I Feel Like Writing
I feel like writing, so I wrote this. (10min or so to make)
Thoughts, opinions, suggestions? Please leave them below
I sit, gazing at the melancholy world around me.
Mourning my father's passing.
His last words to me were:
"You were my longest living mistake"
I was staring out of my window of depression and confusion when, I see you.
Your confidence, your hair, your glowing smile catch my eye. You then fade away into the shadow of despair.
My mind races.
I wonder what I can do to see you again.
Just the sight of you raises my spirits.
I want to see you again, you are all I can think about.
Few months pass, I'm still wondering who this mystery girl is.
My friends have dubbed her: goddess
I can't describe her, but only with the word "perfect" [I can't seem to describe her, by the only word that comes to mind is: "perfect"]
I lay awake in my bed of insanity and and hysteric laughter
I realized that I had wasted so much time and energy on this mystery girl, that I forgot what it felt to live life.
Nights draw on, I can't stop thinking about meeting this girl again, I have a party to attend. The entire town will be there. I debate going or staying in this hell hole, I call my home.
While I drive to the party, my heart begins to hurt. I feel my blood pulsing, I need to calm down and focus on getting there
I give my greetings to those I'm familiar with. No one seems to be her. I look and wait.
I grab some punch to quench my sorrows. I stand back and close my eyes. I hear a soft voice in front of me, it's her!
After a centuries, my spirits are finally at peace. My mind can be at ease. My heart ache has cured. She is my goddess.
Euphoria blocks my rationality.
I realize I have out lived everyone at the party. I was so caught up with euphoria that I failed to realize the party had ended long ago.
While I am on my way out the door, I notice that I'm looking at myself.
I stare with shock, the mystery girl, she's dead, laying in my arms.
My mind tries to rationalize what I saw, it doesn't make complete sense. "How can I see myself?" "Why am I thinking this?"
It was true, Emily was her name.
Nothing more to say, or think
I fade back into reality, I look around my hell hole.
I realize that there are bottles, upon bottle of alcohol surrounding me.
My hands are bruised, and scarred.
The pain of losing you triggered something inside of me
I don't know what to say, I'm not myself anymore.
I was once, an out going man.
I once was a human.
I have lost myself to despair and sorrow.
Why, why did I have to stare out of my window that day?
How am I suppose to carry on? My thoughts slowly escape me and I pass out. I wake up, and I sit, glazing at the Meloncholy world below me.
Is this torment?
Thoughts, opinions, suggestions? Please leave them below
I sit, gazing at the melancholy world around me.
Mourning my father's passing.
His last words to me were:
"You were my longest living mistake"
I was staring out of my window of depression and confusion when, I see you.
Your confidence, your hair, your glowing smile catch my eye. You then fade away into the shadow of despair.
My mind races.
I wonder what I can do to see you again.
Just the sight of you raises my spirits.
I want to see you again, you are all I can think about.
Few months pass, I'm still wondering who this mystery girl is.
My friends have dubbed her: goddess
I can't describe her, but only with the word "perfect" [I can't seem to describe her, by the only word that comes to mind is: "perfect"]
I lay awake in my bed of insanity and and hysteric laughter
I realized that I had wasted so much time and energy on this mystery girl, that I forgot what it felt to live life.
Nights draw on, I can't stop thinking about meeting this girl again, I have a party to attend. The entire town will be there. I debate going or staying in this hell hole, I call my home.
While I drive to the party, my heart begins to hurt. I feel my blood pulsing, I need to calm down and focus on getting there
I give my greetings to those I'm familiar with. No one seems to be her. I look and wait.
I grab some punch to quench my sorrows. I stand back and close my eyes. I hear a soft voice in front of me, it's her!
After a centuries, my spirits are finally at peace. My mind can be at ease. My heart ache has cured. She is my goddess.
Euphoria blocks my rationality.
I realize I have out lived everyone at the party. I was so caught up with euphoria that I failed to realize the party had ended long ago.
While I am on my way out the door, I notice that I'm looking at myself.
I stare with shock, the mystery girl, she's dead, laying in my arms.
My mind tries to rationalize what I saw, it doesn't make complete sense. "How can I see myself?" "Why am I thinking this?"
It was true, Emily was her name.
Nothing more to say, or think
I fade back into reality, I look around my hell hole.
I realize that there are bottles, upon bottle of alcohol surrounding me.
My hands are bruised, and scarred.
The pain of losing you triggered something inside of me
I don't know what to say, I'm not myself anymore.
I was once, an out going man.
I once was a human.
I have lost myself to despair and sorrow.
Why, why did I have to stare out of my window that day?
How am I suppose to carry on? My thoughts slowly escape me and I pass out. I wake up, and I sit, glazing at the Meloncholy world below me.
Is this torment?
22-25, M