I Am No Killer

day dreaming with the gods.

           ~I Am No Killer~

The moment was here, I looked him in the eyes.

           Behind me the scene. The day when I saw the city in flames!

                                 Trembling pressure knowing I had not done it.   

                  But still he needed to please his crowd, so I yelled in silence. I am no killer!!!!!

The look of deception troubled his view! so i rushed, and i pushed him!

            We were standing on the ledge, rocks and dryness, as if we were in Israeli cliffs!

                                               The day continued, no one remembered the life of the, "almost was!"

The night dropped and so did my feelings, 

                 the loss of my brother struct me like an arrow, the arrow of William Tell.

                                But the memory graced me, and again I whispered.

                                                                 I am no killer.

                                                                 I am no killer.

The weak night I fled from the scene, I returned to ignite the flame of discrete.

                 Fingers pointing but I had no clue why. My brother appeared with a spear in his hand.

                         The voice of a thousand men clinching like teeth, the wrath he promised 

                                when he whispered it to me.

                                                        YOU ARE THE KILLER!

                                 I yelled as I said: I AM ONLY A PROSE LOVE WRITER!  

The prose that I write are too personal I cannot read them to anyone.

                                     If the blood that they shed ran like the ink that I spill 

                                           than forgive my case, and be-love my memory, 

                                              

                                                        oh brother don't…. don't. 

                                                                  Please don't.

Edgar Perez.

Author's Note

place yourself in the hands of the villain. villains have a cry too.

Reviews

[Edgar Perez]

This was beautiful nostalgic, and true.... I felt the rush, the pain the truthfulness.... I love the playfull mix between the Prose and Poetry battle.... (or so that's what I got from it) but in a diverse jacket... worn ..... I can be wrong.... just masterfully written my dear friend. :)

- Elisa

[Edgar Perez]

Wow! yeah, you actually did recognize the mix, i have been trying so hard to mix the Prose and Poetry battle scenario, and its been about 4 workshops till I finally got the play of it. This review means so much to me!!!! thank you! This piece was truly heartfelt and agonizing. By the way this is my first review. It feels like gold! thank you! (:

WOW, I'm so happy I got it, really, I was just sensing, didn't know "if I was right" :) happy though.... I'm so happy to have you as my friend dear.... I will review more soon! have to catch up on many, but I won't forget, you've such an unique style, I feel home with xoxo :) You're ever so welcome :) always!!! be back as soon as I can :) Elisa