Creative writing

Tears running down the cheeks like tiny rain drops here they be Mine is the sad tale of what could have been Lost to all who saw me, I am but bitter and now frail My own hand cut into the flesh Feasting on her heart they turn to see the light Blood pouring from the mouth he begins to shout Cries for help go unanswered and he dies Not by my hand she cries I am old and frail now you can see Leave me alone child go away, set me free Tears running down the cheeks like tiny rain drops here they be written by:Derrick A Jasper Feb 19th 2015

Washing down the river the leaf travels by Washing through your hair the soap runs by Washing up the dogs the soap gets in my eye Washing down the road the feather passes us by Washing down the waterfall the tiny fish learns to fly Washing down the snow banks he climbs ever so high Washing into the memories of you I begin to cry Washing past the lines in stores they don't even try Washing clothes today now that we said good bye Written by: Derrick A Jasper February 15th 2015 

Pour the liquor, swallow the pill, snort the dust on the table Inject the poison into my veins Drop the acid on my tongue Put the drug up my ass Drop the liquid into my eye Any thing just to get high Taking the edge off, taking the pain away Drugs, caffeine, food, sex, cutting, role games its all the same Everyone is an addict if only for one day written by: Derrick A Jasper February 7th 2015

Water pouring from above, we fear it, revel in it, and dance to it As the water finds a way through the now leaky roof into the walls they built Bugs find hallowed spots within the rotted wood Spiders eat what climbs stupidly into their webs A dinner never missed by one so clever it seems As the dripping is heard in the pans and buckets on the floor Purchased with monies collected from the crowned prince He now sits alone typing at the key board of life fleeting as it is The water dripping into puddles on the floor Water filled the rooms up and chased all the bugs away Seems the greatest power here today is water having its own way Written by: Derrick A Jasper February 7th 2015

Superior intellect as he cups himself in a closet of emotionalism Clinging to the days of University, when women were plenty and time etched by Holding them was never his goal, only penetrating and thunder felt at his feet Echoing the last days of glory come rushing into his head Seizing upon his bodies grandeur he collapses to the floor  Fractures happen when youth eludes us Death follows those who have higher intellect as it does those who do not Weeping and whimpering heard in the late hours of the night Ghostly times we have created, they are now not so bright Clamours of old she lays easy at his side As she knows his thunder will slowly die He trembles at the thought of the emptiness he created A half ling stands in the hall way waiting for them to teach it love Superior intellect could not make this creature whole He crumbles into a million echo-less moments as his lays on the cold floor The superior mind and body he once had now withered and di...