Goin crazy spaced out, whatever you wanna call it, Ima writing alcoholic

I began a search a hunt a quest a looking a finding because Im tired of hurting and hurting is the best medicine, I chill but not from chilling I am my own worst villian what is my heart concealing diary of a mad black villian or a mad black ghoul making a mad dash for life with a desire to consume with a very large spoon I tame the untamed I blame noone for my predicament I blame the arcades for believing joy could come from sticks I revolve and recondition cease and desist at times wondering how it would feel to not exist though existence brings me gifts in words in songs in hearts in womens lips I trip and fall over rifts overhanging mountains and hills and rivers and cliffs and starships i take you far with a stroke of my guitar hardy har har a black man with a guitar I am so rolled into the gutter like a bowling ball knocking over striaght pins and and all I roll not fall with homeboys in cars thats equipped with twentyfours see us coming your ass better run indoors cause we blast over like smores we trap you between my logic bitter like a cyborg or an emotionless machine Im cold as winter Im ice frost whatever frozen Im a ice boss or shoulder lean in the scenes around the evergreen pines higher than the highest mountains and gaining wieght from constant binds of flesh between teeth Goodness Grief, We write for daze just to see what is beyond our reach, nothing good sir but its all so deep and long I dont know how many brave souls would reach THE END… get it? I dont know how many brave souls would reach the end? Whatever Im just spaced out today

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  • Beautifuldreamer
    Beautifuldreamerover 6 years ago

    A writing alcoholic? Oh I love it!

    Very interesting, creative stream of consciousness writing; leaves one just about gasping for breath. Please keep writing, you have an originality that’s startling because it derives from honesty.

  • katya
    katyaover 6 years ago

    Roscoe, I enjoyed this a lot. It just flashes so many pictures through my mind as I read it. Places and events I’ve been there and seen. I can just hear this put to a soundtrack. Thank you for sharing it with us. Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment on my work.

  • flower68
    flower68over 6 years ago

    I love how you write.just a continuous stream of thought that appears unedited, puctuation no pause for thought, just point blank this is how it is for me…

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