A history of silence -------------------------------------------
A history of silence
By derrick Salas
I can almost remember perfection
Lines carefully written in the hallow of my stomach
Scratched onto the interior lining with a fingernail
Then given life with a magic marker
And just a few smears of paint
I believe in the projection of color
Thrown against a library wall
And words dulled by stomach acid
But perfection is easily lost
The careful tangle of lines
Brought back an old feeling
And an old need for substance
But there is a difference
Between recreation and abuse
Between coming down
And being brought up
I speak these words carefully
Reading them over and over again
From the palm of my hand
It takes time to understand addiction on a literary scale
The placement of bookshelf and intent
Across borders of verbs and lost action
Do we have time for rocket ships and paperback?
Or does it come down to fiction and scientific romance?
This is a really interesting write and well written I loved the isea of speaking of addiction thru knowledge Avery clever idea I look forward to reading more of your writes God Bless Ron
Please if you get a chance Please take a look at some of my writes and let me know what you think Thank You Ron
Wow, this poem is the [censored]. It reminds me of that book a million little pieces that they guy said was nonfiction but it was so badly exaggerated it shouldn't have been... It was really deep into addiction and crap. I did a project on addictive personalities, and there are two types, behavioral and substance addictions. This piece really speaks to me, and the imagery is... well, I just see fingernails tearing at the inside of my stomach... it tingles now. Great read, thanks man. And peace. -rue
Submission Name: A history of silence
