From Here to There and all the Gutters Between

A purge. Jesus I want to be done...I want to be over this.

 

I promised myself I wouldn't find myself here again. But, this is me I am talking about. I am a sucker for the words that glide easily off lips like mercury. I believe in the lies that you put on the table for me to take. But I swore it off...and it worked...for a couple of years.

For those few years that I swore off guys, I didn't write. It kind of gave me a sense of bewliderment, as I considered myself one who didnt need the masculine species to give me the drive to push the ink. This is me. I talk about coffee, cars, booze (and Im drinking as I type this), cigarettes, sex, waffle house musings...I digress...

 

This is for Linden, Kevin, David, Nate, for all the muses that have seen me from various gutters in these past years. This is for the music that makes it hurt to think, to feel...this is for everyone who got to see me at my worst, but also those same people got to see me shine for a little bit.

 

My face is a bit dirty...My knees are a little scraped and I am, overall, a little worse for wear. Ive grown up a lot. Through the points A and B...Ive grown, kicking, screaming...and Im more bitter, and Im more angry...something about catching a muse at the right time sends me into a state of being outside of myself...

Reviews

[alan khan]

this was pretty cool. the second stanza is pretty awesome. you sound like a ideal chick. this had a realy great flow to it and i like your style. great work.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Writers a muses are like a married couple, either pushing each other to succeed or giving the silent treatment... I like the self introspective you posed as an example to how difficult it can be.

[Forest Green]

As a beholder (of sorts) of the before and after...yes, I sense a modest change, a development, a stone-reality. And I wish you the very best. It's strange, this place. I've only recently returned. Odd how when I did post this most recent tale, I thought of you; wondered if beginning again you would be there. My midnight solace...

Hello again, Amber...;)
(Formerly Forest Green)

[Alessander]

intriguing. it's a sort of rant/prosepoem...the content itself intermingles art and love, but men are objectified,, relegated (or elevated?) to muses. I find it strange that the character can only write when involved with men, hmmm...I would also like to see "the worst", specifica incidents that complement the tone...well, that's all I got. The title btw reminds me of that quote, "we're all in the gutters, somee of us are just looking up at stars."

p.s. not to spam u with my shameless selfpromotion lol but I think u may like my poem "Aubade: the last dawn before mortality" - it's similar to this in theme...just a thought:)

[Bubo]

Its good to see you back.........and yes, some gutters are sweeter than others, dont be bitter or angry.........just move on, and remember what a fab writer you are.

[cest la vie]

Ahh, but see the muse has been within you all along.. May be lying on that little shelf,in the back, under the dust.. It was always there.. This is a wonderful, honesty piece. I will be back to read more..