The constant cackling.
Absolute silence in this place is lacking.
Annoying laughter.
Never living in harmony everafter.
It's quiet time when I write & read.
A creative outlook arrange words I need.
To record a thought on paper.
Like my sister & how a molestor ***** her.
Or about deception or lack of trust.
Or of happiness, joy, & devotion.
A witch's hex in a mystical potion.
How crime touched our lives & ruined our childhoods & how the laughter bothers me in this neighborhood.
Even though laughing is good.
Sometimes I don't feel it even though I should.
My mind suffers bad memories.
Of parolled *** offenders with felonies.
Sometimes it can be rude.
Blunt & evil invades & intrudes.
I write & speak the whole truth.
From the past to my roots.
People say I have a way with words.
I never leave out a fact or something I heard.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
The constant cackling.
Absolute silence in this place is lacking.
Annoying laughter.
Never living in harmony everafter.
It's quiet time when I write & read.
A creative outlook arrange words I need.
To record a thought on paper.
Like my sister & how a molestor ***** her.
Or about deception or lack of trust.
Or of happiness, joy, & devotion.
A witch's hex in a mystical potion.
How crime touched our lives & ruined our childhoods & how the laughter bothers me in this neighborhood.
Even though laughing is good.
Sometimes I don't feel it even though I should.
My mind suffers bad memories.
Of parolled *** offenders with felonies.
Sometimes it can be rude.
Blunt & evil invades & intrudes.
I write & speak the whole truth.
From the past to my roots.
People say I have a way with words.
I never leave out a fact or something I heard.
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