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A universe so massive, an earth so large,
Be untitled... don't have a name
A day filled with guilt and pleasure. How could someone defy that which sustains them? Yet how hard have I worked to indulge? Meager dreariness coats the beginning of everyday.
People judge what they see It cannot be; it cannot be. I hide behind the fear of unfair judgment Afraid to show their true colors. Stop the hatred and the prejudice
Before I speak, they believe in the simple and common that lies within me, After I speak, they flee and judge from afar. Time after time, many don't understand,
Can you feel my heart beat Out under the moonlight Can you see the Horizon As the sun begins to rise Can you Feel this love Right here you and I Can you be my one and only Can you be my forever
Slice Bittersweet Crimson Curdling, Boiling, Steaming Painful Relief, Excruciating Beauty Oh, Bloody Hell
Nobody had to tell her that the taste of blood was metallic. She figured it out on her own when she slid the blade across her skin and licked at the crimson poison to try and desperately hide the slit of evidence.
People are quick to judge. They make hasty judgements simply based upon what they have grown up seeing hearing avoiding what they have been told to evade. Something bad, something different.
There once was a warrior, and
Help up in her room, No more time for tears, Another fifth gone, But it won’t numb her fears, The words they said, Even in the silence it’s all she hears.
"I'm hopeless."That's what I thought of when I satMy heart was pounding and I lost all my sensesI didn't know where to startWhat was breaking my heart
I am black. I am a girl. People tell me all the time what i can and cannot do. They label me as ignorant, rude, ghetto and ratchet because of my color. I am weak, whiny and sensitive because of my gender. Who are you?
You see that kid Yes the one by himself You think he's a nerd A loser Or even maybe a nobody All his classmates trease him Then to go home And just get yelled at by his parents
When I go up to someone and in conversation The topic of my Black Belt comes up, They ask me what martial arts I trained in
Lost. Hopeless. Tear filled eyes Gaze Upon the scene. The horror. What mad game has the artist played? Conjuring up dark roots, Faded memories,
I walk slowly to my old closet. Dust bunnies colliding slowly with the intricate designs around the thing that held one of the deepest door to the soul.What does my Reflection hold?Who is on the other side?
I'm technically single, yet my heart is taken.
Hi, Im Zyra. Eyes stare, long straight hair Dark innocent face, Tight coiled hair, stareing back with a glare First thing they notice is, shes black Disgusted faces and rude remarks mumbled under their breaths