ellipsis

Waking up, no direction, the aftermath of some catastrophic night, remnants of writing littered everywhere. Life beginning in ellipses and ending in ellipses

..........the smell of tobacco and hot sunshine,

            wet leaves,

            the ash of a spent campfire,

            fresh notebook paper.

                        the sun breaking across my forehead.

            rIse again, collect my s..c.a.t.t.e..r, 

   My litter of broken pens, torn-out pages, my backpack,

            a few fallen cigarettes,

                  a mirror I used for shaving,

   My journals, flapped open like broken {angels}

                          in dirt.

A scrap of a second to wipe the grimy sweat

    from        my        ( eyebrows )

And gather up my mess for transportation

      To another place and time

      Where I can lay myself W I DE    ]open[   and 

       .........S C A T T E R E D...........................

Author's Note

something I wrote when I was youngyoungyoungyoung

Reviews

[Ees]

Cool poem.
Feels like the weather here today, warm, fall breeze, a bit of sun. You could sit outside thinking and writing and smoking today... as the fallen leaves rustle down the street. Nice job. I felt like was there.
I really liked how things scattered and how in the beginning of the poem you spoke of an ash falling and you later brought that image back, sort of with the fallen cigarettes.
I have no critique at all. I really enjoyed reading this and feeling this.

[Lily Mae]

I enjoyed it.. your young write touches my wandering spirit and I felt quite comfortable amongst your scattered thoughts:) Very enjoyable:)