As I write this, I’m sitting on a train. It is 10:28 p.m. The dark is speckled with house lights and the occasional street lamp.
I wrote the above few sentences on my way from Sanford, FL to Lorton, VA, my desire to write immense but the Dramamine unforgiving. So it’s all I wrote. Nothing more. Nothing interesting. Just that I was on the train, that it was nighttime, and that I couldn’t see much because it was dark. Wow, lady, impressive.
The problem is that despite the Dramamine excuse I do this often: I leave a piece of writing unfinished. I desire (if you haven’t already noticed) constantly rewriting and revising; but there have existed many an occasion where I’ve left the bones of a work, well, bony. No fleshy adjectives. No verbs spilled like blood. Simply the white glare of exposed skulls, ribs, phalanges. A moment, like skin, eaten by worms. The eulogy read. The words buried, nonexistent.
So this my way of showing you some of my skeletons.* And maybe, a way of bringing them (pardon the extended cheesy metaphor) back to life. You know, so they can dance a la Betty Boop in Minnie the Moocher.
*I’ll be posting a selection of of my skeleton pieces over this and next week (because there are so many of them)
What are words that you speak
RIP January 31, 2006
What are words that you speak
Open-mouthed in the night,
When you feel like you’re gasping for air (Sigh, Sigh)
and the breath that you take,
will be taken so gently that no one will realize
that you’re even there.
But the words that you’ve spoken
Are syllables twisted and turned
In a moment, a delicate moment
Contorted and played in your mind where they’ll sit and hide waiting
For delicate moments that wither with time.
Those moments that make every soul fill with laughter
Those moments that sit and they cry in the night
Those moments of waiting for before and after
Those moments that bring out the dark from the light
Reasons lead to superstition
RIP March 1, 2006
Thank you for your lovely comment! I will keep writing 🙂
Hi! You are a gifted writer, Alexa. You are really given the talent to beautifully express your thoughts through words, no matter how random they may seem. Your writings don't seem like "skeleton" to me haha but well, i suppose, you should know better since you are in the journalism department.
Keep writing, Alexa! Take care! 🙂