time for writing

chadwick

where has time been
gone are clocks from the sky
no messengers from fire or moon's stone
red deer run home like i can't
water tastes my bones
i am then new
but i just can't
held in
held back
wrapped up in webs

it's been years since anything made sense
here
the town square
summertime chiseled humid
sweat sharpened by stone
falling off me in painful drops to share

the loneliest mist somehow finds me
together we save
together we are saved

tremors

Very fine writing

chadwick

thank you kindly, tremors

tremors

You don't realise what an influence you have had on me Chadwick - I am now the only man in Britain who uses a personal portable ashtray

chadwick

tremors wrote:

You don't realise what an influence you have had on me Chadwick - I am now the only man in Britain who uses a personal portable ashtray

you will be rewarded largely


fact

tremors

chadwick wrote:

tremors wrote:

You don't realise what an influence you have had on me Chadwick - I am now the only man in Britain who uses a personal portable ashtray

you will be rewarded largely


fact

Godfather.

chadwick wrote:

where has time been
gone are clocks from the sky
no messengers from fire or moon's stone
red deer run home like i can't
water tastes my bones
i am then new
but i just can't
held in
held back
wrapped up in webs

it's been years since anything made sense
here
the town square
summertime chiseled humid
sweat sharpened by stone
falling off me in painful drops to share

the loneliest mist somehow finds me
together we save
together we are saved

from the twisted mind of brilliance there is this,awesome writing Chad !


Godfather.

chadwick

the spirit dying
a narrow door splintered sways in mid air
a rusty skeleton key shakes my hand
then nothing
a shouting owl

i'd like to move forward
blocked by my own shadow
ahead & behind this framework
when my train comes steaming thru
then nothing
a shouting owl

a miserable sky rotten & flat
all trees empty & cold wrapped in stale air
every gravestone falling apart old
my own skin drying like soot
the spirit dying
then nothing
a shouting owl

tremors

You are a seriously good writer Chadwick

There are a lot of very talented writers here in my opinion

chadwick

tremors wrote:

You are a seriously good writer Chadwick

There are a lot of very talented writers here in my opinion

thank you, sir. i am also an ass for posting my stuff online

tremors

chadwick wrote:

tremors wrote:

You are a seriously good writer Chadwick

There are a lot of very talented writers here in my opinion

thank you, sir. i am also an ass for posting my stuff online

Nothing wrong with a bit of shameless self-promotion from time to time

chadwick

the depressed & alone
heat & sand have that together
nothing anywhere any direction none

empty balance
tired sores
injured down here all to much in blanks
the wrong living isn't even happening
could it all be incorrect
stuck the entirety of self

12 hours of sleep
nothing in sunlight
12 hours of sleep
unimportance in sunshine
12 hours of sleep
zilch in i am

life is motionless without a face
passed

mikalina

chadwick wrote:

the depressed & alone
heat & sand have that together
nothing anywhere any direction none

empty balance
tired sores
injured down here all to much in blanks
the wrong living isn't even happening
could it all be incorrect
stuck the entirety of self

12 hours of sleep
nothing in sunlight
12 hours of sleep
unimportance in sunshine
12 hours of sleep
zilch in i am

life is motionless without a face
passed

I'm enjoying your - time for writing - thread.....

ratmando

Age is not birth or death that separates seeing, it could be that you were born long before
Or long dead before moments intimate- it could be we never meet you're decades yet born.
The sigh you let out is heard amongst the whispers roaring in the seas
The signs you write out are printed amongst the lines interwoven deeply in the leaves.
Stars shake fast and nights fly by and days flow constantly it's proving only this to us:
Even though we may never truly meet, I understand you, and there's only you who understands me.

As far as outsiders go, I'm out-sider than most
A frame twisted left and I'm straggling i
Right off the page, and left off the page.
As far as words, I wish there's an answer to state but
I can't relate what to say,yy when I''m outside so I wait far outside
Where I've relegated myself but with you never met I belong.

rollings

ratmando wrote:

Age is not birth or death that separates seeing, it could be that you were born long before
Or long dead before moments intimate- it could be we never meet you're decades yet born.
The sigh you let out is heard amongst the whispers roaring in the seas
The signs you write out are printed amongst the lines interwoven deeply in the leaves.
Stars shake fast and nights fly by and days flow constantly it's proving only this to us:
Even though we may never truly meet, I understand you, and there's only you who understands me.

As far as outsiders go, I'm out-sider than most
A frame twisted left and I'm straggling i
Right off the page, and left off the page.
As far as words, I wish there's an answer to state but
I can't relate what to say,yy when I''m outside so I wait far outside
Where I've relegated myself but with you never met I belong.

beautiful

ratmando

Thanks...very hard to write, but came out like babies' first tears