Throwup a Story
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JESUS!! he cut me off... JERK.. it was 90 degrees-august traffic cutting right through the city. this guy, pshhh.. he almost ran. me. right. into the meridian..
..Red Light..
..i yelled and shook my fist..
..he said nothing..
..i got out. he got out.
..i rattled off.. he....WHAP..
..hello darkness my old friend...stars and dizziness...shook my head till the visions were clear again..
..the kids sitting on the stoop drinking 40's and smoking blunts..
..did he just hit you??
..uh-huh
they weren't my heroes, they was hungry for a fight..
..like a swarm of murder hornets covering that cab..
i don't hear the sound of fists hitting flesh everyday.
..he shouldn't have hit me
..i hopped back in..
..he shouldn't have hit me
..Red Light..
..i yelled and shook my fist..
..he said nothing..
..i got out. he got out.
..i rattled off.. he....WHAP..
..hello darkness my old friend...stars and dizziness...shook my head till the visions were clear again..
..the kids sitting on the stoop drinking 40's and smoking blunts..
..did he just hit you??
..uh-huh
they weren't my heroes, they was hungry for a fight..
..like a swarm of murder hornets covering that cab..
i don't hear the sound of fists hitting flesh everyday.
..he shouldn't have hit me
..i hopped back in..
..he shouldn't have hit me
Anonymous
Sometimes if I’m visiting someone’s place
and they’ve got a calendar up on the wall
I punch the box I’m living in
like respect, it’s a good day
In a previous relationship
I had her moaning at me
that she didn’t have enough time to get up and transfer all the washing etc etc
but she had enough time to sit and watch 3 tv shows
same plots in all
just different faces and destinations
I think one of my neighbours tries to intimidate me
I don’t respond and intimidate them more
visions circle
when I’m the innocent one
and they’ve got a calendar up on the wall
I punch the box I’m living in
like respect, it’s a good day
In a previous relationship
I had her moaning at me
that she didn’t have enough time to get up and transfer all the washing etc etc
but she had enough time to sit and watch 3 tv shows
same plots in all
just different faces and destinations
I think one of my neighbours tries to intimidate me
I don’t respond and intimidate them more
visions circle
when I’m the innocent one
Today is Father's Day in my country. I woke up thinking of the relationships I went through in my life and realised that none of them made good dads in the end.
They betrayed their spouses and abandoned their children.
Then I thought about my own father. He stayed with my mother until he died, but he was unfaithful while they were together. He had multiple short affairs with women, some of whom we knew.
He was also abusive to us, most of all me, being the introverted not so girly girl he fathered.
On this day when I try to think of any good or memorable things we had with him as children, I only remember his tale of long ago like his great grandfather's time and about our traditions.
His mother was a shaman, or medicine woman. They looked the same, cruel lips, sharp eyes, fierce. They hated each other. More so when my grandmother took me in at age 10 or 11.
He was my father though and he fed us and kept a roof over our head, clothed us etc and for that Im grateful. I think of him this day with compassion. Thank You , Vincent, father.
They betrayed their spouses and abandoned their children.
Then I thought about my own father. He stayed with my mother until he died, but he was unfaithful while they were together. He had multiple short affairs with women, some of whom we knew.
He was also abusive to us, most of all me, being the introverted not so girly girl he fathered.
On this day when I try to think of any good or memorable things we had with him as children, I only remember his tale of long ago like his great grandfather's time and about our traditions.
His mother was a shaman, or medicine woman. They looked the same, cruel lips, sharp eyes, fierce. They hated each other. More so when my grandmother took me in at age 10 or 11.
He was my father though and he fed us and kept a roof over our head, clothed us etc and for that Im grateful. I think of him this day with compassion. Thank You , Vincent, father.
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I ate my fist one Christmas. My Father, stinking of Port and onion gravy was kissing the cheek of my Mother. She had hair the colour of Poundland tinsel and it laid as bodies after war. I suppose I could have let it tumble, the usual clicks and whistles however I, for a moment, desperately wanted to savour it. Him - home unharmed and present. She - smiling at him as though she loved him and my brother not hiding Yorkshire puddings in his hooded pocket but watching on with the same wonder as I. And so, I did as anyone would with a nervous tick, of course, I ate my fist.
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