in memory
Racing full speed behind
Bobbing on the screaming train
Chasing the unbearable
Infinite steam presses on

Suffer insanity or
escape to madness?
To limit the self to a cage,
a container,
and two stings a day
A refusal.
To deal for hell
A contract binding
with no jacket
straight into the incomprehensible
Bleeding to torture innocence

A young girl fallen to his hand
paralyzed by his mind
He places a ticket atop her wound
The next station at her side
Soon she’ll be traveling full speed behind

Standing Too Fast

Forced myself to my feat
My sight goes blank,
my brain weighs heavy

Feel my shoulders sink
My chest constrict
My throat close

Stumble over the seamless
Fumble for the flaws
Mumble the insignificant

Crashing without burning
Lying without speaking
Failing without trying

Standing too fast
I rise only to fall

Big News for Flying a Kite

No, I'm not getting published (yet). However, I've been accepted to grad school and I'm scheduling classes today. What does this mean for the blog? Well, silly, it means that there's going to be even more to write about! Also, there's been so much going on this summer between graduation and starting back that it just has to be included. (Enter the most recent post, Little Girl.) So while I'll still write about the undergrad experience, I'll be peppering in some grad school happenings as well. Get ready...

Little Girl

She's a little girl
in a big girl condition

They say she's simply afraid
That to lose her heart
is to lose her mind
and that they know she cannot handle
They say she's got much to share
but the little girl keeps it to herself
It sounds selfish
and maybe it is
but she hasn't quite learned

She can't quite manage
that which is intangible

How do I give a heart, she wonders
when I can't even feel it?
Who would want it, she questions
when I'm not sure it's even there?

The little girl has questions
which she knows she doesn't understand
Maybe eventually she'll find tangibility
Maybe one day she'll find her beat
Until then she's left to doubt

Goddamn,
I'm a little girl