Quiet, I'm thinking.

[Bloom.Quist]

Quiet, I’m thinking.
By, Luke Bloomquist

I’m sitting in a quiet library. Rain pouring outside.
Drips and drops and storms of water spots
splashing aimlessly through the dark Oregon air
to crash into a puddle of those that were cast down before.
I’m making rhythms by hitting these keys.
1, 2, bump, 1, 2, bump.
Making beats on my laptop keyboard, thinking of words
that possess a movement similar to the one I’m giving to this paper.
It is music before it has even been printed: now that’s beauty.
I’ve been stressed lately.
1, 2, bump, 1, 2, bump.
School and making money have got my mind
focused on letter grade and cake,
when it should be mumbling something about love and sunshine.
But sounds keep stormin’ and the rain outside keeps pourin’.
The weather’s not my fault,
if you would like to make an appointment with God to discuss it,
you can schedule it with his secretary: her name is poetry.
1,2, bump, 1, 2, bump.
My heart skips beats as it tries to dash in opposite directions:
north to where my hand is being held, south to where my excitement is hiding.
It’s being stretched,
and if the drumbeat of my soul doesn’t make up its mind soon, shoot.
Someone’s going to get hurt.
1, 2, bump, 1, 2, bump.
And blood, sweat, and tears are the last thing
my eyes want to see right now.
They dealt too much a year ago with all of that;
seeing the backside of water is nothing special
when it’s a waterfall of familiar tears.
I miss quiet places. This library helps me think.
Actually I’m not really thinking, just spitting.
My mouth is moving endlessly and openly to the sound of…silence.
I’m wording vocals and syllables to the rhythm
of my keyboard’s syntax, but no noise escapes past my lips,
just rambled letters jumbled up on my screen
like some sort of opinionated word find:
1, 2, bump, 1, 2, bump.
I bet you can’t find ‘success’, it’s almost impossibly hidden.
Don’t worry, laziness, disappointment, and anxiety
are in there multiple times, in all directions.
You’ll do just fine, you’ll see.
Just follow the rhythms and beats of my keyboard.
They’re spelling out musical tones and out loud epitomes of drum solo’s,
just dying to be made into something worthwhile.
1, 2, bump, 1, 2, bump.
1, 2, bump, 1, 2, bump.

[Spekz.]

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then close this.
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that kills it.

^^I was informing you...its people like you that create dead forums. just go leave feedback on two pieces..your world wont end.

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[Soul Slayer]

iI felt that you wrote this well but not to the best of your ability. the flow was there and the ideas kept coming. Unique but i feel that your emotion in this read kinda slacked as you went on with the writing. But it was a good read non the less.