Her words bellowed through the tainted air, bubbling with the sent of decay, as she calls out in vain for the sound of a returning voice. Broken glass lovingly wrapped in memory lay at her feet. As quickly as a heartbeat her eyes filled with tears. Wetness was not welcome here and the love that fell from her eyes was as a plague and burned the skin where it fell. Surrounded by emptiness, save a single beautiful scavenger, running for cover from the acidic night sky, red and purple, like the blood of God hanging in the heavens. No hope can survive here, but somehow she can smile and guffaw. As her bare soles scrape the broken concrete where once children played and dreamed, she is lost in a sadness that in and of itself is sweet and comfortable. as her hands bleed from clenching her fists to keep in the pain, she leans to the ground and kisses the crumpled flowers, trampled and soaked in sewage, and her lips are cleaner now than any other life has ever been. The zephyr blows hard on her dry cracked cheeks and it is all she can do to not scream out for help. But what is the point. No one can hear her here, or no on cares, maybe both. All she knows is that from where she stands on the mountainous waves of trash and violence, she is alone. She is the beating heart of a dead city, and only the quiet can hold her now. Her only friend now is emptiness. He is her best friend and never will he pull his icy hand from his hold in her sides. There is a strange comfort in knowing nothing else can be taken away and she feels it like fire. Enveloped in the certainty of forever, she wraps her bare skin in paper, pulls the glass shards from her heels and marches forward into the sea of nothing before her, content and waiting for the black fog that always follows her to the sunrise. She is alive, she is alone, she is everyone.
Im not feeling lonely right now (well my girl is at work so of course I miss her alot, but you know what I mean) I just felt like putting words to my personal idea of the feeling of loneliness. Everyone feels lonely sometimes and if I had to make that feeling into a "scene" thats how I'd see it. I wish it didnt talk about loneliness so much in the actual writing but for some reason I suck at writing poetry these days.
Uhm what else.....
Nothin really.
I am more happy right now than I have ever been in my entire life. I can't believe I survived for 23 years without this girl beside me. I don't understand how I ever managed to fall asleep all those nights without her, because I swear the only reason I can sleep lately is knowing her head is on my chest or my arms are around her makes me feel safe to fall asleep.
Baby, you are the only thing that has ever made me feel "right" inside.
I love you.
to everyone else, sorry for all the mushy crap (actually I dont really apologize cause I mean it all)
thats all
Zechariah
Sidewalk cracks and broken backs, what better way to say hello than with a kiss.
Im not feeling lonely right now (well my girl is at work so of course I miss her alot, but you know what I mean) I just felt like putting words to my personal idea of the feeling of loneliness. Everyone feels lonely sometimes and if I had to make that feeling into a "scene" thats how I'd see it. I wish it didnt talk about loneliness so much in the actual writing but for some reason I suck at writing poetry these days.
Uhm what else.....
Nothin really.
I am more happy right now than I have ever been in my entire life. I can't believe I survived for 23 years without this girl beside me. I don't understand how I ever managed to fall asleep all those nights without her, because I swear the only reason I can sleep lately is knowing her head is on my chest or my arms are around her makes me feel safe to fall asleep.
Baby, you are the only thing that has ever made me feel "right" inside.
I love you.
to everyone else, sorry for all the mushy crap (actually I dont really apologize cause I mean it all)
thats all
Zechariah
Sidewalk cracks and broken backs, what better way to say hello than with a kiss.
my answer to your writing:
i found the rod and curtains to replace over the window just over a week ago, and i replaced them. when the sun decided (as it periodically does) to half-heartedly shine in the morning after that hallowed event it was thankfully reduced in its usual self-righteous nature. it fought the layers of fabric and less than valiantly lost, my syes barely capable of noticing through lids more than half stuck shut from the previous night's alcoholic rampage.
(when i say rampage, i suppose i should have put it in quotes. i mean rampage as in how the sun made a concious effort to shine or the dead make a concious effort to stay dead.)
sometimes the phone will ring. i stare at it. sometimes i will even check who called. sometimes i try to call back. most times i don't.
sometimes i try to keep myself busy. sometimes i try to keep myself informed of what the world is, what it may become.
a week ago i sat in a bar. i wasn't alone, most of the seats were filled. i hadn't come with anyone and no one had come for me. i drank, the only words i spoke simply to ask for another. when i left a tip the bartender never met my eyes, never said goodbye, just took the money dutifully. i went outside to my car and rested my forehead against the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white as they clenched it with all the strength they possessed.
feeling lonely feels more alien than breathing.
xo
reprazent.
[Edited on Jun 14, 2004 10:53PM]