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 Apr 2018 Jelly Walker
Renaldoe
Fire
 Apr 2018 Jelly Walker
Renaldoe
Pass me that red bottle
Pass me that cup of wine
Pass me those bad decisions so I can slow down the time
Pass me that cold drink so I’ll feel your hand with mine
So that when I blink, I’ll wake up to see a sign

Cause lately it’s been crazy
It’s nothing short of shady
Working 9-5 it’s always "Yes"
Never a maybe

Stuck in one big system
Without a say in the decision
I always keep on wishing
That we were back our position

Of remembering all the lessons
From all our classroom sessions
To walking pass the hallways
As we say our one true mission

That one day we’ll float higher
To see that sun and whatever’s brighter
To build one lasting empire
But we were burnt out by the fire
 Apr 2018 Jelly Walker
Tark Wain
I want to
feel nothing for you.
I want to
soak myself in Novocain
when you pass me on the street.
I want to
not be blown away by the way
your hips shift when you walk .
I want to
delete memories of you
like they were data on a disk.
I want to
shove you so deep into a crowded backpack.
That thousands of years could pass
before I found you.
I want to
be like the neutered dog
able to **** away and away
with no consequence.
I want to
close my eyes and think of anything else
literally anything else
like dead bodies decaying
or something along those lines.
I want to
be free from your chains
and I mean that.
You don't seem to understand that
but I do.

Mean it.

Believe me.

I want to feel nothing for you.
Running.
Running.
Never stopping.
Isn’t that what you want?

Hiding.
Hiding.
Always Hidden.
Did you really think I forgot?

I run and run,
And look for cover.
But still the tortures
Will persist.

They call these dreams?
This, is a nightmare.
On and on..
I don’t want this.

A brand new terror
Every night.
Plucked from my brain,
For the worst of frights.

On and on
My dream recurring,
Peaceful nights
All fade away.

I wake up crying,
No comfort for me.
I pray and hope…
Yet the nightmares stay.

Spiders, heart break,
Those are easy.
Darkness, Pain,
One and the same.

From telling me
Iv been forgotten,
To drowning slow
In acid rain.

I hope one day
They leave my head,
I hate the feel
Of constant dread.

So lets hope that
When again a sleep,
Ill dream of something soft,
Like sheep.
A Muslim boy with a clock
Is seen as a terrorist with a glock
Maybe i'm right, maybe i'm wrong
But if he were White, Asian, Hispanic or even Pacific Islander
Nobody would of suspected anything.
When are we going to stop fearing an entire race for only a portion radical and illogical ways of treating others?
I don't tolerate people who behead others if they don't agree with their religion
I don't agree with the repressive governments that control everyone and stone them for minor misdemeanors
There are good men out there fighting this evil that has plagued their homelands
I'm all for ending terrorism of all kinds
But let's stop terrorism of innocents too
Sure, i'm afraid of what the radicals will do to their own people, my people and the rest of the world
But i'll be dammed if i treated somebody from the Middle East like a monster when i don't even know who they are
If it wasn't for a Middle Eastern girl
The Syrians girls wouldn't have an improved education
If it wasn't for a Middle Eastern man fending off the Taliban and risking his entire village to keep Marcus Littrell alive
He would of been KIA a long time ago.
What about the ones who fought and died for America?
Nobody ever mentions them
The media wants me to hate them all, but i laugh and shake my head
Warped minds trying to warp others
I only see the ones who want to do us harm, and the ones who want to live peacefully and away from a life of hell
Brothers and sisters, just a different culture and skin color
I'm sorry if America seems racist or hateful, but i'm proud to be the one who throws those two words in the trash
Because i'm not afraid to speak my mind
And i welcome everyone here
America is everyone's home.
If only the Soviet Union never invaded Afghanistan
If only the people were not scared
To be free like America.
Unity for all,
Religious differences and Cultures alike.
I hope one day a Muslim man or Woman can walk down an American street without being labeled as a terrorist.
I hope one day these repressive governments fall into the hands of democracy
And we start the Age of Unity again.
I went all out on this one. I wanted to speak my views on this and i believe that the Muslim people and Arabian people deserve the same amount of freedom as we have. I feel so bad for that poor boy.

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