Above the Surface
NOTE: When I write my slams, I put them in a sort of "format" with special characters that dictate certain pause lengths. Before, I would "simplify" it and write my slams in semi-normal English punctuation/grammar for you guys, but I'm leaving it as it is from now on. This poem makes use of |, which dictates a moderate pause, and the "double-comma", which sounds sort of like two commas. The || denotes a longer pause than a single |.
Now, without further ado...
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I ducked my head above the surface after looking at you with nothing to say, because words are like oxygen and you seemed to be in temporary suffocation.
I realized you are either an angelfish, or very bad for me, or giving the wrong impression, because these kinds of days have been largely underwater.
I take things out of you that you have never seen.
look into the wetness...
turn back the clock until we can jump into that water without so much as a second glance and take this as just another one of those little lessons you learn sometimes when you least expect it. "Is that a look of disappointment on your face?" "No, this is my normal expression." "Well, how unfortunate." ( based on a real life conversation, FUCK YOU Mrs. G. Schuck! )
I saw your tongue once every three days,
And now it is only once every three weeks. ||
Some days I feel relieved they know just the way to tug the words out from the inside of my tongue, because some days I am not fluent in any known language,, thoughts stuck outside of a world I have to say I still haven't quite gotten the hang of
I told them, "I know what it can be like and I’ll tell you what it is you could do," but I could have said something similar to "Catsafrats McFicklebobbles" and they still would have known exactly how to decode it
You would have said to me, "I am worried for you, Andres" but you didn't have to say a word because it never would have made a difference...
I've never been the kind to sink in water. That is one thing we'll never have in common.|
I saw your tongue once every three days,
And it is now only once every three weeks. ||
I felt a storm come in this direction once, and you were there. This was a dream, I think.
In the few days I knew you, I caught a storm, swirling in the same place it was coming from and the same place it is now | I have to say: it was awfully convenient.
Now these days I wake and sleep surrounded by the wind and clutter of pretending you were nothing more than an independant variable that never existed; but that wind and clutter travelled in the same place where you were in the same place it was coming from and the same place it is now, so the only conclusion is it's the same storm |
and that because this is its second visit, it brought all these memories about you back,, and dropped them at your door, and I touch your blood ||
you show me your tongue again, and I haven't seen it in three days, but it still looks just the same.
Now, without further ado...
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I ducked my head above the surface after looking at you with nothing to say, because words are like oxygen and you seemed to be in temporary suffocation.
I realized you are either an angelfish, or very bad for me, or giving the wrong impression, because these kinds of days have been largely underwater.
I take things out of you that you have never seen.
look into the wetness...
turn back the clock until we can jump into that water without so much as a second glance and take this as just another one of those little lessons you learn sometimes when you least expect it. "Is that a look of disappointment on your face?" "No, this is my normal expression." "Well, how unfortunate." ( based on a real life conversation, FUCK YOU Mrs. G. Schuck! )
I saw your tongue once every three days,
And now it is only once every three weeks. ||
Some days I feel relieved they know just the way to tug the words out from the inside of my tongue, because some days I am not fluent in any known language,, thoughts stuck outside of a world I have to say I still haven't quite gotten the hang of
I told them, "I know what it can be like and I’ll tell you what it is you could do," but I could have said something similar to "Catsafrats McFicklebobbles" and they still would have known exactly how to decode it
You would have said to me, "I am worried for you, Andres" but you didn't have to say a word because it never would have made a difference...
I've never been the kind to sink in water. That is one thing we'll never have in common.|
I saw your tongue once every three days,
And it is now only once every three weeks. ||
I felt a storm come in this direction once, and you were there. This was a dream, I think.
In the few days I knew you, I caught a storm, swirling in the same place it was coming from and the same place it is now | I have to say: it was awfully convenient.
Now these days I wake and sleep surrounded by the wind and clutter of pretending you were nothing more than an independant variable that never existed; but that wind and clutter travelled in the same place where you were in the same place it was coming from and the same place it is now, so the only conclusion is it's the same storm |
and that because this is its second visit, it brought all these memories about you back,, and dropped them at your door, and I touch your blood ||
you show me your tongue again, and I haven't seen it in three days, but it still looks just the same.