Writer 2
“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”
February 19th, 1888.
My visions have come to fruition, I can finally reach out my hands
And say to my comrades "We're in Arles in the South of France!"
After the hours passed, we sat, reflecting on our past.
Watching the sand sift through the hour glass,
Debating "Who will be making the loudest splash!?"
I boasted "It is I, Vincent, who gains the image of proudest lad!"
"Don't be crazy!" stated Paul Gaugin, pacing around the camp.
"You're never put down the pad! Greatness is what we doubt you have!
Plus with your insanity? Vinny please, you're bound to crash."
I was doubted by my own friends, and honestly, there's nothing worse.
Then I convinced myself that I would never hear another word.
February 20th, 1888
The next morning I stretched out a canvas, I painted bubbles, swirls
This was just the back drop that symbolized my troubled world.
My mind racing every time I'm sketching by the brush's curl.
Then I looked out my window, my next picture? A lovely girl.
"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together."
I invited her inside, hoping I could stay stable.
Her first words were, "Good morning, sir, my name's Rachel."
I was not shy with my response "You look like a great angel,
And know that if I had you by my side, I would stay faithful."
The look upon her face had painted disgust to an awful joke.
She quickly cried, "I've got to go!" Damnit, Vince, you've lost her, bloke!
You didn't get to walk her home, all because your thoughts were shown
To trace an image out that you don't want to live life all alone.
What should I do? She set my whole world in motion.
I must figure out a way to show my whole devotion.
I saw a rusty razor blade, I said, "I'll chop off my ear!"
I didn't care what the other's thought, I'd lost all my fear.
I recollected back to the vow that I'd made last night.
Recalling every syllable that made Paul state that lie.
I vowed to never hear another word, and now it seems I'm half-right.
"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together..."
Writer 31
“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”
My Masterpiece
Word on the street is some dudes tryna HARM ME & MY FAM, they tried to BOMB ME BUT I RAN, cuz all i had ON ME WAS MY HANDS, so now I’m on tha Block lookin to piece together an ARMY WIT A PLAN, so right away i STARTED WIT SELECTIONS, my TARGET IS PERFECTION so the first dude i got was SMART KID WITH CONNECTIONS, got us all hooked up from the black MARKET WIT PROTECTION..after that, i went straight to the CLOSEST JAIL, found a suspect who love to TOTE THA STEEL & HOPED TO KILL, so i Invested On by Collectin Bonds to POST HIS BAIL..next i went to the gym & found a man who looked like DEBO, he was shootin FREE THROWS, i mention the punks and even HE KNOWS, that they BEAT HOES, so i now i got this mufucka strap’d up for FREE YO! Then i hit up my bro & cuzo So i can have a BOND I CAN TRUST, even tho they’re no LONGER SUM THUGS, i got them ready to fight cuz aint nothing STRONGER THAN BLOOD!! I’m almost finished, just need a few females to INFILTRATE, once the girls gain their trust THEN I’LL WAIT til I establish their patterns before i PENETRATE, find their weakest link to INTIMIDATE, then I FED EM CAKE, & LET EM BREAK & if he don’t Cooperate, he MET HIS FATE..but i got em to SWITCH SIDES, then got in contact with my BITCH SPYS, and they told me all the HIT GUYS, so now my crew ready to make sure the whole CLIQUE DIES...It’s Saturday Night, & Word from my girls they all DRUNK N LIFTED, so we all grab our PUMPS PUT KLIPS IN, grabbed our hostage & put him in tha TRUNK FA SNITCHIN, then went to their safe house where these CHUMPS IS SIPPIN.. Rolled up, & let the SHOTTY SPARKED, immediately killed both BODY GUARDS, then we RAN IN DA CRIB, shot the first MAN IN THA RIBS, bursted in the back room where the last four was smokin ONE JOINT, all were unharmed so i held them at GUN POINT.. then i COCKED IT, told them to DROP IT & empty they POCKETS, their stash box wasn’t HARD TO FIND, so we ROBBED THEM BLIND..they tried to ASK FA PEACE, but it was my goal to make sure my Enemy’s ASS DECEASED, so we lined them up & BLAST THE HEAT, then we DASHED TO STREETS..& that’s when i realized i created a MASTER PIECE!