Remorseful Hearts
The impulse of corruption
Naturally flows within my veins
Ambitions of twisted intentions
Though my heart conflicts my brain
The villainous snake of idleness
Slithers addictively beneath my feet
Fueled by durations of boredom
To which in time my sins conceive
Slowly the realization of reality departs
While viable highs of excitement set in
Profitably, I may not be satisfied
Although I'm fulfilled with the rush of adrenaline
Down the tracks of remorseful actions
Aboard the runaway train of crime sprees
The tracks were bound to cross the law
And crash into the cells of concrete dreams
The shame and guilt that accompanies me
Is enough to influence me to a fresh start
My remorse caused me to fail in crime
Cause good criminals do not have hearts
About the Creator
Thomas F
I was shot in the face at point blank range with a double barrel 12 gage during an strong arm robbery that quickly turned into an Attempted Murder. Although I'm missing my right eye and a bullet in my brain. I AM STILL ME & I AM STILL HERE
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
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