Like a spark that brought up to life
Lighting away the gunpowder
Exhaling it’s last breath
It’s last hissing a snake’s ready to charge
Aiming at its target, not minding its reach
Never in its whole life to teach
That life it’s not as easy as lying in the beach
Yes I turned red
Not blushed
Red haired woman
I’m sorry it’s not an excuse
To have ur coolness to come to use
It feels stupid, dumb ass and crappy
Shameless it turns into a flow of feelings, not contained but expelled, vomiting a whole bunch of impropriety wording, not being able to contain this burst of anger, it pushes my blood up, my head wanting to explode, my politeness to erode, down to manly, rough expressions, unexpected moves, unexpected inclinations, sanity thrown through the window,
Why not using the hole house?
The kitchen sink
The woman, the lover, the girl,
The less it requires to move
The less love won’t help to improve
Dammed psychologist
That included on his list
Charging an arm and a leg
Of course including the fist
That stopped me from facing diner
That fed thoughts in my head inner
Craziness a top
My sanity just popped
My eyes bulged
And my heart aged
My thoughts froze
My fist shook
Holding the booze
That braved me
To hit you again
And punch you until you feel my pain
About the Creator
Chacha Jaramillo
Nature, music and great food lover. Dreaming of having a blog to help people overcome life’s challenges. Born Latin-Chinese, my stories relate how resilience helps you overcome life’s obstacles.
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