responsibilities
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In the light I awaken,
in my mothers womb
in my mothers house
in my dirty hands in dirt.
In the dark I ponder,
in the office
in the papers filled with numbers
Just want to come to u again Oh! Past,
Why were u lost.
Oh! Past,
You were my old host,
No fear from Ghosts,
But you made me lost.
My calendar screamed at me
Reminding me of my deadlines
Urging me to flee
From all responsibilities
On the corner
looking at the window
The world is ahead
Full of dreams full of wonder
too eager to be a part of that chaos again
After staying idle for a while
‘knew it was time to move and be useful
it's not that we are not aware of our individual situations
it's just that human nature gets the most out of us
and we let human stubborness lead us
we merely choose not to dwell and do something
i'm not upset i'm not upset i'm not upset
i'mnotupseti'mnotupseti'mnotupset
i'mnotcrying
i'mokay
i'll be alive tomorrow
and life will move on
and what i'm left out of
and what i don't get
English is a language far too complex,
Ordinary man or scholar it will perplex.
It seems nothing will translate directly,
Because it cannot be expressed correctly.
It is time for me to speak, my head is filled with words,
But my mouth says otherwise.
My life contains unclimble peaks, out of this world,
But people tell me to clime to the skies.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Do you see me thin and tall?
School is rough, the kids don't see
The person I'm truly destined to be
I try and smile or force a laugh
All behind a face that's masked
1)It's funny how things always
Go from bad to even worse.
It's like everything She touches
Inherits her curse.
Has anyone ever told you don't let sex make you a mother before love makes you a wife?
If they haven't then thats the reality of life.
"Lets get a selfie."
#__ #___ #___
What is #?
Is it a symbol of peace in which two fingers combine to make a conjent peace sign?
Is it to make your statement sound exciting to get likes?
My curtain hides so much it has tears
Behind my big 18 year old happy body
There is a depression, overweight girl
The depression from a love who passed way too young
The Girl Behind Her Tears & Fears
18 years old, her mom walked out that door, she didnt want to be there anymore.
What do I leave for myself when the world has rung me dry.
What have you left me with when you've picked me clean.
Call me a broken down shelf, a tired little thing.
How many fake smiles
Have you put on before?
When inside your beating heart
Is broken and torn.
How many tears
Has your pillow held at night?
When you lay there, broken,
Everybody has responsibilities to uphold...
The question is though
Do you uphold them to the fullest?
Women!
Babies are having babies and they give the responsibility to their moms
Once just a boy
Wretched beast against the foul Earth
Entered a coffee shop, when I was but a cloud of a man
No thoughts, hush hush, chop chop, then
Pencil and paper, whispered to each other
