Or Two

Just a random attempt at some more writing!

A cold night, two friends each with aching hearts and heavy heads of woe, huddled together on a dank bench. Breathing in the crisp air of winter, staring into the infinite starlit sky. How peaceful and quiet, a place for a thought. Or two. A place to clear the mind. 

Light up my friend, see the burn of embers and ghostly smoke take away your sorrows. Feel at ease, the worries and pain fade away in a puff of smoke, swept away by the breeze. Breathe out, a sigh of temporary relief, a head spin to stop the whirring thoughts for a minute. Or two. A place to be relieved.

Burn through the death stick, killing you slowly. Burning you from the inside, filling you with cancerous fumes, fumes to relax you while you wait for the end.

Light up my friend, have a smoke. Or two.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I miss smoking .....ANYTHING. : ) I never got addicted to anything, but cigarettes in the past. One time going to the beach, because Winter rules my emotions and brings me to places not otherwise enjoyed in the Summer months, I had brought some Opium with me, and savored it so slowly and drew out every puff with very deliberate drags that extended way past that of any normalcy!! lol Going in the Winter to the beach removes all the chatter and squeak of children and the squawk of their parent's incessant need to keep their kids in tow with miles of beach to share. : ) Before my sister died, we used to go on vacations every Summer to York Beach up in Maine. They call the one we would go to.... Long Sands because the tide would go out about a mile and a half and when it came in, it would go all the way up to the short wall that bordered the busy street. Next door, on the other side of a cute neighborhood of mansions and condos where we stayed, there was a section of beach call "Short Sands", and there was an arcade, some shops, and a lot of b***s and beer where all the adults would go. lol Long Sands was my favorite because I was too young to drink and b***s weren't in my hands as much as on my mind, so I kinda cared less. lol My sister would go with me to Long Sands and skip out for the night and run down to the beach and chase me as little kids would do in our younger years, and talk about life and what comes after. She would speak of angels always talking to her and sometimes asking her to find ways to teach others before she leaves all of us. This was in her younger teens she would do this. Kim would mention conversations that she would have with angels, and it freaked me out because she was so colorful in personality and had no mantel problems.... : ) When she died, I returned to the beach and just to entertain the thought of Kim being able to hear me, I would sit in the early morning hours after driving some 4 hours to get there, and talk with her, and any angels if they could hear me. If you sit on a beach long enough with that state of mind that brings you there, you start to imagine you are connected to things greater than you in quick instances, and it's quite nice. We spread her ashes in the air of such places that we knew Kim would have felt "free" in her time she was alive. I miss her. That much is obvious, but your poem/story takes me back to those moments that were not part of any schedule and time reserved for two people meant the world to me!! : ) Thank You for sharing this..... xoxo -Your Mark

[Monochrome Person]

Thanks for sharing your story Mark, it sure sounds like a lovely place and I'm glad to hear my writing helped you to relive those feelings and moments you had there, I'm also sorry to hear of you sisters passing. Its good to know you are holding on to those precious memories together however, they should always be kept close to your heart :) xx Thanks for your feedback!

[Patrick Henry]

Whoa!! I went into a bit of ramble there, Emily. I could give you a bunch of constructive criticism if you'd like because of all my babbling. lol xoxo -Mark

[MoriartyMesa]

Now I might not go into some long winded song and dance, I liked this cause it was, well honest in the strange sense of weakness. But moments always inspire smells, thoughts and sounds, nice work.

[Monochrome Person]

Thanks! :)

[Rahul]

Beautiful write... i visited today on my profile again so, thought to read youse few one's too. This write's... real and a cool one.. you memorized me a movie clip, the movie was "'FROZEN" hope you've also watched that movie...... it's also based on frnds... they too have some smokes when they go for scating/snow scating.. (what you said in your lang... i don't know... lol ).

You've i'm sure seen a real view from your blueish eyes when some were having some smokes and making dark holes in the air with the smoke..... you just made and converted that reality in your words to let others know... what they think about it...You always do a great job by posting such kinda nice pieces. I'm waiting to read your some more new writes :) You're my best writer as i always say :)

So, At last, you deserved what.... GUESS !!! :p
You've deserved this 200/100 :) You did a great job indeed.

[Monochrome Person]

thank you! :D

[J Todd Underhill]

I would disagree with your bio on your page; seems you are very talented and this piece reflects that well done

[Monochrome Person]

Well thank you! I always think theres room for improvement with my pieces though, writing has never been the sort of thing i thought id get into, or even to be any good at but your feed back has made me feel good about my work so far :) Thanks again

[J Todd Underhill]

well how about spoke word art? www.worldpoetryopenmic.net

[Marie]

Very gripping, very stark, I had to read it twice to get what you were really saying.

[Monochrome Person]

thank you! and yes i guess its that sort of writing that depending on who is reading it, it could be taken differently :)