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The Worst Writer in the World


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That would be me… The Worst Writer in the World

The world hatched and gave birth to me, silver linings are traced over with bad-luck; I’m mad as fuck, not even military precision prayers could save this mutant of the pen. A pill in my mouth, a bee in my bonnet, high as the clouds, I’m running against comets and anger comments. This motherfucker is climbing out of the gutter, flushing away his past because it’s all shit. Too controlled for suicide; too educated for homicide; so I will imagine them both whilst scratching help signals above my skin. Handicapping and happy-slapping the retard living in my brain, fuck your feelings Alex, for your life, you’re the only one to blame.

Alex, you’re gonna’ die alone. Walking along your path and your only friend will be the freezing breeze to join your cold heart upon an icy chessboard. Cause a supernova of words; turn the cement to flames, skin to lighter fluid and jungles to fire-food. They swept you under the mat and expected you to rebel, I’m telling you; give them a wake-up call to the killing moon. Crimson critics live under your fingernails; green with envy because you are not writing for The Green…

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The golden boy shimmers off his shine with a deadly chill. Sucker-punch this fucking world and while they are not looking boot them in the ball into the sun. Exact your revenge upon your Ex-girlfriend who got your hopes up with a fresh start of love, then gave you the middle-finger when she found a new cock to control. Chase after the man who took your smile as a child, run him down and slowly take away his cries. This is the war-cry of a manmade madman, I was not laboratory created and synthesized in a bottle, this is my chemical reaction to this blackened planet with my own two black eyes.

Open my eyes; strapped to the chair and made to watch while everyone took a piece of me and stamped on my innocence as if it were shit. Screaming at the mirror, pulling out my hair, totally lost… I couldn’t talk to the psychiatrist so he kicked me out his club house; the numbness is really taking over, where is he now? Did I fail him or did he fail me? Swallow another pill, self-destruction will cope against hope. I’m a piece of shit; I will never amount past the flies.

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I pretend and camouflage well with the nice sane people, but today has taken its toll. Pushing all the right buttons, don’t you know you’re dealing with a potential killer / Writer? Wipe away a tear and wash away all you are with whiskey, you’re a happy drunk, pilled-up to the eye balls, what are you crying for? You are a party animal.

I’m not trying to shock and awe, you probably haven’t read this far down, I had to get it off my chest. No clean versions to life, so bring your fucking swear words; I was watching my mouth, worry about what I write. Don’t worry baby, I still love sex, I really am a freak in and out of the bedroom. Talent? Stripping skin skilfully sinfully so sufficiently such souls scream soundly sweet as they sleep; sayonara sunrise, scaling scary sights as silly-fuckers still stand still. What more do you fucking want? What more do you fucking need? Have I not bled enough with my pen? I can write, final…

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I need out of this dirt-ridden poverty, I barely get by with this bare-trap ankle bracelet chained to my home of the brave. What do you know about the street? Except staring at us all from your penthouse suite. I turbo my bad-attitude on my blog, enjoy!!

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Mommas’ at the gate shouting come on home,

I’ve got so much hate; I’ll be back sometime tomorrow.

Mission impossible break-out from hospital,

This kid has lost his soul, frostbitten to the core,

Make the most of my living,

When everyone doesn’t want me to win,

So I’m going in for the kill,

Showing a sea of people my fin,

The mister of enigma,

Most sinister move finisher,

Finish him!

This is game-over,

Immoral combat,

Better get another brain-donor,

I can’t borrow because I lost that.

It’s hard out here for a madman,

Apparently I’m equal to a trashcan,

But I’m embarrassingly evil to say the least,

I’m a badman.

But with this pen of mine,

I line all my enemies in a line,

And swipe and rhyme,

This is a fight for life,

Because I have bide my time,

And now you will have to deal with this,

Writing is my meal ticket,

I’m hungry!

So I will wait my turn,

Then turn wicked.

This is a close encounter of the insane mind,

Frozen at the top of this mountain,

Beyond space and time,

I take the time,

To look at my life and you know what?

I fucking hate mine.

