Broken for the words I spoken. Poisoned like a mushroom, my earth fell in a tomb and how do I heal wounds? I spoke to soon without thinking. Grew up surrounded by everybody constantly criticizing. Deep feelings hang in my mind like a closet. Deep feelings hang in my mind like monkey bars. Just left scared hanging and constantly bruising for not putting alcohol on my scars. Always thought I was being manly for not wearing a scarf when life became cold. I caught an infection that needs healing. Irritation burning my patience and drunk off of my hallucinations Despite my aggravation I still searched for confidence by providing space to rebuild earth to see that enchanting smile on a irresistible face even though I wasn’t in shape. Like rocky I needed to train my brain I just need a track and a engine to operate. My mind is underground in which people choose to underrate by dick riding popularity like fans do to mainstream rappers. Climbing the ladder is harder than sliding down the slide. This is why I’m shy. Unexpected rodent bite in my sleep have me fearing the bed and dreaming. Thought life was clean like a Will Smith CD but the disc has deep scratches and can’t disappear. Life is not magic. Wipe the dirt of their shoulder toward your sneakers. Carrying someone Else’s luggage and yet I struggle with my own. So hurt so I started to smoke, even thought about sniffing coke. Was defeat my density? Was contemplating self harm while staring at the empty glass of Hennessy. Ignoring my instincts for earth made things worst. Holding on hurts more than letting go It deteriorates the soul. Can no longer hold your composure as you land your fist on the large boulder or dislocate your shoulders just to receive Earth’s attention but earth deflected you for another planet. So I will commit suicide to demonstrate how to fall in love or die trying.
This is just a poem that’s over exaggerated. Not meant to be take seriously
I dedicate this poem to simofutet. She requested me to write a poem on “distance” on my Magic Spell blog in the comment section. If simofutet is reading this now, I hope you really enjoy this poem that I wrote for you and it was a pleasure writing this poem for you.
From happiness to destruction is what I witness this Christmas Waking up this morning and I’m hoping this is all fiction. Some reason I’m not excited to open my presents and I blame Satan for the separation of my parents. All December the nightmares had me afflicted over and over being exposed to my parents separation and I have been distant from my siblings and I did not help with the decorations and everyone is doing everything they can to get me to be apart of the celebration Christmas is all a fiction because real life is unscripted.
My dad moved out and moved down south and for him to get to us is a long distance. My dad move out and moved down south and for him to get to us is a long distance.
I opened up all my presents and they are quite expensive and mom kisses me and tells me I’m worth it. But do I really deserve this? So now I devour my breakfast and I ask for seconds and swallow that down In less than a minute Mom is astonished and asked “Your already finished!” I say “I going to sleep for a while I’m feeling exhausted.” I drag my feet like a peasant I stare out the window near the fire escape staring at the flock of pigeons. This reminds me that my dad is missing this Christmas. I decide that I will climb out the fire escape because I have to see him this Christmas.
My dad moved out and moved down south and for him to get to us is a long distance. My dad move out and moved down south and for him to get to us is a long distance
So if my dad can’t come to me I will go to him just so we can smile together again. I will not pretend that I am content and I blame my mom and Satan. My mom kicked my dad out and I’m tired of her mouth “Stay in a child’s place” she says that when I ask her “why did you kick dad out?” I will go to my dad’s house to live and I am never coming back again I plan to live with him. As I climb down the fire escape the wind blows hard on my face From the alley I ran towards the street I was in the middle of the street but stop to bend down tie my shoelace After, I stand up In the sky I saw a airplane. All of a sudden I look left and see A car speeding towards my way with yellow license plates. I yell “Stop” but,
Now I suddenly leave my body and see angels in front of me. One of them speak to me “Satan was inside your mind but he will never own your soul, now welcome home!” I feel so free No weight off of me. I look down and see frowns on the faces my family. My mom is yelling at my dad “Your killed our son you fucking bastard, you fucking piece of shit” I smile at peace and kiss her and my dad on the cheek and say
“I moved up way up millions of light years In the clouds and though I am no longer within your distance I was grateful to have you as my earthly parents I will always be with you in spirit”
Now instead of my parents arguing the next moment I see them hugging and crying and apologizing.
I join the group and though they can’t hear me I whisper to them “I will see you again in heaven”
Heaven is beyond the human distance Mom and Dad,
but this was the Lord’s plan
Even though I died before I became a man
as long as you put God first, you will see me again.
My life only had a short distance, where I didn’t have long living
but the lord is at the end of the race, no matter the length
of the distance.
As a mother, do you think it’s okay for her to tell her child “Stay in a child’s place” when the child is asking “Where’s daddy?”
Was this a happy ending or a sad ending?
For those of you that are parents, are you always making sure that your child is happy and do listen to you children when they are telling you that they are are not happy?
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