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Her innocence was snatched away as if she were being robbed And she was… The quietness of the empty home was so loud now that it was gone How she wished she were innocent again
Why are you looking at me like that? What? I’m not effortlessly, flawlessly, eloquent enough? Or maybe relevant enough? Like Kendrick, Post, Gucci, Cardi B? Yeah, you’re right ‘cause honestly
Doves fly under the sun So you too have chosen to fly With light bouncing off of your back To be or not to be an eye catching feather an accomplishment The one bees fly in the rain
We are warm-blooded
I want To be a lawyer Helping protect, Flora and Fauna The natural beauties of the World Protecting Nature, Rather than the people on the Earth. I want To be a Doctor
Soaking in to my old skin beginning to spew my unslumber back, To evolve what I call me, Its a natural world I wish I can see, using my ancient eyes That are now used for outworldly literacy. I now inhale knowledge,
One day I woke up and it seemed as though everything had changed. It was if the lightning and thunder had calmed. And I was suddenly free to be me.
Sometimes I wish I had not a 1 or 2,
People view me as four eyes, But when I take those glasses off it’s something about those chestnut brown eyes that sucks you in. You began to take notice of this young woman’s other captivating features.
I am the future I am a leader I can contribute to changing the world It starts with me, with you and I together
Peering into my eyes, you will surely find that there is a light that shines so bright. I walk the streets of my city and try and recollect this night. Flashbacks of my past and things that seem to be so distant.
He downs another beer, His twelfth one tonight. I watch him.
Once upon a time... Goes those damned nursery rhymes.
Had to close my room door because my thoughts were too loud, Or maybe …….because I’m too proud. Sometimes I refuse help from the ones I love the most sometimes I push close friends to the point where they aren’t so c l o s e.
This prison I carry, Till my time ends and they bury, Is but a shell of the truth, Of what I was since youth. The prisoner hides, Till the voices subside. And will only be free,
When I walk down the street, Talking to the people I see, I can't help but wonder, If who they see is really me. To them I am funny and kind, I always have a smile on my face.
You really want to know what makes me tick? This guy I know; he acts like a prick. Does everything in his power to ruin our weeks Doesn't consider thinking before he speaks
Help me father
I cannot act, I cannot sing But allow me to tell you what I bring An artful imagery similar to that of a painting Without the brush, no rush
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind, I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
I love the clarity of winter
Electricity and power and thoughts inside Music, and wonder and time It’s just a glimpse inside my mind Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry Happiness and running and learning to fly
Who am I? Am I the person you see right in front of you? Am I the person you hear people talking about? Am I the person crying out for attention? Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am?
Skin is the name for the outer shell that wraps you body so well
How to share your soul, How to share what you know,
You think you're ready, but you're not. All you think is, 'this is hot'. You don't understand, the consequences, when you don't put up those fences.
Its just me and you in this room, so no need for all the lies. Time to face the naked truth, unmask it from its disguise. There's something I need to tell you, it's been weighing on my mind all day.
My heritage and my background, The color of my skin or the color of yours the length of my hair or the length of my nails, My hieght or my size only have as much power as i give them
Sorrow My heart is slowly breaking into two pieces. Nobody can hear my silent screams to my daddy, telling him to take me home.
If I were older than I am,I would be travelling the universe.If I were wiser than I am,I would be writing countless books to inform the publicthat I am doing something.And although I am not older nor am I wiser;
Swallowing large gulps hoping you'll find yourself as you peer at your reflection in that tall cup of gin, strong scent dangling within the airYou're barely there....
Hello. My name is Hunger and, I'm a whore. I think I've seen many of you here before... Allow me to explain. When the land, kisses the sunlight And, day turns into night,
Doc says I should start writing down my thoughts, Says it might help me to find the root of my problems and in turn, the road to recovery. Well, last night, I let old habits visit me and I woke up,
The Monster in a Mask stands by the wall, The Host suspects, but doesn't know. She just goes inside. The Monster in a Mask goes with her. The Host suspects, but doesn't know. She just goes through the hall.
I wake up at night Unsure of what may come sometimes I have walked aimlessly Like a song without a beat I do not know whether I hold instruments of deciet In what I try, in my existing dreams
All these DREAMS I am having. They are all free, yet worthless. Some seem sorrowful sometimes And some seem serious sometimes As if they were worth of being dreamt. I have realized the hard way;
Words rising and falling like mountains and valleys.Letters form Heroes with passion and calling.Seas of ideas, all structured in stanzas.
I write to learn about who I am to embrace the ugly things so that I can no longer call them ugly To force my attention to moments that sound dissonant in my mind
Dreams fill our souls Weaving, spinning tales of love and laughter, Blossoming hearts. Scenes of life and color formed not in a lens, but in minds. Oh, the colors
It gets me through every day. It expresses what I cannot say. It lets me be someone else, or helps me to be just myself. It is at times my enemy, but also my friend.
Escape Because a cruel world needs a safe place Dream Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality Emotion Because tears come to often and tissue runs out Love
you can dream big or you can dream small or you can dream nothing at all! but if you dream big and reach for the stars you just may succeed as far as you need and if you dream small
It's all emotion, feeling the power escape when you let it free i love that feeling, the feeling of marking down who I am, feeling like me me and nobody else.. Just this little pen and paper
I do not much care when you call me weird, my heart is just in another place i can't say that your heart should be there, but that is where mine lies, in the crevice of this world.
Wondering Words A violin has potential to awaken a heart with her lovely tune
Hush, little baby, don't you cry, because you could never be as scared as I. Once upon I time I had dreams, now I lie awake and listen to your screams. Please, baby, your mommy always loves you
you think you know the future what's coming, what's going, what's approaching - you think you know the little secrets the little lies aren't news to you - you think maybe you can outrun it
A journey. Long paths, twisting winding roads. Mountains and valleys. Scraped knees and weary bones. I'm parched and lost.