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An assassin of emotions & a murderer of spirits should not be blessed with such a melodious snicker & silvery mumble He should not have hair the shade of honey for he is not as sweet as such His smile should not sparkle as the stars do for
How often have we yearned of being, Swept off your feet and cradled? My blood,
There is passion behind every word you speak, Words are not minced, touches the same, No calculation or hesitation, Just you. Yet you are not concise by any means,
They see me just a brown woman, they fear those blessed and melanin infused with strong pigment and color, A true badge of honor,
The Dreamer "knows" that their aspirations are destined to be reality Optimisism flows through their veins just by thinking about their self determined "fate" But when the chance comes to leap
Your silouette was an outline of time, as if time had decided to develop a tongue to speak only in shadow, only of shade.
I've never been enough I am a living paradox So complex that I'm not enough Or I'm too much. So they'll take me for my body because they can't keep up with my beautiful brain. Then, they fade a
Knowledge is power Yet ignorance is bliss From knowledge, some cower And to ignorance kiss Some call knowledge wisdom But that cannot be true Because it is by knowledge
I love in life But do so at the paradoxical philosophy people modernly reside within... Memento Mori: my handwriting curls boldly under the force of it's own Rigor Mortis. Memento Mori: my voice recalls ten times a day. This next sentence is craft
Gen’rally, as pirates go There’s something that you ought to know If you’re looking for some friendly sands, Don’t winter down at Ireland There’s a Scottish Scourge, by name MacCaddock
Society. Supposed being. Supposed way. Action. Expectation, Contemplation, Judgement, Wall.
Ink runs across a
Courageous. Imaginative. Gregarious. Comical. Timid. Realistic. Introverted. Earnest. I am a paradox; an enigma; a living contradiction The way a storm ends in a rainbow
I am a good old-fashioned girl. I knit, bake, sew, and crochet. My habits may seem backwards, But life is much simpler that way. I am Modern. I take Pride In the way
“Love” Did flowers bloom and birds sing? Did you think of your first, or second teenage fling? Did you think of the very first time he caught your eye? Or did you think of the very last time he told you a lie?
Madness is ambiguous, just like reality When life is too sweet, you get bad cavities Because there's beauty in the struggle The ups and downs, concavity It's been a good life, so my concious holds
Paradox is the human life To strife for what is good peaceful Happiness However whatever causes it can too cause its opposite
We live to die, We die to live, Living for life yet waiting to die, Killing to live, Living for the kill. Claiming above is salvation, Below our damnation.
Sleep until your back hurts,eat furiously when bored.Remind yourself you’re beautifulwhen your face is shot with dirt.Forgive your pet for being too cute,count down your miserable days,
You’re Muslim right? That’s pretty exoticIt's messed up how they show your people as so chaoticMy people? Who’s that? The people on the screen?My people come in all colors, races and creeds.
One thing is all things
There once was a boy named Bobby. Who didn't know his daddy or mommy. He looked everywhere, But couldnt find them anywhere. Turns out he's just a lonly Tommy.
The world is divided, yet whole,
Late lonely nights I wander aimlessly in the thick, suffocating darkness that dances in envy around the glistening liquid moonlight