A simple reply
by AlexanderWillBe
Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-28 03:00:00
Parent message is 9704
Like me and unreal tournament
you have done yourself proud
i need your help
i want to write as you have done but different.
shit the phone keeps ringing and interrupting me
an invisible, unfeelable pain surging through my bowl every time
its time to unplug you you fuckin bastard,
die…………..
thats better, now i can resume
i walk blindfolded into this maze of thoughts,
unsure,in dought, “bazzled”.
pride and greatness waiting for me at the exit almost unreachable
i don’t unerstand some peices,
more so than those i do.
i feel as though i have been drained,
vacuumed for creativity which was once so fine. Thoughts no longer fly as they should, as the moon flies past the clouds, or the clouds past the moon, i ain’t sure
any more.
anyway we might talk tomorrow if you are there, you know who i am
Shit this could backfire. This could be wrong,
perhaps this beginning was,is a mistake.
Maybe writing is not for me,
my thoughts my feelings always trapped
locked down in the sulphurous fire of hell
in my mind, that cannot be
i must let it all free
through my future attempts at poetry.
I hate leaving on such a note.