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Opened myself up to you and showed you the scars of my past,
I start to rise and then I fall,
The simple things She wished on little things Fine things, good things Honestly just something Something to help with the fighting Give a little power to the lightning More stamina to the running
Dreams are among the stars In sight, but out of reach Til one falls, shooting fire. Seeing this must then teach The law of desire
This disease can come out of nowhere, and can try to take everything from you. It is understandable to cry and to think about why this had to happen to you.
Don’t give up and never give in Keep fighting the fight and someday you’ll win So don’t give up and never give in I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again This world will not greet you
I can’t speak on behalf of 1.8 billion Muslims But I can 100% assure you this one thing I am not a terrorist! This all started when I was in fifth grade;
I always knew my aunt was a fighter Since she was a little girl she had been fighting for her life, suffering in health, but exceeding in everything else
She screamed down from the heavens with the power of god beneath her wings“I will fear no evil, for God is with meI will fear no danger, for God is with me
Though I run till my breaks hurt I have loved till I tasted dirt. And all of the embodiment of a 4’11 squirt. I have no reason to apologize for all of his lies.
He holds his head high As he marches on to war Ready to go home
She grows almost like a flower, but never quite as tall. And her bark is just as good as her bite. This year, she broke mirrors. She built bridges. She fought wars.
Be a warrior Before you give up, first, reach for the star You're already a survivor You know that you've gone this far There are mountains to climb There are rivers to cross
He has 20 different books with lyrics in them. Some written in pen, while others in pencil. He promised his family that he'll write and perform his music until something happens.
The keys of the old blues Play troubled, terrific truths. Speaking the heart’s mind Of breaths hard, faces lined In half time, full hop, and sadly sweet sounds The blues are where living is seen, is found.
A renegade of cultures past, A renegade from traditions forgotten, Holding on to values from the past, Lessons that lay today, forgotten.
I am Survivor Anne Who has been cast away, who could never meet demands by those more cruel by the words they say. And though they spit and punched and screamed and tried to tear her dow
I know I'm not the bestBut I'm not the worstI know that I'm blessed
Once there was a mighty warrior lost in the confusion of her soul at some point she began to see her soul's shades of hurt she
You took advantage of my feeble mindOverpowered my young bones
Hurdle down from the highest bluff my child. One day you loomed forth from the obscure. Venture into dirt and sand blank the division who coward. Do not dare to bawl out to the floor.
What can you expect me to do? After always telling me I'm so little, so few. I'm never enough, not for you.
She sits alone,No one be told,She’s right there,Dying to be held,To be shown a new way,Living past a life of shame,It seems like a game,Noone stays,Pain craves,Inside and Out,
Every scar is a reason, A reason to hold, A reason to love... Let me hold you in my arms tonight, Showing you that I can see the beauty through the beast,
Who can you tell Who can you trust In a world full of emptiness and lust Will they ever love you Will they ever understand Coming from a world with no helping hand How can they see
One too many times, I swallowed away the pain While all the time, you were buying my love and I am still overdosing, choking on you endlessly
they never even noticed the redness in her eyes they never even noticed the signs that everyday she cried they never even noticed because they never even cared
What is the city girl to do when her city is burning once m
enough of your comfortand poetry about innocence my scars are not an invitationfor you to kiss my wrists and how dare you try to make me feellike my wars weren’t realdid not exist
the blood on the walls
The depth of his words were as thin as a grain of sand,
There were so many sleepless nights, days where you'd lie in bed, and hardly even bother to see the light. You couldn't find a reason, but you were just broken.
I try to live my life as you see fit To be the person you want me to be and not who I desire to be My heart yearns for freedom my unspoken words dig into my flesh
As a child I wanted to become a princes A nurse
somedays its easy, to get up and livebe happy and move onwhile others
Stuck fighting a battle that's not her own
You can never be betterYou will never do betterYou don't deserve betterThat's what I tell myself everydayI look in the mirrorDisgusted with my appearanceFull of regret from the decisions I've made
When it's gotten so hardThat you scream upon deathTo take you away from this miserable placeAnd you cry because no one can even noticeThat your crumbling insideThat your shattering into pieces
The decisions she's made lurk behind her like a predator and it's preyShe's never known where she belongedShe's never known what to sayHer voice weak in the crowdsShe cannot speakShe cannot be heard
A girl that runs away from her fears She is not weak She is alone Walking this earth with no hand to hold She stares up at the stars and the moon
The beginning is long gone and the end is near Running with no doubts in her mind but she still runs with fear With her heart in her left hand and her mind in the other
If you looked me in the eyes And stared for a while You could see my story The pain The suffering The love The anguish The heartache
My dream job? I want to be a fighter. I want to do something meaningful, stand up for something worth fighting for. Lawyers, they don't get much respect nowadays, always looked down upon,
These are close friend's for experiences. Rape can be prevented. Him Her Them Me ---
With him in mind she loses sight of who she is And a very vivid imagine she has, she was told And who would believe what had been done to her
I never have a free weekend to party or have fun I work in the fields and don't stop until the day is done From six in the morning till seven at night
Sleepy eyes, a heart indifferent to life A heart that is a slave to the light What lie of the face will I face? A beguilement of assorted grace I reach for the hollowness with pain
I like shopping a lot! Jeans, khakis, shorts: booty or not, skirts: long or short. The tops! Shirts V-neck, T, crop top, one shoulder, strapless, just bra, no bra!
When life brings you down, but others are around; What does this mean? Are you just screening, trying to sift through the bad to fidnd the gold below? Whose to know? When right becomes wrong,
I started writing music when I was eleven. First thing I wrote about,was the man up in heaven. I never told anybody i was a writer, I always thought somebody was going to hit me with the three striker.
I am a writer, poetry is my soul: I am a writer, poetry came to me on its own. I am a DREAMer, my writing is my voice; I am a DREAMer, poetry runs my thoughts.
Why you? The one i adore. Why you? The one with a high score. Why you? Who seem so real. Why you? The one whos skin always peel. Why you? Who makes my blood boil. Why you? Who's mind is soiled. Why you? Who sweeps my mind. Why you?
Leave me alone, let me be Stop devouring my body. You’re a relentless disease, And you’ve knocked me to my knees.. Burning like hells fire, You’re persistent and tenacious and you never tire.
Smile. Laugh. Nod. Impersonate a goddess. Your smile is fake. Your laugh is fake. Everything is fake, fake, fake. You’re not happy. You settled for less.
Muhammad Ali could not defeat the God who bent to wash his friends feet. death has no hold on the love i possess, my Savior died though he was innocent. unlike me, a dirty, lying thief.
A Sharpie hanging in the air Taunting me from your fingertips Just the knowledge that it’s there Is enough to put me on edge You laugh as I slip it from your hand Knowing I just let you lure me in
I’m not really sure who I am. There so much about me that is still unknown. So to stand there and say you understand me, I know you couldn’t be more wrong. I don’t understand you,