johnsjewish

What is pointless? What matters? - I will simply place a piece of experimental writing I have written here.


SHIVERING SMILE

Your heart beat is beating fast instead of slow. “I’m not used to this”
You are lost in a deep dark forest. Alone. The last remnants of the days light is peeking through the tree branches above. Playing hide and seek.
As you panic…you THINK ABOUT, how it might be your last light. Your last laugh. So you scream, in laughter! Crying hysterically in the process.
“WHAT!” CREAKING “IS IT THE WOODS?!”
“WHAT THE FUC….”
“IF TREES. WHAT AM I SAYING?!”
“If there is a G(I)D, help me G(I)D”
Little did he know…
He was within GXD. He is. It all is. Conscious and aware creative NATURE!
The sweat, a cocktail of sweat & tears running down your face!
“I DON’t CARE!”
It sure is a cute pity that your phone is as dead as you will be! How else can you. TAKE THIS!
The cracks on your phone. The last of the the light shines on your cracked screen, showing, revealing your stupid sad looking face. Your makeup cracked like porcelline, as the screen.
BOO, HOO!!!
The cracks, an ever lasting last reminder of your deformed beauty.
A reflection, the last one you’ll ever see…
YOU fall to your knees. You can almost imagine how pale you look/are.
Your back, whipped by a strong instant cold breeze.
You immediately stand! RUN! Unsure of where you are heading.
“WILL I FIND THE MOON, ONE DAY—THE SUN?!
A tree, you fall by a tree. Your body gives you no warning of your collapse.
Your face awakes next to a rushing stream of water.
“Even the water wants to get away from here, ha”
You drink hoping that you find the answers within the sip that you golp, feeling it’s cold descent. You shake from the inside.
Is the water even safe to drink? What is that. Can’t you smell it? Hahahah.
Nowhere is safe. Or is it?
what have you got to lose but your tears.
Birthday
September 28
Location
England
Gender
Male
Occupation
Warehouse Operative - Writer
Favorite Bukowski book
Ham on rye - Post office - Women
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