false memory's

just the story of really me take it as you will was i waiting for god the ghost of a loved one or just a memory of the old me you diced i kinda like it its my first story.

I'm siting on the bench again , i don't see you not yet , they say your coming keep laughing at me like if i was crazy i hear them ..just to wait thats the best thing is wait, wait , wait ,wait ,wait .. well  i cant wait any more! ( i stand up screaming at the night sky so angry so Nerve recked) i waited day and night just to hear you smell you feel you know you were real not just in my head playing with me ! (i sit back again as i keep my eyes to the sky. so beautiful its so dark and yet so blue and full with the blinking eyes of the stars each one winking like they know) what! (i stand again) what you think you know me ? you think you know what iv been through. (there watching me always watching poking fun. your not here yet two years now still not here i take the pill it gos down slides past the Little dangling thing down the shaft of my insides and plop, acids work away at the skin fast i feel the rushing of my veins as this new yet far to familiar chemical runs through me i sit and let it take over stars stop watching me the People go away stop mocking fun of me I'm better now still waiting i look donuts late.)  8 pm time to leave ! ( i say as i grab my bag i stand up and start to walk to wards the gates of the park, so green so happy in the day yet at night so alone and dark like a person with to sides) like  jackal and hide. (the wind strides through the leaves, rushing energy of it hits me i feel your hands on my cheek you lips on my forehead you whisper then your gone, i fall to my knees and cry like a child with out a mother lost in the wide space of a mall i cry alone dispirit with only your Finle words that were so lovingly whispered to comfort me but even then it hurts to think all this time and all it took was two second for me to feel over whelmed by your sent your touch and your kiss and the truth of my so called false memory's.

Reviews

[mick weller]

with only your Finley words (?)
there is a great honest simple -icity to your work,
like jagged and torn - all crazed up
don't lose it!

[Dave Lounsbury]

Nice work, you painted a very vivid picture with your words.