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Cold is lonely,cold is death
Cold is when you can see your breath
Cold is quiet,cold is still
Cold makes you shiver with it's chill
The homeless know it all too well
Winter time is a frozen Hell.
I bought a motor off one of my kin
It was a high performance engine
I put a hook on a joist
Then connected my hoist
And lowered the motor right in.
For three days it drove really well
But then it gave off a smell
The car began rocking
As the rods were a knocking
At the junkyard is where I was able to sell.
one moment please
a short ditty
Your thanksgiving ditty
An ode to chard
I'll eat it steamed I 'll eat it broiled
I'll eat it grilled I'll eat it soiled
I'll eat it while we argue brawling I'll eat it if on the sink with spiders crawling
Don't want to cook a little spider to get a treat
But eating chard makes me stamp my feet
I'll shoot,
Let's see,what can I write,hmm here it goes,
Fellow folks here sharing some words,
some typing,some writing in the park looking at birds,
different walks of life,different areas of hope,
different ways of finding how to live and cope,
sharing our thoughts,our love ,our hate,
sharing our feelings, our flaws and our debate,
this is just a poem written real quick,
so please just read,don't go and nit-pick!!
An attempt at stream of consciousness from the story I'm currently writing:
The room is darkness. Darkness everywhere. Maybe not even a room, there is no way to tell. No way. Black wings whirl dark tide coming. No, not a room. Voices next door. One voice two, but louder. What are we going to do? Dark tide black wings. What are you going to do about it? You did this. Hard to breath. Pain in my head. Such pain. The floor feels wet. What are we going to do? Can’t stay here, must do something. They’re circling now, waiting. Smells of dirt and burning leaves. My mouth tastes sour lips are dry and cracking but mouth is wet. I think I’m blind. Voices are in the house voices in the other room yelling voices nagging complaining. Selfish. Nervous. Black wings to carry me dark tide wash my cuts bury me at sea. No not that way. Not yet wait a little longer. Wait for black wings wait for darkness to take me can’t speak now can’t cry can’t move. Whirling pain head over dirt on floor no rocks or roots scraping metal against dirt in the night to end to steal me from black wings let me go yes or finish the job. There’s a face in the darkness just a face no body. Pale white face grinning sharp teeth bulging eyes mouth is too wide inhuman. Dead eyes like a rabbit. Pale white face riding dark tide coming to swallow me up now is the time drowning in darkness enveloped by dead eyes no way out all is lost. All is lost.
And again at a later point:
This isn’t my room. This isn’t the dark room. My feet are made of clay and I live with death. I hurt so much everything hurts my heart is breaking. Eyes upon me. I am being watched but my heart is breaking and I don’t care. I cannot care. Where is my mother she would not do this. Where is she? No, she would not do this you are lying. Where is my mother yes I said where did she go she would never do such a thing. I can hear her voice now what are you going to do about it? She is your child so what are you going to do tell me. A sickly sweet smell decaying leaves and wet dirt. My feet are clay and my heart is broken. My mother told you she did yes. I cannot believe it but there she is yes and my heart is broken. Where are you black wings? Where are the dark waters now? It is black but I see a white spec. It is a spec yes but there is more what is it. It is a face growing closer and pale death is in its gaze. Eyes like a dead rabbit but a human mouth no far too wide. Gums are bleeding and the mouth is too wide it is grinning at me mother please make it stop my heart is broken. It is a pale face upon a sea of darkness it is swallowing me and why won’t mother make it stop why is she standing by. This was not her idea you are a liar. Do not lie to me my heart is broken. The face is still there why won’t it do something? It comes closer it grins at me and its eyes are dead I cannot tolerate this waiting. I live and eat and breathe with death and my feet are made of clay.
I am awake now and I am glad the dream is over. The fire is nearly out and he is asleep. I am alone but at least the dream is over. The fire was too bright and it made the darkness all the more black, now I can see again. I can see the pine trees and the sage and the rocks. The moon is a silver scar in the sky and the stars are lovely tonight. What is that? When I look up I see a white spec on the horizon, out of the corner of my eye. When I try to look directly it is not there. What is that? It grows closer. It disappears and I cannot analyze the situation. Larger now and I cannot figure it out. No, it is closer than before and now it is more apparent. It is not a white spec but a face in the bushes. It is a pale white face and it is staring at me. Who are you? Answer me! Why are you smiling and why are your eyes filled with death? Please leave me alone, please. I have one more thing to do and then I will no longer care, but I must finish it first. I have to do this, so please leave me alone. I do not care what happens to me but please let me finish! DO SOMETHING OR BE GONE!
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