Creative writing

He never spoke to me much There was an intense feeling of love We played and ran together We hurt each other some times The dark would always come after the light His eyes were blue, mine hazel He never cried but once The hurt locked deep inside A masterful mind He mastered those he wanted He never spoke to me much

Brightness shining into our eyes Feeling empowered to move on now Showing skies true colors after the rains A deep blue color cast over our heads Firm ground to walk upon, doubling as our grave Showing the cards you held was not the plan Evergreen lifestyle isn't for them Brightness shining into our eyes

When the ground sucks us all into her I pray: Mother I pray, for all your creatures Mother I pray, that we all end as fast as you will allow. Mother I pray, the suffering is not to great. Mother I pray, for once I may live without fear Mother I pray, for the calm I have never had Mother I pray, for the creatures that will not leave

Riches beyond your wildest dreams Golden buildings taller than any other Gold dripping tower tops A golden bed to lay in Golden stairs to climb Golden dreams are we relying on

The long grass blade waves as we drive by The trees bend as the winds pass though and around them Witness an environmental dance Turning leaves, turning lives, turning us over and over Leaving memories, we may or may not have to hold Pictures stuck upon the walls; who are all these people, why don't I recall Minds drifting torn on down Bleakest of times ahead, should of thought it through a bit more No money, no home, no body gives a dam, did it to yourself; is said now Acceptance was the answer; is it time to fight? We drove past the long hills, pointed skylines, and etched out concrete jungles Passing time like stroking myself to long and hoping for more Nectar's dripping, better run to the kitchen, she loves to cook now

Flip-id little bastard that stands before me You most horrid of male things without balls I see I feel you are to weak for me to take to my lair The mere sight of you enrages all those around The foul odor from you makes us all want to crawl The dying have no peace now that we all flee Flip-id little bastard that stands before me

Don't accept me for me Don't look at me Don't hear me Don't support me Don't help me Don't feel me Don't

I have been witness to lying, theft, murder, rape, molestation, physical abuse, mental abuse, emotional abuse, That maybe all you see on a background check. Do you want to know about the person's life? Or just run away and pretend they don't exist? Utopia - created from the knowledge; all bad are locked up, all good I surround  myself with.  the rest can be witness to this.