free writing, don't mind it.

[blackdove1978]

I'm a little drunk tonight, and fire rumbles in my veins, these pages etched with chicken wire, passing slowly through your fingertips. The breath of former geniuses fogging up my focus, lost thoughts on foreign papers, buried deeply in their tombs. Will they ever see light again? Will the moment come when mountains crumble and desolate

Comments

[spirit_genocide]

beautiful...you have a unique and wonderful way of tapping into a vast range of emotions...one moment tormented, the next passionate and erotic.

i miss reading your prose, your stories...you should do it more often =)

[blackdove1978]

Thank you for saying so! I'm always unsure what people want to read. :)

[spirit_genocide]

yeah, i find when i worry too much (which i do often) about what others might or might not want to read, i don't write. i have to remind myself that i write for me first (not for anyone else), mainly to purge something that has to come out...if it resonates with someone, it's a beautiful feeling...but i don't require it to sustain my ability to express myself.

[seviana]

You still wow me with words. If I could have one of those star Trek mind melts. It must be orgasmic.

[blackdove1978]

haha, mind melts :)

[jezzibellemc]

While I was reading this, I took a breath and smelled the scent of paper. I can't describe it well. But, I smelled it on the pages of Vampire the Mascarade book I had years ago. The smell is earthy and thought provoking in nature. Like your words, carrying me to another time and holding me in the present as well before forcing me to open my eyes and view the future...

Beautiful. Let your mind free write anytime!!

[blackdove1978]

thank you lovely. That is actually what I was writing about. . .that feeling I get when I read other people's words, and how I long to do that in others. .. so. . .you said exactly what I was thinking. :)