Swagtastic Voyage.A Poem by Jesse LancasterTitle by Mark Granade, my lovely roommate. A strange name to fit a strange poem. I wanted to try a different kind of flow to my work.
Previous Version This is a previous version of Swagtastic Voyage.. simple words that held no memories sicken me, you are infectious This is everything you wanted, wasn't it? Or was it? Sometimes I can't tell who I am, my masks get tangled--meshed, and I get lost in translation. Don't know whether I'm shelled up in my fear, or just got lost in the act. A tiny lapse in this show, curtain falls and suddenly things have changed. It's not that I don't feel alone, it's that I know I'm not. I've got this veil of a smile that hides my past and thoughts-- makes me a mystery, a jar that won't open but is on the verge of breaking, full of whatever I couldn't leave behind, fragments of that my own worst enemy. These ghosts without sheets that break through my teeth, crawl in through my mouth, seep into my dreams but won't leave with the day, this nightmare I can't flee. Yet I know these aren't just projections of my sleep, memories buried out in the backyard and left to rot, these weatherworn skeletons better left forgotten.
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Added on October 11, 2011 Last Updated on October 12, 2011 Tags: swag, swagtastic voyage, translation, lost, show, veil, curtain, not alone, north, jar, dreams, nightmare, mystery, recluse, introversion AuthorJesse LancasterManchester, CTAboutI'm Jesse Lancaster. No I'm not. I am: 19 And now: @ Uni for my sophomore year. My writing draws heavy influences from the music I listen to, other writers (such as Chuck Palahniuk, John Green a.. more..Writing
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