Take These Broken Wings (630 hits)
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Submitted by PattiPepper (View user info) at 2009-11-13 04:09:00 EST
I drive barefoot, I always have. I like to feel the pedals against my skin, I can feel the power. It's erotic, it feels like control. You told me it was illegal and wreckless and that I looked a fool walking to the shop with no shoes. I said I didn't care, and you were wrong, that they were my feet, just doing what they were made to do. I look down at them, painted squares of glossy pink, a pretty toe ring on each foot, a delicate chain around my ankle. However much you insist, I keep my feet bare.
The engine roars into fifth. I am speeding, you always complain I drive too fast, a kitchen drawer rammed with ticket receipts backs up your claim. I say there isn't enough time in the day to do things, you say I am a danger. I can never do anything right in your eyes. The surrounding countryside is a blur. Like a painting someone tipped water over, outlines fade into the background. The sun has nearly risen, it lights up a whitewashed cottage in the distance like butter spread on a slice of warm toast. The rays filter through the windscreen, the visor is useless to me, my petite frame is drowned by this car, so I squint at the road ahead. I don't know where I am going I just know it's got to be better than what I left behind.
It's quiet but for the hum of the engine. I stopped a while back, just before dawn, to listen to the blackbirds sing. I wanted a smoke too but my last packet of cigarettes was empty, you always complained I smoked too much. Instead I closed my eyes and listened to the chorus of chirps. For a while, I didn't think, I didn't have to think about anything, all thoughts drowned by endless tweets and warbles. Then I watched as they began to flock in the orange and gold sky, a feathered dance amongst clouds and currents, tooing-and-froing, making sudden crowds and dispersing again without any apparent reason.
I can't recall the last time I was this alone, doing something entirely for myself for no other reason other than it's what I felt like doing. It's not been this way for so long, since I was a child, perhaps. I have felt empty for many years I just never admitted it. I am missing something but I don't know what. People have chipped away at me until there is nothing left for myself, so I am running away with the last piece of me. It's like I am starting from scratch, being reborn. I have seen daybreak a thousand times before but this time it felt like new.
Pressing down on the accelerator, the landscape is smeared, like driving through my past, no clear definitions just an endless passing of objects, events and time, lives running and falling into lives, not really living just existing. The grey concrete rushes by underneath me as the needle strains to hit three figures and yet I feel I am going nowhere, I am stood still and the hunger inside me to be something, somewhere, overwhelmes me. As my speed increases my breathing becomes rapid, shallow. My heart beats faster, I feel it pound against my ribcage. I want to feel alive again.
Glancing up ahead I see a creature in the road and I have a split second to make a decision, on my own and without discussion or debate for the first time in years. You influenced every factor in my life for such a long time. Now, being alone feels good. In that second, as the sun shines high in the sky now, the day fully underway, I make my choice. I swerve erratically, the car jolts to the side, the force throwing me against the door, my belt cutting into me. The wheels decide a path of their own as the car rockets through over-grown grass and past shrubs and trees. Branches, snapping, uprooted from the ground, scratch metal and shatter glass. It feels like flying and for a long time I am helpless. I hear myself scream.
As the car slams to a sudden halt I am aware of pain but where exactly I don't know. I see nothing but a kaleidoscope of lights, like when I would look up a the sun as a child and the sun would burn my eyes sending solid shapes of silver and white across my field of vison. I feel the way I'd feel as a kid, when I would stretch out my arms and spin around and around until giddy and weak. Gravity would finally pull me down into a heap on the floor, my eyes still rolling in their sockets. I can't hear anything anymore but these thoughts. The colours begin to hurt my eyes and my head aches. I feel limp and almost numb and as I succumb to the feeling of letting go. I feel lighter than I have in years, I feel young again, the sun on my face and without a care in the world and finally I am free.
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Submitted by galvanized (user info) at 2010-01-21 13:52:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
willartstorg is a cocksmoker
Submitted by willartstorg (user info) at 2010-01-14 18:27:11 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
get fucked
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2009-11-16 14:40:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-11-16 14:30:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
" I stopped a while back, just before dawn, to listen to the blackbirds sing. I wanted a smoke too but my last packet of cigarettes was empty, you always complained I smoked too much. Instead I closed my eyes and listened to the chorus of chirps. For a while, I didn't think, I didn't have to think about anything, all thoughts drowned by endless tweets and warbles. Then I watched as they began to flock in the orange and gold sky, a feathered dance amongst clouds and currents, tooing-and-froing, making sudden crowds and dispersing again without any apparent reason. "
This paints a picture in my mind.
Nice.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-11-16 09:42:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It's a strangely wonderful feeling to realize you were just a moment ago making traction on asphalt, and suddenly you're not.
Time seems to slow down to a standstill in such instances, and for just a moment, everything that's not important, doesn't even begin to pop up in your mind. If it weren't for the common result of injury/death, I'd advocate it as treamtent for depression.
Submitted by ridiculous (user info) at 2009-11-14 10:30:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I feel the same about this as I did about my final in philosophy 1. "To lengthen this would be to diminish its quality" - my final was a paragraph long and earned me an A+, A+ for this too.
Submitted by X54 (user info) at 2009-11-13 18:51:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
See, I TOLD you you drive too fast. How many times did I tell you? And now look what happened.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2009-11-13 13:27:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
dont burn yourself out straightaway, hm?
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2009-11-13 12:07:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
...and learn to fly?
Submitted by HeyJude (user info) at 2009-11-13 11:45:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2009-11-13 10:07:41 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I drive bare-assed...
Submitted by Ryland (user info) at 2009-11-13 09:46:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2009-11-13 07:21:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
For ryland http://www.howaboutyouletherpickherowntitlestherebud.com
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Just asking a question. Bud.
Submitted by Cakes (user info) at 2009-11-13 09:09:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn you have talent!!!
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2009-11-13 08:34:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i cant drive bare foot, it feels funny
Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2009-11-13 08:16:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I was only waiting for this moment to arrive!
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2009-11-13 07:58:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2009-11-13 07:21:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
For ryland http://www.howaboutyouletherpickherowntitlestherebud.com
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-11-13 07:03:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
For ryland
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ERnT1X9HPw
Submitted by Ryland (user info) at 2009-11-13 06:57:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Isn't it supposed to be MEND these broken wings?
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-11-13 05:09:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
To driving barefoot, I always carry shoes in the passenger side though.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-11-13 04:18:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
you drove barefoot?
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2009-11-13 04:17:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Lovely imagery and description; genuine, well-rounded character; cheesy, cheesy title.
:oP