// misfit //

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We live in a world that treats the quiet ones like misfits, mutants, outcasts, freaks. Most people talk because they don’t have any idea what to say. Don’t disgrace the words by spilling them before they’ve impregnated you, been a heavy ridiculous burden inside the pulsing womb that is the mad torture of your own mind, grown into monsters with seven heads and screaming, until you are disturbed enough to feel them like thick vines tracking around your spine.

So often the world mistakes silence for ignorance, weakness, powerlessness, thoughtlessness, carelessness. But silence is how I write, how I grow rich, how I build my own bones and breed my own skin. The magic of the artist lies in the soundless, in the molten fluid pools of her willing and complete submission to the fullness of her every delicate experience.

How often to speak is to destroy the stimulus, to ruin the provocative overwhelm. The only hope I have of continuing to work is to remain alert, open to all of it. That everyday I may push further upon the unfolding of my own expanse.

There are infinite glorious worlds of pleasure and agony in my cup of silence.

And as they all misunderstand, I stay still and wait patiently like the wild hidden in the blood of the animal. I am quiet like an elegant death even as I watch you with the electricity of my entire being. I listen with my whole body as you speak. Like a thousand knives gutting the heavens are the beautiful invisible tremors I channel through me.

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~ Allison Marie Conway ~

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All my deepest love, gratitude, and mad affection. x

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Allison Marie Conway is the author of Vein (available now on Amazon) and the creator of Glory Begin Blog & Podcast. Her full body of work is focused on spirituality, sensuality, creativity and inspiration. Email Allison at glorybegin@gmail.com

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4 thoughts on “// misfit //

  1. Rami

    Very nice, I feel the passion in your work-

    “…I stay still and wait patiently like the wild hidden in the blood of the animal.”

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  2. Julian Brasington

    True – there is much to be said for quiet, and for the sifting of words, and for a poet a noisy kind of silence makes the words turn. But don’t you think that words are the slipperiest of fish? They seem to have meaning, but that meaning is never static and rarely shared, and what is meant is so rarely understood. I think of words as veils: something to be lifted, peeped behind, but in the knowledge that the flesh is never revealed. Words are a beautiful way of shaping the world, but a poor way communicating; far better, I like to think, a touch, a glance, a kiss. But even then? I well remember kissing a woman I had long desired and the kiss, beautiful as it was, felt in the moment like the dying of a swan. But to me only, I’m sure. And there’s the rub and the beauty: we bring our own experiences to every moment, every word, and in sharing loose and lose our meaning to the shaping of our co-authors.

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Your comment made me think, thank you so for that. “. . . like the dying of a swan.” What a perfect and beautiful image, I understand just what you mean. Perhaps we seek the mystery most, we want the secret and to not know the secret. Such truth, all things bring with them the worlds and worlds of the other. Wishing you a beautiful, inspired day, my friend.

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