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Drowning in floods of assignments and papers and grades and Sleepless nights make me tear my hair out and blink too much and rub my eyes and Cry
lets say we go out what would you say okay would you just try to lie and play could that be yesterday or today okay so im not eminem or DR.DRAY , i mean more than the words i have spoken but it is the beat of my heart you just awoken.
lets say we go out what would you say okay would you just try to lie and play could that be yesterday or today okay so im not eminem or DR.DRAY , i mean more than the words i have spoken but it is the beat of my heart you just awoken.
You made it into college; it's easy. Your highschool teachers lied. What's hard is being alone.  Finding yourself is harder. Learning how to "adult" and being independent is a challenge. 
in highschool i was called a prude  because i was saving myself for the one the boys would tell me i was crude for being such a nun i wore a ring to represent 
it starts as a baby alone then in no time it will roam searching for little minnows in its beak hunting and gathering in time spreading its wings taking flight at night to a distant land
at the saloon he blew his top that day a brave soul caught beneath the undertow we filed into the road on horse back with our gun in the back heads were swearing up in down as he frowned didn't want to be around
hit a tender nerve as if you haven't heard what a disturbing word time is on our side by in time we all want to run away & hide from the notion of love springs from help from above
within my chase of drifting in the wind have a good way to begin through night skies drift in all directions there must be time for confessing shadows block the tortured sky a smile from a lonesome child
within my chase of drifting in the wind have a good way to begin through night skies drift in all directions there must be time for confessing shadows block the tortured sky a smile from a lonesome child
through the sweet vortex of our inner frame we can dream of far off places with kings and queens shaped through the fragments of are exploits someday you will be all alone in your room
The Touch
creatures with zombie type features in are underground long hanging viscious fangs dripping blood off side of mouth there flesh is of overt vexation of pivotal excess seeking self to please
many moons ago let the real truth be told the undertaker would attach a bell on the toe of the dead right before they were actually embalmed if the bell would ring the dead were actually alive
skeletal bones in the hidden residue to escape with its fashionable decorum hidden inside there is a map a scroll to tell us where is the buried treasure turn right on interpass twelve
breathless light of illumination with blank canvas he begins to create a myraids of fixed visions angelic fervor of exploration a brush stroke with colors red, yellow & green
couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues... through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears
he lives in his own world through choice of demonic desire for power inside he hides through reason of his own with a dark desire for fresh bodies alone he hides through the silence amidst the violence
When she smiles she lights up the room loves Jesus & her boyfriend to a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love Coming down out of heaven from God above A challenge to be free is a question of time
He comes to kill, steal & destroy seeking vice as his one chief ain & ploy the world today has no thought of him but the saints need to be on there guard by putting on the whole armor of God
It's quiet now on the edge of town food is scarce on the land There's a turbulence something stirring How can you even face it no rest for the wicked they travel in packs as a wolf
In the closet of my down stair's room lies a secret There is a hidden wall behind boxes On the other side opend to a whole another world In one such dream I had there was an old lady who lived in an apartment
You don't know who I'am You don't know where i from But you still can't stop to judge me.
I'm drowning in the thought of missing you Many in my life but to name a few I remember a time when our love once flew Soaring high enough to see it through Whenever I wonder if you love me too
A small child will often dream of far off places with kings and queens Even a kingdom by the sea A princess lying on soft pillows Works in her garden A small fairy would often visit
Falling emblems A fresh scent of dew Something borrowed onto somthing new Many will make it Others try to fake it By the skin of there teeth Saddened with there position in heaven
Lines being drawn in the sand When will we ever live to understand How do you all live without God As you travel each day in this earthly sod Can't even cope when Society Insanity
Alone in isolation Away from all known civilization There lived a monk Personal reflections with the sacraments Devotion to Jesus Christ He hides in humble seclusion Works in the garden
Tonight you maybe hurting perhaps your at a bar ? No that someone cares about you deeply far more then you could ever imagine. You maybe sitting on the sidelines of life wondering what this life has in store for me ?
Outside my door was a rainbow of color I'd never seen before, Then God saw fit to deliver you, right to my very door
Sometimes,  i lose hope. sometimes the pressure is too much sometimes the memes are too dank for me for my family for my community for us all so i must share them  BUT!
12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, this is how much time ive spent growing all this time was spent knowing who I am, what I want to achieve and what I want to be a year can seem so vast  a year can seem so fast 
There was once a time When I looked up at the pretty colors in the sky There were no worries No big fear of being POC I was blind to the world No difference between boy and girl
when you were young, you had an idea of what you wanted to become. and now that you're getting old your choices are a lot less bold because the future is scary. like... very
In this room alone, as I stare at the pile of boxes ahead, I listen close to the thin walls surrounding me.  After listening for so long laying in bed,
Discord.   The year has been a continuous spiral of the good and the bad,  Thoughts of what I lost and what I've had.   Worry for my future and the pile of expenses.
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