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Punch-drunk from bourbon
And beer, he stumbled
Through the dim, smoky
Bar toward the door.
The night air embraced him.
Gravel crunch'd beneath
His feet as he cross'd
The lot to meet his
Waiting Ducati.
He mounted the bike
Quite unsteadily.
No one had taken his keys.
Down the country road he
Roar'd at ninety. Trees
Flew by on either
Side. Reflectors in
Between bright yellow
Lines glinted orange
In his headlights. They
Were hypnotizing
Him, causing sleep to
Tug at his eyelids.
Inebriation
Was taking its hold.
Yet he kept driving.
The road was curving
Up ahead. It was
Coming at him fast
And furious. He
Began to take it,
Not caring to slow.
It was such a sharp bend.
On the other side
Of that same curve, a
Ford F-250
Was coming head-on.
It was going forty.
Before the turn was
Halfway taken, the
Ducati driver
Was overtaken
By drunkenness and
The lure of sleep. Soon,
Consciousness lost him.
The bike began to
Tilt with its master
Toward the bend's two
Center yellow lines.
The Ford could not stop.
It hit the driver
And the Ducati.
The motorcycle
Was sent skittering.
The drunk was push'd
To the Ford's grate then
Was crush'd by its wheels.
Suddenly, he was
No more than road kill.
And beer, he stumbled
Through the dim, smoky
Bar toward the door.
The night air embraced him.
Gravel crunch'd beneath
His feet as he cross'd
The lot to meet his
Waiting Ducati.
He mounted the bike
Quite unsteadily.
No one had taken his keys.
Down the country road he
Roar'd at ninety. Trees
Flew by on either
Side. Reflectors in
Between bright yellow
Lines glinted orange
In his headlights. They
Were hypnotizing
Him, causing sleep to
Tug at his eyelids.
Inebriation
Was taking its hold.
Yet he kept driving.
The road was curving
Up ahead. It was
Coming at him fast
And furious. He
Began to take it,
Not caring to slow.
It was such a sharp bend.
On the other side
Of that same curve, a
Ford F-250
Was coming head-on.
It was going forty.
Before the turn was
Halfway taken, the
Ducati driver
Was overtaken
By drunkenness and
The lure of sleep. Soon,
Consciousness lost him.
The bike began to
Tilt with its master
Toward the bend's two
Center yellow lines.
The Ford could not stop.
It hit the driver
And the Ducati.
The motorcycle
Was sent skittering.
The drunk was push'd
To the Ford's grate then
Was crush'd by its wheels.
Suddenly, he was
No more than road kill.
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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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
The more I lost..
The more I lost,
The more I can't focus,
The more I can't leave,
I couldn't changed my new self,
I know that,
It's so unfair when you can't find a way,
To say sorry,
To be friends again,
Forgotable,
Stupidable,
The more I began to losing,
I felt like...
I lost a sadness,
I couldn't cry, or scream for forgiveness.
But one thing I didn't lose is...
The tear of the day when I was born.
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I feel happy now.