#1
I don't know why I'm even posting this, I just had to get it out.
I'm going through the hardest time of my life right now, and I can't seem to find the time to
crit others; so, do me a favor and don't comment on this.
If you want to say something, just say a prayer when you get to the end.
This may be the last thing I ever post,
if so, you guys have helped me so much. Infinite thanks to all of you.
- Kent



Dear Mom,

Somtimes I laugh in the mirror when hear
the hard echoes of a toddler's moan.
Always under a viel of numbers and complexity,
I put paper airplanes in flight from the
hospital roof while thinking of you,
and everything else that's between.
September 27, 1987 was the day
we met:

I remember when we were poor, living in a shack in North Carolina.
We didn't have central heating, so you would throw my jackets in
the dryer to warm them before I set off to school.
We would sit in the kitchen in front of an opened stove, sipping on
Swiss Miss, talking about the doctor I was going to be one day.
The days we seldom talk about, but never forgetting.

When I was 13, I had trouble with hoodlums at school. You raised
me to be soft-spoken, and gentle; something I keep finding the world
hates.
But you taught me that it's okay, and neccessary to stand up for who I am,
and my beliefs. I will fight forever to preserve these notions, even in pain of death.
I will fight for you.

My Grandfather died when I was two. They say he was a musical genious.
That he would sit on his front porch, playing his Fender Kingsman acoustic
for the crowds that would flock to see him.
They say, that he could make that guitar speak; the same guitar you placed
in my hands, because you said I had the gift, too.
I will be your pied piper.

October 2006 is a time that will go down in history for us.
When they found the cancer in your bones.
But you're still here.

September 27, 1987
was the first time I stared
into the eyes of unconditional love.
And we'll keep fighting.
And we'll keep believing, no matter what.
I will warm the blankets in the dryer.
I will write, play, and sing.
Through pain of death, I will fight this with you.
I love you, Mom.
There's a road that leads to the end of all suffering. You should take it.


- Jericho Caine


secret, aaaaagent maaan.
secret, aaaaagent maaan.
#2


if you need somebody to talk to, you know where to find me.
when birds flap their wings do the make believe they're really arms?
#3
Wait, it's been a whole half hour and Jamie hasn't told you to make this into prose?

He'll be right when he does. The line breaks did nothing. I'm guessing you won't want a false impression just because this may be a very personal piece, so I'll tell you straight up: I didn't like it at all. I think you're better at your abstraction. However, you've got talent so you could probably pull this diary-esque thing off if you worked at it.

I won't go on any more, because I usually don't appreciate this style at all, and can only offer proper help when I see something I really like and want to help the writer improve the piece.

Get to one something of mine if you can (I posted a link on your profile), but that's ok, if you don't have time or whatever. Keep writing.
#4
Quote by hope's downfall

if you need somebody to talk to, you know where to find me.

me as well


Kent, you are a truly gifted writer and I believe that will carry you very far, if it has not already. And if this does turn out to be your last piece on here, you will be missed. I wish you luck with whatever comes next.
On the eight day we spoke back...

let there be sound.
#5
Sam, this is nothing i'll revise man; just a letter to someone who will not get to read.
i think i'm done writing for a long time.
but i very much appreciate your comment on the last, and i'll get to yours hopefully by tonight.

thanks again, everyone.
There's a road that leads to the end of all suffering. You should take it.


- Jericho Caine


secret, aaaaagent maaan.
secret, aaaaagent maaan.
#8
Quote by ottoavist
Sam, this is nothing i'll revise man; just a letter to someone who will not get to read.
i think i'm done writing for a long time.
but i very much appreciate your comment on the last, and i'll get to yours hopefully by tonight.

thanks again, everyone.

that's cool, just thought I should post on something of yours, been meaning to for months really. And no worries, be awesome if you could though.
#9
please don't stop writing. you have so much talent it would be a shame to turn away from that. and even if you didn't, if nothing else it's probably a good outlet for all you're going through. just my 2 cents.
when birds flap their wings do the make believe they're really arms?
#10
Quote by hope's downfall
please don't stop writing. you have so much talent it would be a shame to turn away from that. and even if you didn't, if nothing else it's probably a good outlet for all you're going through. just my 2 cents.

This mellow drama queen is smart.
#11
that was beautiful dude. thanks for sharing it.
my thoughts go out to you and your family.
Last edited by sleep sickness at Aug 12, 2008,
#12
thanks so much you guys; i don't think i could ever explain to you just how much your words mean to me.
There's a road that leads to the end of all suffering. You should take it.


- Jericho Caine


secret, aaaaagent maaan.
secret, aaaaagent maaan.
#13
Dude, that's amazingly sincere, and I can relate on the second and 3rd verses, if you need someone bro, just message me, better than hang around doing stupid **** in the Pit anyway.
#14
Wherever you go, we'll always care about you.

I think you'll know when my prayer hits
Anatomy Anatomy
Whale Blue Review

Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
#15
I can't even imagine my friend.

Thank you for sharing. And good luck. And while I know you probably have a number of better outlets and friends that you actually know. I'm only a couple hundred miles away and if you need a place to escape I s[size="2}hi[/size"]t you not when I say my couch is open. Sounds dumb, but I'm not joking at all if you need it.

I know you don't want comments or critiques: but I will say this, the honesty was admirable as was the piece and attempt. But you have done better... but I can't say anything bad either... as there is nothing bad here. Sometimes you just gotta bleed in ink; and you do it gracefully. I hope you aren't going... but if you decide to; fare thee well. God speed, you have my prayers.
#16
"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
- Edna St. Vincent Millay

i'll pray for you
#17
shit... seriously.. brought a tear into my eye..... i hate you for making such emotional lyrics
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#19
Kent you should write more personal shit like this I would read it every day for a sneak into your heart and bedroom and diary and yeah.