a piece?
Now, generally I frown upon the act of posting one's literary works on a journal/blog item; it usually seems to me as if they all are searching for attention, in some form or another, and to be honest, that is not entirely inaccurate in my case either. However, I feel that if I spend time writing something, I may as well show it to people, and because those that I have added on "LJ" are my good friends, I feel comfortable with sharing such compositions with you. I am not fishing for compliments though, I assure you, I do not care whatsoever if you comment or not, but if you read this, then thank you. Continue reading if you wish. It is for the most part a free-write, a couple rhymes here and there, but still quite devoid of structure, so I apologize for that. And now. . . an untitled piece written by that guy.
"I find myself choosing from a list of reasons for throwing off that tasseled hat, for pursuing that which God has put in my life. However, anchored by the Earth's gravitational pull, anything I release will surely fall to the ground.
Oh but my cap soared, you should have seen how it flew, and just for a moment, in it I thought I saw you, spreading your wings as I always dreamed you were able to.
I now laugh as I write this on the hard cover of my Ireland picture book- to where I will be traveling this coming summer with my mother, to learn from her rolling green hills, and to commiserate with her dilapidated structures- I laugh at the irony that I may return from this vacation (this escape) before I even leave. I laugh knowing that such expeditions, like the future I sought so eagerly, like you I flew after so swiftly, will always lead right back to where they came from. I just pray my fall does not break my back, and that you die warm in a nest, not spitted on a stick through the breast."
It is like I have been stuck in a cage for years, and now, on the eve of my release I have come to realize that at the moment that trap door opens to free me I am going to find myself precariously placed on the wing of a Boeing 734, traveling 502 mph at an elevation of 20,000 feet. . . and that is scary. Also, bird imagery is very fun to play around with. . . and Slowdive is excellent. I love you all, God bless.
-Ahrecks
"I find myself choosing from a list of reasons for throwing off that tasseled hat, for pursuing that which God has put in my life. However, anchored by the Earth's gravitational pull, anything I release will surely fall to the ground.
Oh but my cap soared, you should have seen how it flew, and just for a moment, in it I thought I saw you, spreading your wings as I always dreamed you were able to.
I now laugh as I write this on the hard cover of my Ireland picture book- to where I will be traveling this coming summer with my mother, to learn from her rolling green hills, and to commiserate with her dilapidated structures- I laugh at the irony that I may return from this vacation (this escape) before I even leave. I laugh knowing that such expeditions, like the future I sought so eagerly, like you I flew after so swiftly, will always lead right back to where they came from. I just pray my fall does not break my back, and that you die warm in a nest, not spitted on a stick through the breast."
It is like I have been stuck in a cage for years, and now, on the eve of my release I have come to realize that at the moment that trap door opens to free me I am going to find myself precariously placed on the wing of a Boeing 734, traveling 502 mph at an elevation of 20,000 feet. . . and that is scary. Also, bird imagery is very fun to play around with. . . and Slowdive is excellent. I love you all, God bless.
-Ahrecks