humane
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We know virtue of travelling light, let's practice that in life too
Lesser the baggage we carry with us better is our journey
Oftentimes we get hurt badly by those we loved and cared for
Once upon a time,
There was a little chicken,
Who thought life was sublime,
Till with fear he was stricken
He asked his mother,
“Where are you going?”
“Why are you leaving?”
Land of the Free!
For you, not me!
12 hours in the sun but still not free.
Held back by the chains of oppression,
trying to break free.
Everyday is the same.
The same pain,
the same orders,
I woke up in this body
Without any glamour whatsoever
Loving myself forever
Without idolized beauty
Sounding a little bit loopy
I woke up in this pattern
Without a round tootie
No more hurt,
No more pain,
No more broken hearts,
And no more devastating surprises.
There is a cure for cancer.
How softly the music plays
A minstrel’s tune sways
I can only just feel it
Brushing along my finger tips
Tingling down my spine
The world slowly becoming mute
Yet feeling so alive
WHAT WOULD I CHANGE HUH I ASK MYSELF THIS QUESTION LOOK IN THE MIRROR TO MY REFLECTION. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE GIRL? CLOSE MY EYES AND BY MY SURPRISE I GET A FLASH OF THE WORLD.
I don't want to seem selfish
I know there's bad all around
But this holllow sound of emptiness
Drowns out all of the cries for help
I don't want to seem selfish
Devilish deliverer of darkness
Eerie establisher of ease
Faithless father of fear
If an Author is a job than believe me my life will be changed.
I sit and pondered on what is it I want to do for the rest of my life.
It came clear to me that it would be to write.
I look and see greatness and admiration.
I always have to look pass my procrastination.
I would like to change that so I could get more things done.
My soul mate
One day
I find myself fly away
Leave this world
Above the stars
Back again
Never letting go of me
Shifting, thinking, bending
You twist my body
Whirling me around
Glamorous
you are the stars i gaze at every single night
you are the sun i wake to with its rays of golden light
you frolic in my orangejuice and snuggle in my bread
you've nestled in my heart and you've rooted in my head
If I could change the world, I wouldn't change it.
For we already have the capability to rearrange it.
We are a feeling species.
Full of love and of hate.
Yet we cannot appretiate that fact.
Compassionate and kind. These are synonyms of the word humane. A word with a root thats names one of the most violent, disrespectful and unfair race of beings in this universe.
It's not the exact progression
exception
Among all my most prized possessions
must be the words that I have never spoken
Chosen
Swallowing evil words that be-throne them
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