Free Write

So here it is.. my open words.
Here I am just came through the door.
For miles I walked, on my feet, flesh and bone, nearly all day long.

Been worrisome.
Wonder-some -
lacking honesty, perhaps. and bravery like
All I will do from here is wrong.
I walked the few miles - all the way home

Cursing from thought to thought, you know..
And checking the reflection of my demeanor in each
Window.

It’s hideous.
The way the mind works sometimes.
Devious and tricky
Blasphemous and retarded
Yet shrouded deep in memory.
Mannerisms automatic
Like they’re in my genes
Like the apt to breathe.

And a fool’s curse is habit.

I know this from my own past.

I observe this all around me.

Really,
I believe there’s little I can say
Because the habit’s got my brain.
And, reader, know it’s mostly true.
That when
you don’t want
You don’t have.
And when you won’t stop
You’re just
not
all
there.

Reader, I know
I speak in tongue
And riddles.

Smoke ribbons
around my fingers.
Silver rings. And
Leather..
And in my eyes falls thick, piecey hair
Typing beneath the cloud of
Marijuana blowing in the air.



And I have so many thoughts
Walking, always
watching spirals and
white-out eyes and mouths that talk
with out bodies
And faces,
so many faces I’ve met or simply seen
Are in my thoughts, like a wall that’s spinning
they’re calculated and precise
No matter what control I have on my mind..
Always I’m a genius
And the speaker
[ I ]
Cannot articulate the world within, moving.
Cannot remember all that was and all that could be
if there was a bit more focus
less of a poacher, god be damned,
Indeed I dislike talking.

And as my teeth get crooked
My heart feels heavier
And my fever for the void
Turns into delirium


Ah,
Yes my friend it is true
I could go on forever
Like in a brothel with
Henry Miller.
I’m in a bottle
filling up with water
About to spill over the top
as it seems near destined to fall.

I squeeze my hands together
I rub my weightless shoulders.
I let things fall as they may
now
Because I feel reckless

Oh these days
I do not seem ideal
It’s only been a month
Or maybe it’s two or three.

Alas, I must forget that there’s so much more to say
Because, sweet person, I just do not feel the same
As I would if I
Were
Prompted
To be sane.

Author's Note

only edit is me ---> [I]

Reviews

[RocketshipTammy]

Wonderful writing :) Great flow and message.

[Jetta Zippora]

So gorgeous. It is lyrical and it flows spectacularly. It's soothing, inspiring, and the words are perfectly put together. I really enjoyed this. Great write, friend.

[barricade]

WOW!!!! This...is...deep! love the way your words build up slowly...like a storm...and just enthrall me...i love it! great work...keep it up!

[Antonio Valentino]

lots of line breaks, im not complaining, your style reminds me of my own.. im really enjoying what ive read so far.. its pretty bril..

Antonio

[Everett DeValle]

One word: AWESOME.

Your free write just blew my mind...lovely flow.

~Ev

[Wolfwind]

Awesome flow of thought! I loved how it was directed squarely at the reader and the words seems to react of the readers silent thoughts as the flow of the words danced down the page. Very nice style. =)

Aaron

[Dez H.]

i love this. So deep and passionate, words coming together like legos. I like yo style.

[Forest Green]

...a fool's curse is habit.

what a nice, pivotal line. to be capped by the final verse 'were prompted to be sane.'

Very poetic free verse..wonderful..!

[Keith]

Wow, my head started swimming as I read this. You thoughts jumping and rushing past in a swirl of phantom images.
The marijuana must have been really good :)
Anyway, excellent free write.

[Laura Maidah]

Not generic. Not that slow. NICE! You're definitely a talent. Good effort!