midnight purple blue story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: October 26, 2010

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A cross on my face. I am not afraid. Just to write what i want I will not make any more delay. The flight is departed and i am on my way. No look backs. No goodbyes. I'm pumped up and i believe this is the time, to write what i hide in these lines, so many times I tried to write what i like to write but all the time some thing pushed me back and i believe that was my mind which got sick all the time of writing poems and rhyming these lines but this time there will be no setbacks.

I've printed my life on these blank pages. So many times I’ve taken a ride of cry over what i write and the tears were real and they sometimes didn't fall. Sometimes they never stopped. It's not my fault. Jolt Bolt! Bitch, you left me here where there is no one to hear and the pain which you gave me to wear, never wear and tears and the dust of lust that you gave me to adjust always busts into my disgust and the mystery of misery that you left me to deal with creeps and freaks me too much.

I toss a coin and the silence makes a noise. Never heard the word 'sane'. Its always insane and the illusion of my insanity will drift you into a curiosity and the book of fantasy will read a new philosophy when the midnight purple blue story of my life's gonna flash out at its core and long live the king there would be no such thing as care cause no one will dare to step into the shoes of good dudes and the nukes will rule the earth with a new baby birth.

Chinatown! I was with you on all the counts. Heal the wounds. This city of clowns with no crown deserves thumbs down along the buck of pounds at the backyard of our compound. Hey wait! 2 times! Bring me back my father i will give you best laughter. I don't even know how to say my name.Lets play a blame game. I'm a slave and i belong to the masters of 1970's bastards... She? I didn’t knew that was a date until you told me and now you quest me? Damn it! Please don’t make me a chew gum. Come back! Enough of the games. Put a lid over all the blames. Don’t be lame. You left me in the middle of somewhere. Now known as nowhere. NO fair. I respect you..I..I really do..You mean so much to me. Take a shower, go to the tower, read a novel, login to your pager, stop being a hater, be a lover, you’re mine, be mine! This aint Eminem's rabbit run this is my rage en love.

Yes I’m an addict, not a fagot. Enough of this toxic. Battle was of ''class war'' and ''no to racism'' was my topic. Five days of preps and then came the big day, debate day. I went there to speak my speech. Work done. Up came the result. Second at the list. Well done! A big applause. Nice day at the office. Happy face. Then came the dawn! A boy unknown. Stared me at the eyes and said "you don't deserve it and you're not deserving for anything". Normally i wouldn't give a fuck to that but that was a paper cut at the fresh flesh of my heart. By God, i came to understand the real meaning of "disappointment" that day. Sights en looks of hate i get every day.yesterday i got a boo too. Xr,fucktard!

I'm so sick of writing all this shit. Cant just quit. Piss you at the face I don’t go for any fame. I still am a kid and I can’t punch you to leak cause I’m too weak. But mess with me then the fury of God will curse your being. NO AMEN. Cause he knows how I feel. Think good, right in the good books. Phone me a call, hear my childish voice, rejoice, have a good night, crucify the Christ, intensify your life, scream the dreams, rest in peace, pull the trigger, hands in hair>that’s how i feel , pissed is the word, dismissed is preferred, rough this  stuff...bs this is enough. Some one please stop this curse.em tired of pressing my fingers to write en type. My eyes are dull,weak,feeble,gray you name it and that’s in. There will be no epic ending here..just..please just try to extract the real me outta this. Fear this word, joker conference..they are planning to do something and they will come some day and all the tears of the clowns will have their revenge one day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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Midnight purple blue= my fave color

A cross on my face. I am not afraid. Just to write what i want I will not make any more delay. The flight is departed and i am on my way. No look backs. No goodbyes. I'm pumped up and i believe this is the time, to write what i hide in these lines, so many times I tried to write what i like to write but all the time some thing pushed me back and i believe that was my mind which got sick all the time of writing poems and rhyming these lines but this time there will be no setbacks.

I've printed my life on these blank pages. So many times I’ve taken a ride of cry over what i write and the tears were real and they sometimes didn't fall. Sometimes they never stopped. It's not my fault. Jolt Bolt! Bitch, you left me here where there is no one to hear and the pain which you gave me to wear, never wear and tears and the dust of lust that you gave me to adjust always busts into my disgust and the mystery of misery that you left me to deal with creeps and freaks me too much.

I toss a coin and the silence makes a noise. Never heard the word 'sane'. Its always insane and the illusion of my insanity will drift you into a curiosity and the book of fantasy will read a new philosophy when the midnight purple blue story of my life's gonna flash out at its core and long live the king there would be no such thing as care cause no one will dare to step into the shoes of good dudes and the nukes will rule the earth with a new baby birth.

Chinatown! I was with you on all the counts. Heal the wounds. This city of clowns with no crown deserves thumbs down along the buck of pounds at the backyard of our compound. Hey wait! 2 times! Bring me back my father i will give you best laughter. I don't even know how to say my name.Lets play a blame game. I'm a slave and i belong to the masters of 1970's bastards... She? I didn’t knew that was a date until you told me and now you quest me? Damn it! Please don’t make me a chew gum. Come back! Enough of the games. Put a lid over all the blames. Don’t be lame. You left me in the middle of somewhere. Now known as nowhere. NO fair. I respect you..I..I really do..You mean so much to me. Take a shower, go to the tower, read a novel, login to your pager, stop being a hater, be a lover, you’re mine, be mine! This aint Eminem's rabbit run this is my rage en love.

Yes I’m an addict, not a fagot. Enough of this toxic. Battle was of ''class war'' and ''no to racism'' was my topic. Five days of preps and then came the big day, debate day. I went there to speak my speech. Work done. Up came the result. Second at the list. Well done! A big applause. Nice day at the office. Happy face. Then came the dawn! A boy unknown. Stared me at the eyes and said "you don't deserve it and you're not deserving for anything". Normally i wouldn't give a fuck to that but that was a paper cut at the fresh flesh of my heart. By God, i came to understand the real meaning of "disappointment" that day. Sights en looks of hate i get every day.yesterday i got a boo too. Xr,fucktard!

I'm so sick of writing all this shit. Cant just quit. Piss you at the face I don’t go for any fame. I still am a kid and I can’t punch you to leak cause I’m too weak. But mess with me then the fury of God will curse your being. NO AMEN. Cause he knows how I feel. Think good, right in the good books. Phone me a call, hear my childish voice, rejoice, have a good night, crucify the Christ, intensify your life, scream the dreams, rest in peace, pull the trigger, hands in hair>that’s how i feel , pissed is the word, dismissed is preferred, rough this  stuff...bs this is enough. Some one please stop this curse.em tired of pressing my fingers to write en type. My eyes are dull,weak,feeble,gray you name it and that’s in. There will be no epic ending here..just..please just try to extract the real me outta this. Fear this word, joker conference..they are planning to do something and they will come some day and all the tears of the clowns will have their revenge one day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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Midnight purple blue= my fave color

1970's bastards= parents

No to racism=a part of some thing in 2009 debate 1970's bastards= parents

No to racism=a part of some thing in 2009 debate





 


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