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Traitor
I have betrayed myself
Again.
Forsaken my goals
Again.
Keep writing, my heart whispers
Onward, evermore.
Achieve the dream of your soul
Onward, evermore.
Yet doubt like vines grasp my mind
Crippling will.
Holds my fingers still on the keyboard
Crippling will.
The light comes out another day
I will wait.
Fights my darkness from all sides
I will wait.
Literature
Prisoners Escape
Hardened black prisoners escape by stealing the uniforms of the white male prison guards and then hijacking white businessmen.
Umar was one bad-ass black guy. He was only nineteen but he was already a hardened criminal, he had been involved with leading black crime gangs since he was 11. Unfortunately things had not gone too well and he and his gang members had been caught by the police.
The judge had sentenced him to life in prison. Because he was considered a highly dangerous criminal he was to spend the rest of his life in a secure prison on the other side of the country.
Umar was now on-board the prison bus with 19 other hardened cr
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NighTale
NighTale
Written on Sunday, January 4th 2015
As Night lovingly embraced Sky, her lover
And brought him down to her bosoms
Man sheltered themselves and fell still;
Not even their breathing was heard
While Stars danced above, lustful
Seducing before the lone, aroused Moon
Without Sun acknowledging their betrayal
Without Horizon witnessing their caresses
Then what story did mankind hold?
Too afraid to step into Darkness' domain
Too frail to bear the cold Frostbite;
Just hiding under the shade of blankets, shivering
That no soul under the Heaven said a word
That no tavern sang songs of the old
For there be only Silence, her and only ex
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Hmm... I feel as if that last bit could alluded to many things. Perhaps it is mentioning the early time of night, or maybe it is talking about the person themselves... if that makes sense.
Depends on how you see it, really. I like the way it feels quite choppy and fragmented as if the person (or thing, perhaps?) was trying to take it all in but .. not being able to, only seeing it in bits and pieces.
Which could be a bad thing, but that is lust for you, I suppose.
Depends on how you see it, really. I like the way it feels quite choppy and fragmented as if the person (or thing, perhaps?) was trying to take it all in but .. not being able to, only seeing it in bits and pieces.
Which could be a bad thing, but that is lust for you, I suppose.