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What's that?

Oh... Nothing.


The truth is not an option.


Oh god.

Not again.


That silent phone, distracted eyes.

Thinking about what I've said to...


No. The truth is not an option. I wish it was.


This route just feels familiar now.

There's nothing to look forward to.

But, well...


The truth is not an option.


No. You're right.

But...

I don't know, perhaps it is.



The truth is not an option.


Ok, so what?


Nothing.


Just

say

nothing.
"...Let the pines grow out of my skin.
     Winds howl in my mouth..."
     --James A. Ciletti.

Let the cylinders be there to connect the lonely,
grating bones, above the level of the rational
falls of water and the pictures, so inspired that
They like to appear on stage to whistle as vapors
rising through the spout.  The moon is smiling
down upon the frost of the equation.  Perhaps,
no animal has been hopping through pristine
squares of frozen falling, remembering
the singular match, the leaf leaving.

{ [ d _ ind del d j e ( m ) ] / ( d e ) } =
min y ( N , Z ) d t - C .

Coldness was like the presence and solutions
to incredible problems, growing worse, while
others, watching, stood, silently observant,
hoping to help, but the springs in the agreements
were the assistance for the splashing colors,
anticipated and arriving as a series of blades
removing lovely, warm weather.
The record player keeps spinning the Vinyl
black & white pictures on the walls
are beginning to talk
And the lights blink on and off

The same dark feeling of despair settles over me
during the early hours of the morning
It's a shame 'cause I've run out of whiskey
to help chase the inspiration and sleep
I desperately need

My thoughts cross to you sometimes
and I wonder where you are now
I guess you never kept that promise
as I've yet to see your name on a spine

I guess I'll go to bed now
I'll put on one more record
and muddle into the fog

These black & white pictures
are beginning to talk
And the lights blink
On and off
Experimental fictional piece. Thoughts and comments?
You have no clue,
do you?

How easily my heart breaks.

How easily it shatters.

At the thought of loosing you.

— The End —