staggering backwards into two seconds ago............
He tore himself apart for breakfast until he resembled the seasons that were running down the unimportant streets of silence. Hoping for an endless meal because he was afraid he had seen this all before and was simply famished.
A creature observed the return of a shower of attention and suddenly found itself hiding in the back of his kitchen, while silence took the risk of creating fireworks in both their minds.
Ice-water peered cautiously over the rim of his glass as it gathered as if waiting for back up, with an agitation that was all too familiar it called out in a voice that toppled over the realization that it was permanently trapped.
A tangle of small wonder that called itself understanding did not trust the voices of time as they had become wildly deformed and held onto the same chill as the glass that stared back with no apology.
The next instant brought a sudden end that urgently painted torrents of strange confusion into everything else. Yet when he asked what had happened the creature played hell for a couple of minutes as it staggered backwards into two seconds ago.
He swung around looking in the back of his kitchen for advice, deeply troubled as ice-water seemed to form in his veins. He existed by nourishing himself with his own feelings and yet was still hungry. The creature knew as it watched him advance to the back of his kitchen that the man’s hunger had not been appeased.
The creature cringed with the same fear as the ice-water peering over the rim of his glass knowing it was trapped. It watched as he advanced to take his next bite with eyes as cold as the glass where the ice-water was trapped.
Nourishment was at hand within the feelings of the creature……as he closed in I realized the creature in the back of his kitchen, was me.
Ill call this a stoem part story part poem...now for the write
Very different piece from you Neva, I like it when you experiment and play here, there is this gorgeous dark side to you that you hold close but when you allow it out it plays with such depth and emotion. Let it out to play more and let us see the "real" Neva, if you dare...
Such a different write for you Neva. Much more urgent, raw and dark. I loved it and I guess I agree with A. You have a dark side to you that is full of this rich urgency. Play more!
This was an awesome read. The imagery was wonderful. A very emotive piece.
The battle usually is with ones self. Or of ourselves.
The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin'.
I noticed that you didn't have a picture this time, which is quite strange since you always have one.
Wow, this was oddly eerie. Facing yourself? I remember exploring the idea myself. All you have is yourself in the end, and sometimes that isn't enough. Sometimes you're looking for someone else to help you. It's a scary thing, to know that you're truly alone come time to face your fears.
I hope life gets better for you, Neva. This really hits true to home.
You have a different format here Neva. A sort of experiment. You have succeeded in your mission I can say. The song portrays a deep feeling with such strong imagery. The props you have selected well suits the feeling. Well done.
It is in a different format, I find. Very emotional with a deep imagery. You have a good experiment here. I think the experiment is a success. All the props you have selected suits to portray the deep feeling. I love your experiment.
I am so excited to read something like this from you, not that I didnt think you could, its just not like anything I have ever read from you before, though your style is great this is a refreshing side for you...a most wonderful and enjoyful piece...no matter what at times we can never please ourselves the creature from within feeds off of our own fears and troubles.
Excellent!
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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