Stream of Thought

jamitjamit Posts: 49
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Oh I've stopped the music
Everyone keeps correcting my spelling
I can not spell
she didn't care that I warned her skittles are bad
she has the wrong color I guess you could say
Howl, Howl goes his noise
I hear buzzing
She scratches her nose
The clock is always ticking on the wall
and the branches slightly sway from side to side
as if they are speaking to each other
It's silent
except for the ticking
swallows, turns head
the duck looks dead
I had to fake laugh for him
The cars pass by slowly
The dog whimpers and rolls over
again, and again
Thank you he replys
and my neck itches
A constant pain in my back and throb in my head
everything itches
she bites at her nails and types endlessly
a little prickle of pain at the top of my head
Touch, it goes away and comes back more painful
touch again harder it remains the same
She needs music
Deep sigh, what do I play
Break and it goes
She remembers why she's mad
the phone sits next to her
he called not but a few before 5
he's a self-centered bastard
trys on all his shoes
I am the rain shoe
I am the dress shoe
I am the work shoe
I am the old shoe that sits by the back door
I am the shoe that kicks him in the ass
I am the shoe that gives him sores on his feet
I am not the shoe anymore
He lost it and wants it back
This chair is uncomfortable and my hair is annoying
I wonder why the lock is missing it's bolt and why the door stays put
I wish the dust would wash away
I wish work wasn't dreadful
I wish my head would stop having that ping
This song is unbearable
Why can't I remember
I know you were there man
There must have been something
ROAD BLOCKS driven around by thousands
but you still turn back
My toes are angry
the batterys are dead in the camera
but I took a nice picture
The captain was crunchy
Thinking of it makes me excited
It is nice to imagine, he says to me
I understand him, I want more and more
He's done his time and I'll do mine
I'm a 24 hour pawn shop
I'm a stale pizza on the curb
I'm a hockey stick without a puck
I'm a bed without sheets
I'm a dog without a leash
maybe this makes me free
The crinkled up paper is interesting
It holds still
no energy left to move
push, it flys away
more back pain i move closer
good music is over: default
something bites me in the leg
"eric clapton" could be better
"john lennon" couldn't be worse
"Jimi hendrix" could have gone farther
brain dead
YOU ARE..FAITHFULL, but no TREMOR CHRIST, and there's a DEAD MAN..GIVEN TO FLY

"I feel the same way about disco as I do herpes" -Hunter S. Thompson
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