Creative writing

Tis wicked womanly ways that scorch my soul Bite this trembling heart filled with pain Whores rambling between the beds of men of riches and fame Blackened thieves tortured and be raved Hooves aloof to the road when wet, no one beckons me to come Son of blood I am cast out Died for your sins I think not they shout Twisted my head around my neck and turned my insides dark Misspelled your name and slandered you behind your back They care not for the feast, they eat and drink the wines of wicked women Calling into the dark paths of treasure we seek the gold Lamenting her tortured soul with silver dust and trinkets of old Shaking the bed frame, back to the wall hideous beast she cried For the day of reckoning has not passed into your house as of late So lay her lifeless whoring body down here with me Scrape to my chest the wickedness she has given unto the children of the blood Seek vengeance where there is none to seek and you shall be rewarded nothing T...

Feel the cool breeze echoing upon my skin He foretold the truth of coldness like none have seen before Shivering from the freezing air outside droplets of white dust rush onto the frozen ground From times long ago they spoke of how things came to pass White mans rule ended Indians all died no one was left to fight or even tried Animals frozen in the arms of human friends each died the cold death Frozen for all times to hide Large white droplets flying down from the sky They built treasure troves of food, water and shelter but they could not survive the cold Nothing was spared in the frozen time when all land creatures parrished and some were buried alive Can't fight the cold coming and when it does we all shall parish Feel the cool air echoing upon my skin written by: Derrick A Jasper January 27th 2015

Growing weary now I am Growing older with you by my side Growing vain in my heart unsure of my steps now Growing up they said was hard to do Growing old they told me wasn't for the weak of heart Growing into death where no life lives on Growing to be someone strong Growing she is now away from me Growing we look back at what we had Growing we held true to each other one more day Growing through the loss of time and place written by:Derrick A Jasper January 16th 2015

Cold air dancing on my skin I breath in to know I am still here The loss of touch has given way to deep dark despair Pain vibrates down my spin as I sit and write today Nothing takes away the darkness inside Stars seen as night opens up without the city lights dimming my sight Coffins line the street as we sit down to eat Festivals of hope but no one has any left We dance in the mud laughing just because Tingling over my body is felt as I lay here and weep She tells me I love you, words are cheap Cold air dancing on my skin  written by: Derrick A Jasper January 14th 2015

Long dark hair feathered over my bare chest We lay here for hours longing for more She is youthful I am not She is beautiful I am rough We love the mornings as we drink the dark water We stare into each others eyes as if we never really knew Hope never fades when I am with you Misty mornings cold nights we walk on through Love adorns our hearts and we leap into our days Never twisting fate - fate has its own way written by: Derrick A Jasper January 3rd 2015