Scream

free write on an insominac night

See internally I scream, its the same place my soul bleeds words written by angel feathers that where singed by demon flames

 

yes I scream

 

Though internally I fear it may show on my face, the food I taste, the way I try and pick up lifes pace ,to maybe erase the place where I internally scream

 

When did Zeus or be it Eros feeling more like Anubiss decide to bless/curse these mortal eyes? to realize the vibrant colors of life have faded from azure blues, scarlet and crimson to the thin grey line

 

I seek understandment cuz my thoughts run deep through vortexeses of cerbeal cortexes finding nibulus to nexus, till it exits on a computer screen

 

Is there nobody that still heres the call for adventure? taking drives to nowhere hearing the fabled winds call, realizing truth is in the moment not the past or the future.

 

I struggle finding myself supressing who I am for those I love, Its not that im trying to change but wake you the f**k up. Take a chance life is short but can be so sweet stop sweating the small s**t TRY IT TRY IT and try it again. Love and dont let yourself get in the way of that love till it hurts love till you cant possible overcome the joyous feeling pure ecstacy bliss just overall f*****g contempment and then when you reached that point love some more

 

I fear the problem being that nobody could possibly understand me because most of you dont understand yourselves

 

take the time to soul search

 

 

take the time to scream

Author's Note

free write so grammar and structure where not taken into condieration

Reviews

[Kaelani]

wow its long but its really good keep it up

[Rambling Prose]

This is an excellent piece & I really enjoyed the read. I love your word choices used to drawl the reader into this silent, restless scream, within one's dreams; the title is so fitting.

"its the same place my soul bleeds words written by angel feathers that where singed by demon flames"

I love the imagery in this line & quite a few others. My mind's eye immediately visualized a quill in the hands of a writer wrestling with the inner turmoil between that which he wishes to do - good - and that which we do - evil.

The message is poignant: how can we understand others when we don't even understand ourselves. Love until it hurts & often times, it does just that - hurts.

I'm sending you a note to touch on a few typos. A job well done!