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White paper,
black words.
Caucasian,
Alabaster,
Ashen,
disposable,
flimsy,
11 years 4 months ago
Change is a funny thing.
How one day we do something one way, and the next day we do it totally different.
11 years 4 months ago
The first time I moved I was three,
I don't remember much,
Not how it looked or felt.
11 years 4 months ago
I write to have a voice
A voice that can scream
A voice that can cry
A voice that can laugh
11 years 4 months ago
I.
Licking the salty dust off the toothed ground
Tongues bloody
Puddles of blood—no—red wine
11 years 4 months ago
I sit down,
i reminisce,
On memories of times long gone.
Memories,
A blessing or a curse?
11 years 4 months ago
Light cascades weakly
Slightly illuminating
All is not revealed
11 years 4 months ago
God is my everything.
Everything meaning my all, my every consuming thought, my guide, my way.
11 years 4 months ago
I was dealt the hand of homelessness not too long ago,when the money was coming in too slow,
11 years 4 months ago