It was the forbidden fruit and like Eve I had to get it no matter what.
After it was given to me I wanted more and more and more. The Essence of it was a so strong and forceful.
Not like anything else in my life. It was special. So special that it was all I cared about.
As the day turned into night and then another turned bright it had consumed me.
How did this forbidden fruit taste so heavenly and yet it made me feel like I was in hell.
In the pits of this so called sin. My back was pressed up against a flame and it went right through me, but it didn’t burn.
It felt good and I knew I fucked up.
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Nubian Misfits
Hi I’m Nubian Misfit aka Melanin Vibez. I love writing and photography. I hope you enjoy my creations.
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The Other Side
My view of the world is strangely beautiful. So vivid but to me but to others vague. I ponder day and night if I wasn’t me who would I be? Even if I was another would I still think of them as myself? Would I still be bold? Love writing? Could I sing a beautiful tune? I can’t now but if I was them would I not be in gloom? Would my depression become better? Or would I not have any at all? Would I still be tall and think of myself as small? Moving at the same speed. Would I still be the weird me? Looking up at the sky for hours wondering what is like up there. Pondering that life. My feet don’t touch the ground. They wouldn’t. They would never not for a second. I view the world strangely yet I view the word like me.
By Nubian Misfits5 years ago in Poets
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