Two buses to the French fry kingdom. She’s a mere servant to the hungry insecure moles starved for financial freedom.Appalled by what her eyes start to breath in. A human being so lost she can’t believe it. The public glares are often fiendish. She peers at the island on the highway out the window. Their scrutiny so sinful. Watching spectators fly past the cobra man labeling him a nuisance surrounded by empty quarts.Some people are just assholes that don’t have any heart.Cobra man you were such a fresh face so long ago.You live in the center of traffic with no place to the world but the death stroll.God’s hand needs you so don’t drown your hope.Please come back from the bottom of the cobra bottle cause you have love on the outside so much more than what you know.Cobra Man.
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Angela M streater
Hey everyone I’m Angela I love being creative writing is a big passion of mine.I’ve been wanting to be a writer since the second grade.Those adorable fur babes you see are my life bandit an cupcake.I love sushi an shows like the office.
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CANDY WRAPPER
A letter to the maintenance man who’s use to in with the new out with the bad.He lost so much nobody ever knew he had.Mattresses an chipped paint toys an dishes left behind.The lack of outside judgement but inner aftermath living would blow his mind.Candy wrappers stuck to his tax payer boots.He contemplates suicide always asking what he has he to lose.Chugging a quart before punch in hour in a baggy maintenance suit.He saw visions of his more peaceful days.Flashes of the waves would drift an sand beneath his soul were his best elements an always seemed to balance out his faith.Tiny hands in his toiled overworked palms the death of his peace years back set him off like a drunken bomb.Pictures frozen under the blur of his addiction he hadn’t seen his life in years an often blames the system. Maintenance man please don’t pull the trigger just listen.Smell the sweet dream in the air an try to think. Just walk a few more steps an you can hear her sing.A velvet soft hand touches his unconscious soul. He opens his eyes in tears to realize once the haze is faded his life is sweeter then a candy bowl.He found a joy that like the wrapper of her favorite candy was purified gold.Candy Wrapper don’t you understand your life matters?Tossing out the bottle with just his heart to give.Just like a fresh apartment he cleaned out the emotional dirt an started living first for him.Candy Wrapper.
By Angela M streater5 years ago in Poets
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