Sheltered beneath trees,
Lying on the ground, alone—
I breath steadily,
Smelling the sweet scent of spring.
I smile and drift to sleep.
What To Write!
Been thinking about what to write next, I know for sure that this next piece will be one of my favorites and I have but little ideas that I am playing with inside of my mind. Part of me wants to make a dark and skin curling atmosphere and the other wants to make a mysterious and steam punked atmosphere. I don’t know, I’ll be up late tonight, but I cannot complain!
I’m looking back on older pieces and now cannot forgive myself, so many grammatical errors. I wish I could write a little better, but with time comes experience and with experience comes better quality so only time will tell, expect a few pieces magically disappearing into the scrap bin, one story was already put to rest, possibly going to lay a few poems down.
A Warm Place
A lifetime of fucking so many things up,
A lifetime living in this filthy fucking flesh.
A new story will be told, and every problem has a solution,
This is mine-
You wouldn’t believe how simple it really was,
I just put the gun in my mouth
Tasted the metallic residue on the tip of the barrel,
Closed my eyes, bit my teeth, pulled the trigger-
All my insecurities came spilling out
In the darkest shade
A crimson, clumpy puddle
Of all that I ever was.
A warm place.
Somewhere far away
From all of you.