White Noise

My fan drowns out the noise of the city streets as I sleep. Squared out silence displaced from my eardrums as the earth hums. The rise and fall of this dirt crusted layer in my chest, with every trip of my heart flux, flowing molten lava at its crux. Years deep in prehistoric records, marking every natural disaster to the birth of one celled organisms that make a home in my lungs, and breed. It’s the bang of utter desolation that brings me back, to my framed and paved reality, primal angst wrapped in cotton threads, sweaty and all alone in my twisted head.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 4/17/2018 9:50:00 PM
This is an amazing piece, I love it. And I have fans and a machine specifically for white noise all humming away.
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Andreanna Escamilla
Date: 4/17/2018 10:21:00 PM
Thank you
Date: 4/16/2018 8:05:00 PM
I love the flow of this and your word choices! Nice imagery as well!
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Andreanna Escamilla
Date: 4/17/2018 10:21:00 PM
Thank you
Date: 7/4/2017 9:20:00 AM
This is really, really good. Welcome to poetry soup. Hope you dont relent in giving us such quality words from your deep soul.
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Date: 6/30/2017 10:03:00 AM
This is wonderful. I love your thoughts and apt creativity. Welcome to poetry soup.
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Date: 6/28/2017 9:24:00 PM
My favorite line: "...primal angst wrapped in cotton threads, sweaty and all alone in my twisted head." A very "cool" poem indeed.
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