Bullets, train of thought

by Hitaru Higakura

in Poetry

Bullets, train of thought

As I sit there, feigning sleep,
I notice you, taking your place to my left.
Though I'm pretty sure you don't notice me.
Just another face in the crowd.
And for some reason I can't explain,
I feel like reaching out and touching you.
And this urge is very had to resist.
My entire body quakes in anticipation
Of a gesture I never plan on realizing.

My skin crawls with a touch that never was.
My neck arches with a shudder from an imagined breath
I could not recreate this feeling, fleeting as it was
Not can I understand it any better.
and so when you leave, a stop before mine,
My heart sighs, shivers inexplicably.
But the sensation is quickly forgotten.
Lessons in arts and letters and words fill my head.
And tomorrow, I know this for sure,
It'll all start over again.

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Sep 14th 2009
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This would be part of that 'massive amount of literature' I was talking about last week. (Or was it the week before that?) I've got a lot of spare time, and a lot of inspiration what with all these new things, people and environments. So I've got loads to write about.

This is pretty simplistic. Nothing much, but I think it really describes that instinct I have to get closer to people.

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hyperactiveice Says:

I'm pretty sure it was the week before (or I'm going crazy again) >.>

I... really like this.
Reminds me of how much I love to talk to random people at school that I don't know.

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