Daily Prompt: Permit

via Daily Prompt: Permit 

I’m quite bored and wanted to do something a little different with my writing. This is my take on Permit:

Give me the permit, the pass to speak and I will talk so fast. Everyone will look at you and have to think.
My attitude is crass.
I step aggressively, no glass.
I’m in it to the WIN it so give me the permit now.
I’ll lay it down and then its time to chow.
Or feast because I’m coming at you like a beast, with no ease, blood dripping from my teeth.
The weapon is drawn from its sheath, Yea im ready my permit has been bequeathed.
So its finally my time to speak, I have the permit or pass and its time to speak. I have to make it last. I have to tell you the cold hard facts.

…

Get off social media,
Throw away those twitter beefs and politics, your not solving anyone’s pain.
You’re not making a difference and you’re wasting your brief existence, all for no gain.
Giving someone your precious moments of your closing minutes, the time of day just for the sake of arguing something you know you wont change.
How long do you have 50years? It goes quicker than you think.
So log offline,
Hug your family,
Read a book,
Get yourself a pole and hook.
Do literally anything.
You would do better watching paint dry at least you’d be thinking and possibly creating.
Whatever my time is up, I just hope you get the picture before that picture is old, dusty and put away. Hidden and will never see the light of day.

I Hope

Look at me, can you not see?
Can you not tell?
That I’m screaming out to you,
Stuck in that looping hell.
Memories come and then recede back,
Back to the deepest part of my mind,
Its funny how the smallest thing,
The tiniest most insignificant image,
Or sound.
Can trigger, an overwhelming response,
Feeling.
Maybe if I keep writing,
Shouting more or less,
That memory,
That trigger,
Will finally dissipate.
Go away and never come back.
Or so I hope.