Prose II :: The Waking
By RhymeBound
I wake up and my head feels weird. My mind is numb and sharp and cold at
the same time. Like a thin plastic bag, filled with ice cubes, razorblades
and painkillers. Occasionally the ice cubes are made out of frozen liqueur.
To find out who I am I reluctantly thrust my naked hand into this bag ,
nonchalantly grab a fistful of its contents and shove it into my mouth,
chewing listlessly and heavy headed.
The memories trickle in. The self affirms itself. Slowly the blank slate
I was in the haze of my waking is replaced by an actual person. I find
it a funny process. It's like watching countless little wheels of fortune
come to a halt one by one. Each one adding a little fact, a little facet
to who I am. When I was waking up all dazed and confused, I could have
been anybody, but eventually, perhaps unfortunately, I again wound up just
being me.
Here I am. The coming day and the coming night will add another few wheels
to me and if I party hard enough could perhaps even remove some of them.
Tomorrow, though still myself, I might wake a better man.
~ RhymeBound
Comments on "Prose II :: The Waking"
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On Thursday, January 31, 2008, Distorted_Reality
(101) wrote:
I don't know how I didn't read this before...and why I decided to read it today...but I've fallen in love with this particular piece and I'm not even sure why...maybe because how much I can relate...maybe because it's different than most free verse...but I really like this...-end.
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On Friday, December 28, 2007, italianbella
(185) wrote:
beautful an honest you are very talented i loved this:)
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On Monday, June 11, 2007, Preacher X
(35) wrote:
This is a very deep inner looking peice. I think mos tof us here can relate to it. Even some I have shown it too can. Truely a masterful work.
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A former member wrote:
this was so honest and easy to relate to.I could picture you clearly as you reached into the bag and started eating dirty icecube thoughts. ~Meg
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On Friday, March 30, 2007, Aunty Depressant
(434) wrote:
You know about me and the wheel you came up with for me...you crack me up...maybe I need analysis?*loves you even though you are spun ;)
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On Thursday, March 29, 2007, Sin
(1168) wrote:
this was so lonely and painful to read...i know we are our own worst critics but how is it possible that such a wonderful person has no concept of their worth? you make my heart ache dear ~kristy