Booze (this one hurts me like too much of that one ) My face. Hmmmmm.... I used to know it a long time ago, before it was beaten up so badly with the stones of lies and the sticks of insecurity But no time to get to know myself, so I find myself once again racing through the streets of center city, always racing and never with enough time to stop and really let the beauty sink in like too many commercials but always enough time for the ugly. The faces that stare and distort, are they wanting something from me? I cant tell you but I can tell you about me stumbling out of there, seems like everywhere I park is worth a ticket. Just throw it in the pile, someday someday.. Racing again, always racing, never enough time to pick up on the love like too many paintings. only the hate. Did I meet someone last night? A girl? a boy?! No, no, the bed was empty when I left, Im sure of that. The enviorment growing around me, rising above me and laughing and making me smaller is so done, they dont know how little time they have left but I have a general idea man just writing this is starting to make me feel sick and my stomach is nauseas my socks are soaked and stuck to my shoes and my hair is a mess, I need to shave and take a shower cleanses the mind and the body rid oneself of the day before and embrace the moment the rest of it is simply a massive blur of bright lites and dark skies, no dinner for me and more booze and blues forget practicing today maybe tomorrow will be the day I have been waiting for but I know thats another lie, I will find myself alone, chasing the setting sun of a distant past I used to love, and a distant future I may never know. This is not a story, really, my friends but rather an account of my rediculous self pity, laziness, and shallow ego sinking in a deep pool. one day connects to another, today is the shadow of tomorrow and tomorrow is the present future of yesterday. If you wish to know anythng, know that we are all wasting time. (I dont know if I like this peice, but I guess thats the whole point of writing it)
Really? Thanks! I have been getting some nice comments, so this is really pumping me up to write more, practicing for journalism! And yea, I am an alky what can I say, it always leads me into those moments that are worth writing about, this not being one of them, rather this is about alcohol kicking my ass
An alky at age 21? Dude, try to get that under control. I realize you can derive writing inspiration from it, but it would be a shame to have your talent end up in the ER, on life support, or behind bars. OK, I'm done preaching. Still, you have a lot of potential. Keep up the writing.
Thanks, yea I know, I need to chill out, I have been drinking since I was 12! :tongue: and actually, its funny you mention jail, the thread I have in here called summer is about going to jail while on vacataion with my ex fiance and my son. I was in there for hit and run, long story, definitley not my fault though!
ur writing is really good but i agree, u gotta get that alcohol thing under control. i was headed that direction myself until while living with my father when i was younger i had to sit and watch the alcohol kill him at age 48. its not worth it. u can still write awesome shit without the alcohol. good luck and keep writing
you're writing style reminds me of e e cummings..one of my favorite poets next to sylvia plath. keep up the writing.
Thanks Teresa, to be honest I dont know who those poets, are , and to be honest again I dont really like reading, and I can barley stand writing. Im more of a musician, and I dont want to read others writings for fear of copying What I do, I dont know why I do it, it just happens, I cant force it else it would be meaningless!
well see that makes it all the better . I'm alittle bit of everything hahaha. musician, poet, scientist, therapist..just keep doing what you're doing and let it flow naturally . You might learn that you like writing more than you think..hehehehe..i swear I never expected to be writing poetry almost 11 years later (been writing since I was 11) and I started writing for school (extra credit will drive you to do anything if you're failing!!)
Like the poem, man. It has real feeling behind it, which is what poetry is all about! The alcohol thing...you'll quit when you need to quit and not a day sooner. That's the way the world works.
I like it.... reminds me of past situations that are not entirely gone.. are they ever? i have a love/hate relationship with alcohol and other substances.
Wow, 4 months ago. I forgot I wrote this, this was when I lived in center city :tongue: I've already moved 3 times since then, and at the moment me and my son are without a home but are crashing on a friends floor. But, I actually gave up the heavy drinking! Now I only drink about twice a week. When I wrote this I was getting smashed every conciouss moment that wasnt spent working. Thank you all for the replys, its amazing how much life changes in such a short amount of time
