Creative Writing Thursday (13)
Add your creative writing for today..
Not enough words in a day
eight things left to say
seven things left to say
six things left to say
five things left to say
We have so much to accomplish every day
But rarely tell the things we meant to say
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Safety is an illusion........
Love a full blown lie........
Pain refines my image........
Burns me from inside.........
Posted by: Deep Colors Bleed | October 16, 2003 07:45 AM
SHUT UP!!
Fill the bag with money or I'll make a mess.
Put holes in your nice clean vest,
and some stains that Tide won't remove.
Quit crying get to filling and move.
Act like its a life or death matter.
because if I get angry those tears won't even matter.
And don't reach for the alarm, B
because the cops won't be able to disarm, me before I make you pay the price,
I'm gonna to be living nice,
Soon as you give me all the cash in the safe,
and some lighter fluid so I can torch this place.
I never knew my mother, and my father beat me.
so one day I left so he couldn't mistreat me.
but the streets are cold and I don't have no coat.
and the people who pass by act like we ain't in the same boat.
Till one day I took some man's wallet.
he didn't even realize I'd had got it.
it was stuffed with fifties and hundreds,
gave me a warm meal but left me so hungry.
So now I'm a take what I want and the rest I need.
cause being dirt poor just encourages greed,
encourage filth and at night when I sleep,
I see the same pile of money in my dreams.
You want to call me crazy, you don't know me lady.
You think I'm crazy, I'm a show you crazy.
Watch me torch this store in a blaze of glory.
Tonight I'll be the top ten at ten story.
and you. . .you'll just be another victim to the society that made me.
Now tell me who's crazy. . .
Posted by: Mindless Intelligence | October 16, 2003 05:15 PM
Mindless Intelligence....
you really scare me
that didnt rhyme
hope you dont hurt me
Posted by: itzjerm | October 16, 2003 05:50 PM
tender, it awakens
the beloved twilight
as the immense silent shadow of night
runs fading, quickened to his sleep..
a fallen nightingale tells how hope broke her
and love ‘to have’ seems immortal
she sang to me this subtle beauty
and I feel wronged.
Posted by: jason | October 16, 2003 06:56 PM
Well, Jeremy, I can see how that'd bother you. Man I was in a bad mood. Sorry about posting that, but I just got my check today, and that's how depressed I get. Don't even read my blog, I talk about wanting to beat down cops. Sorry.
Posted by: Mindless Intelligence | October 16, 2003 10:16 PM