It was years ago , A fellow writer who felt it was there duty in life to judge others wrote me.
I have read a few of your works and believe someone needs to tell you to save you the embarrassment .
Your antics are not talent your
words are muddled at best .
And your gutter sense of humor is childish and truly a embarrassment to us serious writers.
You should probably seek out a workshop or look to your fellow writers for some tips or maybe just stop writing altogether .
I read the message and laughed .
I have over thirty works in publication and far more on the way .
Opinions are like *******.
And to that writer I shall leave unnamed .
Who's words fall flat on the sidewalk like a **** from a mongrel dogs ***.
Hope your doing well.
I never listened then and I **** sure am not listening now.
When you hand out advice you better make **** sure your standing on solid ground before you cast a opinion
Keep writing is all I can tell you .
Through the rejections and the people that tell you to give up .
You will pass them all by eventually.
******* are not a dying breed.
I was always worst in the morning.
Burnt out hungover and in need of something to eat and a few strong aspirin.
The phone. rang and its normal intrusion always gave me the knee **** reaction to smash it into the wall.
But being i couldnt afford to live let alone replace **** i answred it instead.
Collect call from Austin will you accept the charges the operater asked ?
In her mock happiness from sitting in one spot listening to people for which she probaly held as much regard as i did.
I didnt need to ask from who only trouble and bill collectors call me in the morning.
Usally the bill collectors dont call collect.
I excepted .
What is it Cheryl?
The timid voice came through as she always did whenever she wanted something.
Hi baby how are you?
I'm sorry i had to call you this way i know it costs .
Don't sweat it I wont pay the bill anyways .
I hated phones and pretty much wasnt a fan of human contact altogether.
Well minus certain ocassions .
So what you need kid?
You always have been a blunt person.
Have to be when it cost me by the second sugar.
I wanna come home baby.
Yeah thought you left me to go home.
What happend didnt go to the right home?
Please Jack I need to be back with you this time apart made me realize just how much i truly cant be without you.
It had been over two weeks since Cheryl had packed her **** and had me drop her off at the bus station .
She just took her bags turned away and walked out of my life.
She was a pure ***** maybe thats why i liked her so much .
I hit the bottle and she hit the highway bound to the state she called home to the life she claimed to have thrown away for me .
That last fight had been a glorious shouting match I usally took.the sarcastic smart *** route but i had enough of her ******* and lies .
I was a ******* but least i was a honest one.
Jack please i'm coming home either way.
I took the last of my money to buy this bus ticket .
Yeah so why call me if your coming back anyways?
I knew full well why she was returning.
Cheryl was the type that required far to much maintance for anyone to handle let alone people who werent getting something in return.
Baby i just wanted you to know i ****** up I cant live without you im coming home to you.
I paused for a moment thought about that perfect body and the nights it layed against me in the calm of a harsh summer night.
I thought of the nonstop chaos .
The fights she was a woman of great passion maybe thats why she was so good in bed .
I was hungover like hell lonley but i would heal the strong ones always do.
Baby are you there ?
Yeah well thanks for the warning sweetheart .
I said as i simply hung up the phone and unplugged it from the wall.
Yeah i needed alot of things.
A new liver ,Maybe a job that didnt drive me insane .
A good bottle maybe a meal inbetween.
I needed more than a few things .
But a hurricane of emotional horse **** i did not .
I took four asprin and returned to bed to sleep it off
It was silent in the room dark and empty.
It was the most peace i had known in a very long time.
It was what I needed.
those moments that I'll treasure forever
are mere memories
you'll never even remember.
One who sees through the fog clearly
the divine flame burns
even in cold dark rainy nights
in my stomach.
in my mind.
not a tree,
not a flower,
not a plant of any kind.
full of absolutely nothing...
so what I am to you...
emptiness that is.
in my throat.
the lump, the bump,
it won't go down.
I can't take it any longer.
I fall to the ground.
no more growing
because now I am small.
as small as these feelings you have.
as small as the time it took
for me to grow fond.
so I shrink now.
down to the very last drop of
no just the pond.
the pond that will soon turn into a pit.
in my stomach.
Now I'm all choked up
I have no words
Well my mind does but my mouth won't let me speak
I wanna leave
Go somewhere alone, darkness
A place that is nothing
Be close to me
Be a part of me
Breath in me
While I breath in you
Hold my heart
Believe in me
While I believe in you
I realized today that I have
stopped living life.
I am literally just trying to get
to the next day, just living in the
thought of tomorrow.
I am not living, I am waiting.
And the trouble is, I don't know what
I am exactly waiting for. I am kind of
scared for what it might be.
Hope you guys like it
We all wear skin.
We all wear clothes (or at least I hope all of us do).
We all wear expressions.
We all wear similar tastes.
We all wear differing preferences.
And we all wear masks.
One thing we all without
a doubt wear, are masks.
You wear one.
I wear one.
Mine has smiles plastered
on it all the time; it has joy;
laughter; contentment; humor;
confidence; courage; and
life on it.
It looks so pretty.
It covers the frowns;
tears; sorrow; longing;
discontent; angst; anxiety;
self-loathing; and the death
that haunts my soul.
What does yours wear?
I want to be perfect, but I just can't do it. So I make my mask as perfect as possible.
Everyone in the world tries to be different
So isn't that what makes us all the same?