Blink

Imagine

Sarah Osit — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 07:56:12 +0000

Picture this in a world with things that hold loneliness
Those who embrace can really feel
Cold intensity and living bone structures

Listening to a lot of harp makes those feel
They are not listening closely enough
If whispers could even attract the dead

A whole of which has no ears
The real cause of abandonment
Lays beneath struggles

Drops of rain buried beneath insects
They ingest the rain to drink
Lay to waste the life span of a day

Poor hearts are put to rest
The breaking has such a sharp sound
Much like the first scrape on fresh skin

We are there holding the sadness
Upon millions of others that feel much like quiet
Untying laces and setting tables

Relaxation is key in this unending battle
To be like insect
To be like loneliness

Imagine a world

It Was Really Important To Wake Up In The Morning

Sarah Osit — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 09:50:27 +0000

I wish that I had a lover that made it more convenient
When you try to explain yourself it feels forced
Because they should already know

Have any ideas been exchanged lately
There was a beach outing
You went too early to really make it important

It was sad but only because it was all falling apart
Mostly because he was insensitive
You knew for a long time the sex was good

When it came to really loving it was never a question
There were moments when everything was remembered
Family mostly

That felt really good, they were so polite
Sometimes when you feel the brush of others
You may think that it is what you want only

Mainly it was great in the best of ways

The Good Ideas

Sarah Osit — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 20:00:21 +0000

Learning more about the bubbles
When conversations overlap
There is a chance they become focused

Walk away
Than teaching gets louder
A word talks

Together!
Together!
No form of doing what is needed to happen

No problem set to design
The beginnings to openings
Makes the anyway connected to the hard time

Building a house
As an art project
How to idolize to come first prepared

Kid

Sarah Osit — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 01:57:34 +0000

The ladybug feels good
When it crawls on a leaf
Walks around in a circle
It can’t fall

Who could do that
Could it be that small
Crawl into a portion of the room
Make sonnets come out of the telephone

It’s hard to focus
Just one thing
Bouncing from leaf to leaf
Flying maybe

Gan-doofy

Sarah Osit — Mon, 13 Sep 2010 15:38:12 +0000

There is an understanding
That famous artists will always teach classes
When they are high

They will share ideas
Of individualism
This is all we ever do

Then they will speak one of their many languages
Then refer to their work
Do you feel good

Smart
Enlightened
Maybe when the pattern is recognized

The wine will be sipped
Tapping into the right mind
The exchange is very pretentious

Targeting one fellow out of the rest
These days when there is teaching
So many times there is talk of myself

Happy Hour

Sarah Osit — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 05:04:35 +0000

Some guy got up and gave his seat to a woman on the subway
That was before he complemented another woman’s painted blue toenails
She had really nice toes
They were all beautiful
The one who slipped through my fingers
Never drinking enough to get caught up in feelings
There is never not a time to want to go to Yellowstone
It is hard to write in straight lines
Everything is beautiful
Not only if it is expected to be

Word Count 64

Sarah Osit — Sat, 15 May 2010 05:10:18 +0000

As a couple
Together
There is lipstick stained
Around areas you may not want to discuss

There is sadness
Of being pulled apart
A couple of times
Just as one

Time not plural
Not anymore at least
It stinks in here
It’s probably you

You sleep with your mouth
Open
Wonder how many
Bugs crawl in

A couple
Or
Maybe it was
One at a time

HE GOT THE GOOD ONE

Sarah Osit — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 23:45:26 +0000

Outside is really where you find the noise
Tired all day
Energy is a lie
Quite good to touch hand to peel
Suck the juices of an orange
The bugs are back

ROAD CONSTRUCTION WOKE ME UP THIS MORNING

Sarah Osit — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 19:32:30 +0000

Her hair covered her
So you could no longer
See her
Like hand sticks to pen
Scraped knees of summertime

The way they notice

Sarah Osit — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 01:43:28 +0000

Do you know how long it took
To laugh so loud
Barely noticing the dripping
It hurts to think of times
When it was negative
Though slightly aware
Paintings across shelves
Rearranging rooms to fit in order
Think back to fruits
The way they bloom yet
Don’t recognize the purpose
We are all blooming
No revelation can inspire
Passionate love
Breeds within us
We are creating at a rapid rate
We can’t even stop
That’s how intense it is
Speak as whole
They will know what you mean
When you say that all of us are involved
Whether we want to be or not
Preaching every step that takes us
Closer
Closer
The door will never be shut
Keep open for the appearance
Of the Beginning