The feeling of pins stabbing my feet. A ninja with its machete taking its revenge. The bangs of pistol and rifles in family houses full of love. A screach and tear shedding from the sky. The cracks in the ground shooting fire in all directions. My heart beating after every volcano blows. The wind whistling gossips and secrets making your head expload of anger. The colour of the sky fading as black and white pictures exposed on the walls bringing memories of head to toe. The slaps and punches you get but feel it 20 seconds later. Every time you tell your story the changes and lies come forward and the truth remains behind later on the real memoeries come back like guilt.
The though of someone you love gone making you sad but deep inside your smiling knowing they are in a better place. Making new years resolutions you can't keep. When you wish happy birthday to the person you hate but really love.
This is the truth behind every story I create.
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Spoken Words
PoetryHope you like my spoken word poetry I wrote this all myself. It a small book full of Poetry bye xxx
