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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
Life span of many, A world of cruel, Light as ice, Dark as death,
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,
You love my food, but you add salt.
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 !
She glances around, Then ducks into the bathroom.
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
Lock and Load, Cupid shot his shotgun at me
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,
Want, want, want words wishing I want to overdose on premature nostalgia
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;