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Category: Writing and Poetry
in spirit she exsist only in a boys dream world of clouds marshmallows and slides.
i take her by the hand and venture of into the unknown.
i take her to into the dark woods to show her the tree stump to revist the heart that once pumped inside my chest that now lays on this tree stump like a trophey of sorrow.
the heart is decayed and dehidrated.
"that used to be inside me" i said
"What happend to it" she asked
allot of things, i lived the life of a curious boy . . . only to be mislead and betrayed by the cruel ways of the world.
she just rolled her eyes
so how do you live without a heart?
i dunno
that doesn't seem possible.
i know.
but in this dreamland i guess it is.
she let go of my hand
i've never had an imaginary friend till i turened 27 and when times are hard she sits there waving at me with that pretty little smile.
i blush and turn my head like a 5 year old hiding from a pretty nurse.
i almost convince myself she is there and i take a another look.
to my dismay she vaporizes before i can even get a second glance.
my heart is playing tricks on me.
time for self improvement, it was always time for that but no one ever motivated me.
i'm just soo lazy and the final out come of satisfaction seem like a fairy tale.
i try to be optimistic for my friends that are going through tough times.
i can't help but be pessimistic.
that glass is half empty. . . no no no no silly, that glass is half full.
fuck that, this glass needs more beer.
an endless supply of the good old arrogant bastard to numb the ache of reality.
to disguize the real deal and make it seem everything is ok.
reality check
skipping in slow motion and enjoying the momment knowing that everything is fine till you turn your head and see that your dog is getting ran over.
your still in slow motion and there is no other rewind option.
only replay.
your dog is dead.
your dog is dead.
your dog got ran over.
what the fuck.
imagine flying over a sea with 9 passengers and you're falling from an hellicopter because everyone voted you out because you weighed too much and if you were still on board they would not reach a safe destination.
they pushed you out half a mile.
your life flashes before you.
first memory.
saturday morning cartoons.
family.
nintendo.
all the people you liked and lusted over.
everyone you love
all those and more at the same time.
gasp for air before the impact.
the impact is an iceberg.
falling in slow motion you are viewd from the side as you dangle your arms and legs for hopes that you can fly.
the tip of the iceberg slowly pierces your shirt. . . . then your skin. . . your chest plate and slowly your heart and you can hear it rip. you feel the pain of your own death but you are still alive.
that's how i can only describe a sigh without showing you my favorite painting.
how dramatic can i be?
Very!
3:48 PM
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