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Ancient Sodom and Gomorrah completely fell a long time ago. And any system that resembles Sodom and Gomorrah will completely fall. Sadly, nobody can prevent this calamity from happening.
I try and try to hold, to no prevail as my labial frustration spews and echoes through halls with paper thin walls separating us from the stares, I don’t care... I DON’T CARE
People Like To Argue Sometimes I Wonder ... WHY ... ?!? Cos' When I Have An Argument ... My Brain Cells Start To FRY ... !!! SOME Arguments DO Lead To ... DEATH ... !!! This IS NO WAY To ... " Die " ... !!!
If you try to change minds just by yelling, Nobody will buy what you're selling, So put down the knife, Get on with your life, 'Cause cursing folks out ain't compelling.
I feel like I'm drowning in your words and every time I open my mouth to breath, I lose more air.
Hungrily it devours, It prances through the forest Untamed and free Spreading it’s cruel fury. Dancing, it reaches, Caresses the sky. It’s flickering blaze a graceful ballet,
The angry skies on a sleepless night, Rolling thunder, flashes of light, A tireless battle midst roiling clouds. A quick parry, a sudden thrust, Their booming voices,
Him and Her. You shouldn't fix what's not broken, unless your in denial, but I don't want to admit,
She’s looking at him and he’s looking at her And neither of them will speak to each other Over dinner there is only silence and the Quiet clinking of glasses and mushy chewing
There's a pattern to winning arguments:Some rules that you must heed.It takes a special kind of soul,And sometimes sickly deeds.Always be polite and calm.Be careful with your words.
In timeIn spaceFeeling out of placeIn fearIn mindAnswers you can't findIn heartIn soulIt's out of controlIn darknessIn light
The urge to hold the world in hand, reined in, with interlocked gears independently revolving within your palms. I can feel the shift of the earth within my bones and the wind is my blood,
Given this simple question one would answer, "Logan square of course." Look a little deeper and you might answer, "well he lives in Logan square, but really he's much closer to Humboldt park."
I'm tired of all the bickering, mommy and daddy always fight. My mom working hard in the kitchen, my dad always drinking bud light. There's always some kind of conflict between them,
You're convincing, but it comforts me to know that you're not always right. Feelings and opinions aren't factual. They're important, but they aren't facts. And you're wrong sometimes. We're human.
Another night in sorrow, In pain. Fighting, yelling, and arguing, Seems like it never ends. The simplest things seems like they become more complex. Tension grows. Love dozes off, disappears,
We got into a fight today. I didn’t get a black eye but an empty spirit when words you spat tore through my flesh with burning sensations. Your work left no visible marks.