Buckshot Has A Voice

Your words…

Are your weapons of choice

Who knew buckshot had a voice…

You’ve made sure the shrapnel is deeply buried

A cellular pain that must be carried

How much more can I take…

Before I bend so far, I snap and break?

I’m out of my head tonight

I’ve conceded the fight

But the question’s remain

In my mind, they are a permanent stain

The what if’s?

The how’s?

The when’s?

The where’s?

Impossibility has punctured my tranquility

It’s needling need…a junkie’s disability

My heart-burns with destructive despair

And no amount of antacid

Can clean it’s toxic air

Right now, nothing is placid

Daily Prompt: Solitary (Prisons of our own making)

We’re all locked in cells of our own making.

Sometimes solitary, all alone.

Other times confined with others in life.

In prisons we’d oft call home.

A few of us decide, no, no more.

This unhappy sententence is unwarranted, unjust.

And with courage, conviction and a leap of faith.

Break free into the arms of those they trust.

So hear my words through prison walls.

Don’t give up on your heartfelt dreams.

For when love’s opportunities arise.

The walls might not be as high as they seem.

via Daily Prompt: Solitary

Grain, grain…go away

Blues melt into days end hues

Our hairs of the cross the last to see

The sky once smooth, become Grainy

The clouds drift in soft, white

To shield us from sun’s heat

And quench parched earth, raining

Pouring to fill another opportunity

Another broken day…

We keep trying to cleanse our hurts away

But the dirt of this sometimes wretched life

Just won’t wash away

Least not now, not today

(written by Beauty and her hot-as-fuck Beast❤️)

via Daily Prompt: Grainy

Your Glaring Dick

Bit by bit I’m returning

Sick of the shame

I’m surrendering to temptation…

Insidiousness my long lost friend

The guilt condensates

For my tongue to lick

As I smell my sinful flesh burning

I’m a loser at this game

Destined for damnation

My control is pretend

I make too many mistakes…

Blinded by your Glaring dick

via Daily Prompt: Glaring