inner thoughts
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spinning spinning round and round
nowhere noone slows it down
hands outstretched tryingtheir best
i grasp and i claw my mind knows no rest
it is like the world is muted
spinning spinning round and round
Is it wrong that I hide,
My true feelings and thoughts inside?
I've never been one to tell my life
or the stories that are behind...
the person that I am today
That empty-headed smell lingers in the house chanting his name as it swims through the chilling breeze. His name. His name spits out of mouths and into my ears.
Why not speak?Direct my thoughts in a linear wayWhy hold back the truth in me?The cacophony of things I need to say
Screaming, crying
Yet no one can hear it
Hurting, dieing
Though no one can see it
Heart broken to pieces
And no one can heal it
Wanting to stop
But continuing to run
My brain is taking complete control
and it just won't stop.
I keep shaking all the way to my soul;
I can feel my heart drop.
My hands go over my ears,
Whenever I ignite a spark
I turn stress into art
At times when I feel that I fall apart
I look inside my heart
And try to find out how to make a new start
It’s easy said than done
By the efforts of two and the stomach of one, you were given the gift of life
With expectations that your birth would bring their trying life a new light
The countdown of it all.
Months passes into weeks into days.
My mind has been circulating on this for years.
The time has come.
New school, new friends, new enemies.
* Rriiiing * *Rriiiing*
I'm serious this time.
*Rriiiing* No False alarm. I'm really going to fucking - Answer Goddamit !
My soul is in agony, because you’re loving he whom is not meI cringe by the thought of your memory; my emotions keep running through my bowels and my thoughts become rancidI love you but I hate you,
I think of it
Often
That urgency
No longer dormant under my skin
Pushing me to action
Like a solstice
Holding its breath
Begging me along for the ride
We wonder, we ponder how tragedy must feel
Is it like burning or a pure sensation
With every waking moment you feel broken and helpless
As you weep in sorrow you think of all the good times and laughter
Angels have dropped out of the sky
Leaving black plumes in their wake
The feathers from their wings
Have left tears on the faces of those who loved them
And lost them.
I lay upon a rubbery bed,
My mind fuzzy with lethargy,
And ponder what was in my head,
When I had decided not to sleep,
And that's when they dragged her in,
This is me
a young African American female searching for her voice
This is me , a shy girl trying to find her self within the world
I am who I am and never lose sight of the dream
My thoughts
They're jumbled when they are expressed
I know they make sense, but
Getting others to hear what I am
Thinking
That's the hardest part
Trying to articulate what I am truly
Nightmares; no entry; light; unspoken attractions; myself; traditions; life.
Words I chose to describe my feelings; my thoughts, my intuition, my life.
We as people do not have the luxury to know what the future holds;
