Sit, watch, wait can't get

across my mind is turning into frost, as

i sit, wait, and watch. Nothing happens..

but spoke to soon, a wooded ragaly

hard floor appears like my heart thinks

this is weird. Grey skies turns into blackness

like my...tears on the inside dipped in,

some water now its ink. To write these

poems, stories, and take photos that match

the words going through my mind of p, s, o, p,

poetics, symbols, of, problems. get up and

suddenlty right arm goes up,

left arm goes up in a circular form. As if you're doing

the tango, take one step

forward. Spin around feel yourself taking a step back, some

music comes on.But refuse to

listen, to their kind so you turn it off with

your mind. Feel yourself going backwards

but not falling so you thought. It let you go

down drag you to a chair shows a

movie of life. Turn your head and close your

eyes, because you don't want to see what

all of the mess up shit, it bitten you with.

The music comes back on this time

it can't be turned off, you close your ears

don't want to hear. What is being played

it yank you from the chair, and you and whatever it is having

you to do this. Can't complain

explain what is being done but

remain expressionless, and also

numbness. From its dumbness, it lifts you up. Let you

fall hard onto the hard floor, you get

up everything disappears. You're outside its dark

the music is still playing, start walking while walking,

in the streets you turn around. A hand comes

out you turn around, and sees it, feel frozen a rope

swipes you in heading towards the darkness. Still

frozen have no choice but to go in, once in

the music stops and plays your music.

Point of this is....dance with death it will make

you listen. To what it plays, attempt to

except......pulls you back have it to listen

to what music you play

• Written by tameka.
• In category Stories & Tales.
• 14 years ago.

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