Instincts.

Instincts.

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

So it is a lot like living

again. Breathing in deeply

and then pushing away all of

your human instincts and

running the razor. Most people

do not understand the peace

that comes from being able

to move against what the

world says you have to do.

I’m not saying all the little

scene kids should do this

to be “out of the box”

[not like they aren’t

doing it already]

But, when you can find your

self a million miles away

from the norm, something

amazing opens up

inside of you. And talking

to you, I suddenly realize

I have not been alone

this whole time here. That

maybe, just maybe there are

people out there who I can

lean on even if its just a

little bit.

So thank you. because

even if you don’t realize it.

This late night, early morning

on going conversation...

it has kinda saved me

from doing some stuff I

might regret a little bit

later.

 

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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I am generally a fan of works that are conversational as opposed to something that might be hung in a museum behind bulletproof plastic, the later works themselves coming off a bit like plastic. The tidbit that caught my attention most in this piece (my attention is odd) was the phrase - running the razor. I think that is simply the best phrase I have seen in what may have been longer than forever.

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I am generally a fan of works that are conversational as opposed to something that might be hung in a museum behind bulletproof plastic, the later works themselves coming off a bit like plastic. The tidbit that caught my attention most in this piece (my attention is odd) was the phrase - running the razor. I think that is simply the best phrase I have seen in what may have been longer than forever.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

its cool how you slip into conversation/ thanking in the end, it was like moving down a river being spit into the ocean, the weight the temp the feel changed.

Diiig it;)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really liked this, its interesting.
I see alot of meaning to this. (:

Good work!, keep writing (:

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

Falls Church, VA



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