Submissions by CrackerJacker

My digital space
A space where discussions are left,
A space where I can contain the explosion
The walls aren’t adhesive, my words aren’t scared ventures
Any words have yet to pass my lips,
Words that bury my insides and destroy me internally’
They find a home in this digital finger print
No pen needed, the artistry lies in the “author”
What is an author if not authentic?
We are no longer slaves to our unpopular society,
The digital replaces the pen, the pen we put to paper
But there are WORDS, thought to ourselves
Not spoken,...

BANG
Imagine the relief of the grenade
A metal casket forced by the people around them to one day explode
And create a disastereous effect
But I’m not seen as grenade
Nor the men that handle it
I am what breathes between the life of lives
Looking for that moment to break or snap or shoot or EXPLODE
but here I stay
Moulded into something that one day might be dangerous
To not only me
To everyone
And I wait
Patiently