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I wanted to write a pretty poem about growing up, but these are the words that came from my head!

My Excuse Is,

Born with original sin on my soul. It helped me understand, that
in this land, the hand that slapped my ass to make me squall showed
I was loved, my Mom said, as the perpetual gleam in her eyes shone
brighter than ever before when she showed her love.

With but a fraction of my life gone by, I took action
in the name of love, to show my affection to every girlfriend
I knocked to the ground but found many didn’t want to be undeniably
loved like that.

Some, surprised by my love, called the police and they showered
me with brotherly love as they spanked my face until I went
to another place. Unable to show my affection to the police,
when released, I searched for a girlfriend to show my need.

In the Palace bar, I found one, dancing with a jerk. To do my deed,
I showed my brotherly affection and struck him in the face before I
took her away. Once home I showed my love with a few light smacks to
her face.

To my wonder, she whacked me back, hard, right between my eyes.
I returned it with one that took all my strength.
She didn’t cry Like girls usually did. Her knee slammed
into my crotch. Convinced she loved me more than I did her,

I went a step further and like the love addict I was, kicked her
until she fell to the floor. To show I adored her more than
any other man. I stepped on her face with love in my heart.
Love hurts, I knew but didn’t know one could die from it

until the police came and showed they still loved me until my
eyes swelled shut. So you see judge, that’s why I don’t deserve to
die in the electric chair in despair because I only wanted to show
I loved her more.

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A Writer’s Question

A Writer

What’ll I write today? Will it be okay if my words that are buried deep
within my brain are too plain or become maimed? Will they eclipse,
turn blue, or change in another way as they pass through my lips and
struggle to not break like glass?

My neurotransmitters refuse to submit those hung up struggling words
because there’s a gap between neurons and synapses that need more
chemicals to make their trip electrifying so they are wired to find the
way to my lips and yet, forget to ellipse.

I smoke some dope and hope to awake parts of my brain that has words
to release, but have ceased because my synaptic gap grows until chemicals
produce and introduce every letter of every word sent to my mind to mix
messages so every word I want to say doesn’t stay but goes away.

I’m confused, and feel abused, so what’ll I do? Smack my stupid head to mend
or maybe wed together the spaces put in places by chemicals swimming inside,
but the hit to the head causes confusion and puts every word
I want to say into seclusion before they die.

My words stay inside, try to hide from the rising tide, but get washed away
by the energy wave bursting inside my brain from the drug I swallowed and
what followed I can’t express what’ went wrong or what’s going on. My neurons
are energy deprived and can’t live on the food I eat so they struggle to survive in
a stormy sea when I try to create a word.

To placate those minuscule things that refuse to ride and choose to float Inside
I comply with my neuronal demands and infuse strong drugs I should have
used all along, so the words that come to mind wouldn’t get buried or blurred
and replaced by others that are not as decent or good,