Creative Writing Chronicles

I’ve been waiting on the assassination of our nation’s civilization by communication.

But t.v. did that!

I’ve been waiting for people not to have an obligation to take medication because of lack of motivation or to get some much needed relaxation.

But drugs took care of that!

I’ve been waiting until your corporation took in a donation from segregation and put it into the plantation.

But slavery got that too!

So what is there for me to do?

I can take my information put it on an application that will go to a place of isolation and like magic there’s my destination.

But i think jail got that one.

What can i do?….? What?

Out of my desperation I can create a conversation to justify the combination between the Caucasian and the black population.

But AIDS got to it first!

So maybe just maybe i can elevate the masses of a generation so our only occupation will not be probation from the death of retaliation!

But that’s why grave site are up!

I can take my situation come up with a realization of the imagination and out of my humiliation become a much needed inspiration and exceed the people’s expectation.

But hip hop been hit the block!

Maybe due to my location I can developed an appreciation for public transportation and try to shut down their enormous operation.

But that’s how poverty came along!

I know, how about out of my frustration I lose hand and eye coordination and pretend  i was affected by the radiation so they will not call for an investigation for my apparent intoxication.

But that’s for drunk drivers!

I can do what everyone else is doing and boost up my reputation by lettin’ everybody know that my initiation was not only for gang representation but also because my dead-beat dad was a part of the organization

But that’s what followers do!

I can get out of my hesitation and observe the woman population to developed a foundation for black eyes, red lips, and something I would like to call my method of manipulation.

But I do not hit women!

So since everything is already taken then i think I will just start writing… I don’t know… maybe music or poetry or something!

Clouds on a dreadful day….always seem to come my direction… And when the raindrops drop…. It seems to ease the pain… This raindrop is like a hard liquor… It rushed through your body and burns your troubles away…Night after Night you lose all of your sense..You wake up one morning wondering…what happened?? And BOOM! A sudden pause…All you can hear is the sound of your heart beat… And a feeling like someone is beating your heart with a bat…But it stopes after awhile…Your repeat the samething, day after day and night after night until…You feel no pain again…But what’s the point of wanting to feel again, before you realize that your dead………..!

This trashcan is full of violence and gore

I almost can’t look in it anymore.

I rambled and rambled then my eyes went shock to fine a rusty knife and a bloody cloth.

I found myself being very curious so i kept on searching to clear my blurryness.

Next i came across a letter

About a poor little girl and a torn up sweater.

I thought to myself this is getting better.

I could seee that there was a mystery to solve.

So much evidence and descriptions it could be resolved.

The most shocking tyhing thing was a polorid of the scene.

The girl  painted in the grass of what use to be green.

The last thing i found made me very disturbed,

I coulden’t believe the suspects nerve,

 In my hand sat a chain of pearls

and a locket that read”daddy’s little girl”

In this place there

are no limits.

It is the land

of new beginnings.

No matter your past

or what happened last

maybe you lived too fast

and then it all went crash.

In this place there

is no one to judge you

Just the vision of

the clouds so blue.

No matter who loved

or who got drug

there is only one bud

and that’s the one above.

In this place there

are no sins.

It is the land

where there is no end.

I’m locked up and there’s no way out

I’m starving and there’s no food around!

I have a path but can’t see where I’m going

I’m dying and I can’t breathe

I’m tired but I can’t sleep

I’ve been looking, but I can’t find

I’m standing on a path with no destination

in mind.

My disease is one that has no cure.

I’m in pain!!!

Suffering without help or a comforting hand

I may look like I’m fine but inside

I’m crying!

Looking for a way out, searching for a new route

I need help and I need it now, I’m dealing with

Something that takes my breath

I’m on fire and there’s no water for seeking

Pain is always around and it won’t leave

The pain I’m in you won’t believe!