Creative Writing: Kidnapped By God

Kidnapped by God

I got kidnapped one day, long ago.

It was hot, but they left me in the ice and snow.

There was nowhere to run, there was nowhere to go.

Can you understand it?

It was not funny. They stole my soul.

They stole my money. They stole my body.

They stole my blood. They accused me of being in the hood— what would do if you were me?

They stole my connection to infinity.

Everything I did was wrong-- they stole my heart.

My only song. They stole the vision in my eyes.

They spoke of me, all they said were lies.

With sinister and grave deceit, they’d take away the friends I’d meet.

They’d laugh and poke fun.

They’d think it was great to even make children treat me with hate.

So even the doors of heaven had to wait

and

To get even more fantastic things.

What is more highly valued than if your soul has wings.

And even if earning all of this gives you strife there is never anything more precious than life.

The Exchange

If you have ever, ever given a gift or accepted a gift, instead of being miffed.

Like a bouquet of red roses or different kinds of flowers.

Or a brand new watch that can count all the hours.

A box of chocolates from someone who cares.

Just walk in any fashion mall to buy gifts someone wears.

Christmas and birthdays are the most popular times.

To buy and receive gifts like gourmet food and fine wines.

When you are giving a gift do you worry about price?

Or are you just trying to make something nice?

Fantastic stone rings are what most women want.

If you don’t like the gift you can always put on a front.

A cheap gift you can buy anywhere.

And gifts can be serious if you are in a love affair.

Sometimes a person will say they are sorry by gifting a gift to take away worry.

Sometimes you cry till your eyes get swollen, because someone gave you a gift that got stolen.

If you can’t give a gift than give a hug and a kiss because the kindest gift is to

The tides roll backwards and the moon changes its phase and I watch the constellations measuring days.

Flowers close up and turn into flower bud.

And the clay of our bodies turns into mortal mud.

The clouds move backwards across the sky and you can’t escape death even if you try.

Animals die first, and then they are born and youth comes last because first you are worn.

Life and death have no end either way and time travel means we have little to say.

Yes time can always, always change you but you can’t change time no-matter what you do.

The Baptism

Believe me the beauty of the night where you’re shinning is what make it bright.

And you keep within your heart the hope of secret things in a worldly scope.

A water-fall cascading down will let you gasp away a frown.

This is the deepest inner soul that keeps us human, that keeps us whole.

Be Careful What You Write

I got cursed and it seemed like forever.

I got cursed into next Tuesday and I got cursed into next November.

The food I ate was always rotten.

The will of all people seemed all ill-forgotten.

I accidently would step on cracks,

I’d sit in a chair and I’d sit on