rhymarhyma WRITERS’ MENTOR (500 + posts)
Posts : 549 Join date : 2011-08-11 Location : Denver, CO
| Subject: Letters from the dead Sat Jun 01, 2013 9:01 am | |
| I killed my first man at eighteen years old I watched his eyes go dim and felt his heart grow cold That memory's from a journal of sorts buried deep within my head Fragmented pieces of thoughts once lost...letters from the dead...
I know I probably shouldn't write about certain types of crime but I've already been convicted and I've already served my time It's kind of funny how sad life becomes growing up around death I remember looking into his eyes as he took his final breath I knew the guy I killed, I had seen him around the block and his father was one of those religious guys so he was always wanting to talk "sent his son...blah, blah, blah...to forgive you of your sin..." Go and find somebody else, homeboy...I am lost from deep within There were two of us together that day when dude got in my space and my buddy started instigating as we were standing face to face That's why I had to kill that guy, because he wouldn't let me be and I think now looking back on it I was jealous that he seemed so free Regardless, it happened in an instant, we both had some words to say and in that split-second...his life was taken away For a long time after that, death was my best friend but friends can quickly turn on you, and can kill you in the end...
At twenty-six years old, I killed my very last man It was a long time coming, it was a well-laid plan The plan was found in a journal of sorts buried deep beneath my bed that I read in my cell, my living hell...letters inked in red...
Time and space I can't erase, but this other guy had to die He took something that belonged to me and then had the nerve to lie This time it was different because this time it was about revenge My cell, my bars...my mental scars...my future to avenge Usually, locked up, I'd find a friend willing to give his own life for mine and this one would help me carry out the plan, this killing by design The craziest thing about being confined is that you lose part of your mind and even when you're physically free, true freedom you can't find Razor-wire and chain-link fence and concrete walls will soon decay but the bars inside your heart and mind sometimes never go away In my own way I lived that way, another day in the hole and I was tired of living but not being alive because another had taken my soul My friend on the outside who I knew from the inside said it was time to ride or die so I firmly grabbed my red-lettered plan and held my hands up towards the sky Crying from slowly dying, I screamed for Christ to set me free and he answered my plea by letting me see; both people killed in this rhyme were me...
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oneagleswings ADMIN II
CCW GOLD MEMBER CCW SUPPORTER 2X POETRY CONTEST WINNER Posts : 4323 Age : 64 Join date : 2011-08-30 Location : south carolina
| Subject: Re: Letters from the dead Sat Jun 01, 2013 11:18 am | |
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Thena ADMIN II
CCW GOLD MEMBER CCW SUPPORTER POETRY & SHORT STORY CONTESTS WINNER Posts : 2875 Age : 79 Join date : 2011-09-11 Location : Sunny CA
| Subject: Re: Letters from the dead Sat Jun 01, 2013 12:29 pm | |
| Yes, what eagles said.......wow |
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rhymarhyma WRITERS’ MENTOR (500 + posts)
Posts : 549 Join date : 2011-08-11 Location : Denver, CO
| Subject: Re: Letters from the dead Sun Jun 02, 2013 10:26 pm | |
| Right on! Miss Thena, I absolutely treasure the books you sent me. No doubt. Thank you. |
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