TheFallen
09-15-2009, 03:46 AM
hey there
this is only the beginning but i was wondering what people thought of it.
forgive the grammical errors if any, i havent had a chance to proof read it
any criticism is welcome
Enjoy
Words to know:
Kunsi: Grandmother
Ina: Mother
I walk out the front door of the house as i begin my journey. As i walk down the sidewalk, i look back
on the house that i've grown up in, the place i call home,"the house on the only left turn in housing with the big rock
in front" is how i've always described it and amist the seemingly endless war with reality, its good to kno you have
somewhere to call home. I continue walking down the street, reach into my pocket filled with my arsenal of pens, pencils
and markers, and pull out a somewhat crumpled Blue-Green and white pack that reads "Marlbro Menthol". I then reach into
my other pocket, shuffle around and pull out my lighter, to find some pocket lint sought refuge in the area where the flame
comes out, i pluck it out n toss it aside.
As i light up, the tingly, almost minty taste of the menthol attacks my tastebuds as i take the first drag of
the cigarette. Its hot out, the familiar sights and sounds of the place were i've grown up once again fill my senses,
the sun beats down on the top of me but it doesnt bother me, the sounds of people driving through the streets drowned
out my thoughts if only for a moment and the smell of summer air intoxicates my the rest of my senses. I continue to walk
down the road with no final destination in mind as thoughts of the day ravage thru my mind and i relect on the days
events.
"Dev"..."Devin, Get up!" it was the all to familiar sound of the day starting. As i slowly begin to come alive,
i toss the blue comforter that has kept me warm on the coldest of nights aside, and reluctantly make my way to the shower.
I drag my feet aross the carpet, not the wisest of moves asthe floor of my room is littered with small sharp things.
Slowly i make my way outta my room, not without running into a wall here...a door there, and just as i think i've made
it to the bathroom unnoticed "Good Morning Babe" rings throughout the dark room, from one of the seeming lifeless lumps
that fill the bed, i just groan my acknowledgement, it to early for words.
As i get outta the shower, the morning routine begins. I saunter back into the room, open up the laptop,
click on Itunes and play whatever happens to be selected at the time and just sit there. Time passes by as i sit
on the somewhat fithly couch i use as my bed, oblivious to the world. 7:15...7:20...as the time to leave for school
nears, i have to yell at my self to get up and finish getting ready. I get up but only to switch the song and check
the emails i've gotten over the night; junk. I get off the couch n stagger around the room still half asleep with a mission
in mind, i find a pair of socks here, a shirt there, i grab some pants, but they bare the marks of a another day, so they get tossed
thrown aside, i find a clean pair sitting on my night stand. By this time, im awake as i sit back down n pull on my pair of
pants n throw the shirt over my head.
"Dev, Lets go" Kunsi bellows through the hallways and over the melodic grooves of the song im listening too, im only half
ready; "damn" i think to myself, i quickly slip my socks n shoes on, and grab my orange brush coated in a layer of hair.
i spilt my still damp hair down the middle in the back n pull each side around, i manage to brush out the mess of snarls in
what seems like record time. I pull it back to what seems to be good enough and grab the aersol can and coat my head with
the sticky hair gel to keep my hair from getting a mind of its own. I walk into the living room to find Dora's on the Tv
again singing about a map and Ina fixing sisters hair for school...shes growing up so fast, it amazes me to see her starting
school when what seems like yesterday she was just learning to walk, i smile. I stand there watching as everyone notices
my presence in the room, the morning game of 20 questions begins "hows your shoulder" "got everything" "what time you get
out today" "are you going to school brother", luckly i've anticpated for this and answer everyones questions on auto-pilot
"hurts" "yeah" "3:30" "yes baby" and i leave to avoid others and to gather my things.
this is only the beginning but i was wondering what people thought of it.
forgive the grammical errors if any, i havent had a chance to proof read it
any criticism is welcome
Enjoy
Words to know:
Kunsi: Grandmother
Ina: Mother
I walk out the front door of the house as i begin my journey. As i walk down the sidewalk, i look back
on the house that i've grown up in, the place i call home,"the house on the only left turn in housing with the big rock
in front" is how i've always described it and amist the seemingly endless war with reality, its good to kno you have
somewhere to call home. I continue walking down the street, reach into my pocket filled with my arsenal of pens, pencils
and markers, and pull out a somewhat crumpled Blue-Green and white pack that reads "Marlbro Menthol". I then reach into
my other pocket, shuffle around and pull out my lighter, to find some pocket lint sought refuge in the area where the flame
comes out, i pluck it out n toss it aside.
As i light up, the tingly, almost minty taste of the menthol attacks my tastebuds as i take the first drag of
the cigarette. Its hot out, the familiar sights and sounds of the place were i've grown up once again fill my senses,
the sun beats down on the top of me but it doesnt bother me, the sounds of people driving through the streets drowned
out my thoughts if only for a moment and the smell of summer air intoxicates my the rest of my senses. I continue to walk
down the road with no final destination in mind as thoughts of the day ravage thru my mind and i relect on the days
events.
"Dev"..."Devin, Get up!" it was the all to familiar sound of the day starting. As i slowly begin to come alive,
i toss the blue comforter that has kept me warm on the coldest of nights aside, and reluctantly make my way to the shower.
I drag my feet aross the carpet, not the wisest of moves asthe floor of my room is littered with small sharp things.
Slowly i make my way outta my room, not without running into a wall here...a door there, and just as i think i've made
it to the bathroom unnoticed "Good Morning Babe" rings throughout the dark room, from one of the seeming lifeless lumps
that fill the bed, i just groan my acknowledgement, it to early for words.
As i get outta the shower, the morning routine begins. I saunter back into the room, open up the laptop,
click on Itunes and play whatever happens to be selected at the time and just sit there. Time passes by as i sit
on the somewhat fithly couch i use as my bed, oblivious to the world. 7:15...7:20...as the time to leave for school
nears, i have to yell at my self to get up and finish getting ready. I get up but only to switch the song and check
the emails i've gotten over the night; junk. I get off the couch n stagger around the room still half asleep with a mission
in mind, i find a pair of socks here, a shirt there, i grab some pants, but they bare the marks of a another day, so they get tossed
thrown aside, i find a clean pair sitting on my night stand. By this time, im awake as i sit back down n pull on my pair of
pants n throw the shirt over my head.
"Dev, Lets go" Kunsi bellows through the hallways and over the melodic grooves of the song im listening too, im only half
ready; "damn" i think to myself, i quickly slip my socks n shoes on, and grab my orange brush coated in a layer of hair.
i spilt my still damp hair down the middle in the back n pull each side around, i manage to brush out the mess of snarls in
what seems like record time. I pull it back to what seems to be good enough and grab the aersol can and coat my head with
the sticky hair gel to keep my hair from getting a mind of its own. I walk into the living room to find Dora's on the Tv
again singing about a map and Ina fixing sisters hair for school...shes growing up so fast, it amazes me to see her starting
school when what seems like yesterday she was just learning to walk, i smile. I stand there watching as everyone notices
my presence in the room, the morning game of 20 questions begins "hows your shoulder" "got everything" "what time you get
out today" "are you going to school brother", luckly i've anticpated for this and answer everyones questions on auto-pilot
"hurts" "yeah" "3:30" "yes baby" and i leave to avoid others and to gather my things.