This is coming off my chest,

I’m flying off these walls,

All these emotions inside can’t be stalled,

It’s time to let loose, it’s time to break free,

Alex has blew a fuse, here comes another side to me…

 

 

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Dead Revenge – Fiction by Alexander Kennedy


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Dead Revenge

I… Have… Been… Shot… And now they are aiming the gun at my little brother. My face is broken, bruised and blood kissed. Tired with the feeling of carelessness possesses me. Do I want to move? Do I really? How about I just close my eyes? Give up and say I did try, did not succeed, I only gave it eighty-five percent of myself. My eyes have almost closed, just a little further and we can slumber forever… …wait… I… can’t leave him, not alone, not like our family did, I am all he has and he is all I have.

Now get up, come-on, do one push-up, you can take more hits than this, show this world, that has to result to weapons to put you down, they cannot hurt you, stand. The blood is making me heave like a bad dinner from the night before. Good, you’re on your knees now, just a little more, just a little more. My head spins around and around like I have been on a bender but you have been in worse states, just stand. For a minute I forgot my surroundings but I’m picking up small details of my surroundings, like the people peaking from their curtains, trees dancing to the music of the wind all in a synchronized order, beautiful, the stars seem so close, can I touch them? …little bro, this is for him, focus, focus.

Here we go, just stand straight, show them what a true person does when they try to pick on someone you love. You stand in front of that barrel and take on each monster that comes at you, remember you told him that monsters didn’t exist, just make sure he remembers that. Four men each with evil eyes, no horses but this is nowhere near my end or my apocalypse. There are rows and rows of houses at either side of them, no one has come out, emptiness, they must not care, show them you do. Is that rain I can feel? To be honest, each hit is cooling me.

Everything is coming back to my vision, complete coherency. Was that another gunshot that had just gone off? I look down at my stomach; I have another two holes to my one. I run my finger over the hole that is a couple of inches to the left of my bellybutton. I guarantee you; death will not be shopping for souls within my bloodline today. Don’t give these cretins the satisfaction of fear, which is an emotion within your body, your will control that, do not allow it to surface. I pick my eyes back up to the horizon being blocked by four nothingness beings and throw them a smile, hurt is a deeper emotion, don’t let it through, don’t you dare as soon as they know they cannot kill you they will flee back to the cesspools shadows.

I take one slow step, my foot is the heaviest it has ever been, then fall, in the longest of plummets, my hands do not have time to be thrown in front of me to cushion gravity’s plan. My eyes won’t open and my breathing starts to slow until it eventually gives into inevitability. My little brother runs over to me, shaking me to wake me up, the main horseman (Death) takes a step forward towards him with an evil intension crossing his mind until it shows in his eyes. My little brother begins to yank on my clothing trying to pull my no more life moving body to safety, but strength was never one of his strong points.

The horseman points the gun at my little brother, emotionless.

A slight quake tears like a water ripple from the other end of the street about half a mile away, knocking off guard the street terrorists, Death loses interest in my little brother and walks through his brothers to lead the squinting eyes to see what had happened. Now who feels the fear? No longer me… Within a blinding light that explodes from nothingness, I am back, unharmed and more. My little brother sees his chance and takes off running, leaving my first body, Death spins his head to him and raises the gun and within one loud bang my little brother is being chased by a loose bullet.

I take a small run up a monstrous roar exits me as my soul had just done and pull away from gravity, I pick up speed until the road beneath me cracks and the houses shiver until breaking windows, just desserts to the street of inattentiveness. Everything but me has decelerated, my brother was about six steps from my body and the bullet is a fingers length away from his upper-spine. I move into the path behind the bullet and overtake it and scoop my brother up in my arms and take off in a different trajectory. I fly over a houses rooftop and land in their back garden.

I kneel down and rub away the tears he had spilt on himself, throw him I am proud of you grin and race back to the skies with the fury of do not try to take something I have raised and brought up correct for your street credit or intimidation fulfillment. The lit up streets make me think of a seat in heaven looking down at the world. In floating I can feel the perpetrators of my death but it is death I am hunting, he has taken off running with the same fear my little brother felt, now I am the loose bullet sent from heavens gun.

I race for the ground with a fist of fury with my own version of hell. Death has taken the coward way out, jumping over fences and gardens to escape his fate until he is confronted by an open emptied road, his eyes hit sky looking for me in the abyss of darkness, he makes a break for freedom seeing a car he could boost. He runs for it, out of breath. He reaches the middle of the road when he hears a whistle in the wind along with my roaring voice; he finally spots me and stops in his tracks, now who is giving in? I put both of my hand out in front of me latch on to his clothing and carry him off to a painful black ending.

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