Give Me One More Chance

Apple red, apple crisp. Forthright bite, juice flow down arm, sinfully licked. Lust for another, not yet finish with this. Orchard of pleasure spread thick. Trees splinter free, pain only possible on a genies wish. Ancient text misread, only in silence we speak of this. Rituals foretold, perform I’ll proper and bold. The dead turn over in their grave, some angry enough resurrect themselves in the new age. Old dogs may change but, only amnesia to the head will make them forget old ways.

Brought Into A Scam

A plethora of lethargy snuck in decrepitly. Took the reins of my thinking, got the best of me. Maybe conciseness is testing, lost cause, nesting. Heart open, unprotected. These thoughts aren’t mines. “Who’s” ? is the question. Refuse to separate my past from the present, no history is depressing. Repeat yourself, work against it. Chose a cause, defend it, come full circle, defend against it. Sip some tea, bite the leaf, human nature is to walk upright towards free. Those who don’t feel free, works towards segregation of wings from bodies. Shopping spree, everything half off. That means it’s suggested value never meant a damn thing.

I Fear Other People

School of thought, live life peacefully. You’ll be shocked, shot, heart dropped. After death, the terror doesn’t magically stop. My blood over flown with histamine due to systems of brutality and mistreatment in history. The universe got me thinking this life is meant for me. Pain past down through hereditary. Broken and scattered across centuries. Pick up the pieces slave, branded eulogy. Anger, justification, fight fire with fire, birth of a nation for the ignorant. Live in bliss, a cruel truth separation. Biting my lip off, assuring my soul that karma exist. A revenge mission for reparations, would be to take my DNA and desecrate it. Even if my future turns out bright, the spirit of my ancestors won’t be complacent.

Insects Crawling On Me

Last chance, contemplating how I’m going to miss this. Never take a chance, my heart won’t forget it. Do what’s done before, a new experience is my only regret. Afraid to slip and fall slept. Quit before I fail to try. Try hard laughably, disown the exaggeration. A little bit of me in every action I chose, even still my pride is too much for me to lose. Staring out the window, might as well ask a tree. Wind through the leaves, nope. Now it’s an answer provided for me. Living my best life, what most people are saying. Most of my nights are filled with praying. A shorter route to tears is all I’ve gained. This is my life, fortune won’t allow me to deny this pain. 

Look My Way, Already

Don’t pray for me. Just know, it’s not too late for me. Time moves in revere. Each new moment. It’s like history stole it. Should be happy but, face never shows it. I’ve been sick, took whatever I could from life to suppress it. Never would have guessed it, until I chose courage and flexed it. Stories from the past, won’t be told again. At least trapped here, I won’t grow old again. Sometimes, I wish I picked up a pen instead of a sword. The damage I had a hand in creating can’t be ignored.