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Story begins: In a field, a farm, a barn in northern New England. A family of two set out for a little while. Boots laced up nice and tight, for this dead autumn night, though her face was barely even breathing. They’re going to see a friend in Amarita isle. The hike is a fetch, a 16 mile stretch through a plowed out center of harvest. Hills and mountains haven’t seemed so god damn high. He goes for her hand, she smiles – it’s grand, he pictures her as his angel harpist, playing her songs from the sky.
“Late night, we’re feasting on our own love, lover.”
They arrived at half past dawn, singing ancient Irish song, their approach to his house began to tire. When they opened up the door, he was 3 feet above the floor, he tied his neck to a string of piano wire. She collapsed like a breaking stone, he was left there all alone, he said “in the name of God, your no kind of lover.” She deserted herself like a ghost. He said “in the name of God, he was my brother.”
Packed in, her whole life she ran off screaming. It’s not that she couldn’t be compassionate it’s just that his corpse proved unhealthy for her. He got angry that she left him there so he walked into the sunrise till he reached the ocean, bare and unwanted.
“Late night, we’re feasting on our own love, lover.”
They arrived at half past dawn, singing ancient Irish song, their approach to his house began to tire. When they opened up the door, he was 3 feet above the floor, he tied his neck to a string of piano wire. She collapsed like a breaking stone, he was left there all alone, he said “in the name of God, your no kind of lover.” She deserted herself like a ghost. He said “in the name of God, he was my brother.”
Packed in, her whole life she ran off screaming. It’s not that she couldn’t be compassionate it’s just that his corpse proved unhealthy for her. He got angry that she left him there so he walked into the sunrise till he reached the ocean, bare and unwanted.
Literature
I'm Fine
Im fine really
No really Im fine
Why am I crying?
Im not crying
I just have something in my eye
I swear Im fine
Really I am
No hard feelings
Why are you pushing me?
I already told you Im fine
No Im not depressed
What do you mean whats on my arm
Thats nothing
The cat scratched me, thats all
No I didnt cut myself
People who do that are crazy
I didnt cut myself
Dont think youre that special that I would want to do that
Why wont you leave me alone?
Just leave me alone
Thats all I ask
Youre not that important anyway
What do you mea
Literature
PTSD
PTSD
Heart tick tick ticking
Harder, louder
Perspiration cold against the neck
Foreheads on fire
Palms clammy cool
Prickles down the arm
Head's pounding ringing
A human fire alarm
Anxious, trembling
Concentration will refrain
Stress will take over
Scattering the brain,
Here there everywhere,
Recycling the thoughts
the past has embedded
In the mind.
Play Rewind. Play Rewind.
A twisted sitcom
On rerun.
Change the channel,
I've seen this one.
Take the remote,
Before it comes back,
Turn off this panic attack.
Poetry By: Sasha aka INDUSTREAL
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The Empty Fields of Massachusetts is a seven part story that I am making into seven songs. Here's the first part, written in July of 2004.
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