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The wind whips through your body, crushes your will, kills your spirit. Demons of black ice chase you down, fury in their shattered snow scraper eyes.
What a curse, He saidI haven’t sleptDon’t know why I am cryingAm I depressedHaven’t heard from themShould I fly homeThey are caged inMy thoughts are neither freeShould I fly home
The Metropolitans, the Royals in a clash for the ages Pitchers throwing the balls like rockets in the night Players lining up to hit the batting cages But no one knew that all was not right
I’ve resented my skin as long as I can remember Saw the pale faces around me. wishing to look like them Mold myself in their image. They say god created us from clay
Bald isn't a curse! Hair seems to be the epitome of beauty Keeping it kept up seems to be a woman's duty Keep it long keep it thick Edges laid edges slicked Outside yea its brick
The horn calls The sky falls The wind blows With the sun aglow The soldiers toiled in their plight The bird on the trees took head and took flight Violence for ages, sun up till sundown
Once upon a time, there was a little Italian man named Pine who was precisely one of Santa's elf in his workshop.
Beast in the Hydrangeas
The words echoed in my head."Mommy has breast cancer." Tears.Here and there they fell, yet always in secret.The helplessness consumed me.A picture of death branded into my mind.This lasted for weeksand weeksand weeks.Grades fell.I stopped eating.
What do you think when you see that girl walking across the street?With her head held down, eyes forward, feet flat on the ground, the hijab covering her head full of disparaging thoughts?
I am not hurting; My curse was the chance of anyone finding out. Finding out what I thought. Scared that my own thoughts, that knocked louder than any fist, would be heard.
a true blessing they are they upgraded my eyes no more silly glasses to hide me from the outside although they may be costly I do love them so for I'd choose sight over money
One thing that's been both a blessing and a curse in my life is my ability to see all that's amazingly good in a person; and those are the parts I fallin love with.
Love is an obse
You reach for me in the dark Warm hands knead my heart You whisper softly Baby you’ve got me You hold me in dreams Is this as real as it seems? I want to stay like this forever
When I'm low I dream of gettin high,
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me? My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
What do I do whenOpening my mouth to voiceTo carefully shape what I think are words of beauty to Your ears,I am flung roughly asideAnd, raising my headI find myself as aggravating background noise
i am an introvert a social retard unable to act human around even the closest to me. what comes with these handycaps these countless curses sorrowfull setbacks is my words
People say don't Give up on something if it means a lot to you,
Get me out of this placeMy heart breaks like glassLet it shatter and it runs a different paceIt's messing with my head, one minute i'm with you now suddenly i'm hereWhen will this end?
Count your curses How many do they number? Seek your discomforts Are they unbearable? How so do we complain?
Thought. It's as deep as an ocean. Blissful as the cool autumn breeze. Frightening as the monsters of our nightmares. Mysterious as the shadows of a cave. Without thought, we would be nothing.
Why does man fear pain? We can learn from it, there is so much to gain. We come into this world in such painful manners, Our mothers give birth to us throughout several hours.
sitting around a decked out tree the memories decide to ambush me memories both good and bad from times long ago most of which i"d rather not know