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And so the shot went off, The ringing in my head When will this nightmare stop? My friends, all left for dead
The baby was tucked into bed, Quietly breathing, slightly smiling The mother was laying down right beside her, Mentality breaking, silently wondering
It's getting darker. A tornado tears through lands, But I feel so bad. The impact is colossal. I wonder if it's my fault.
We live in a culture of vultures We don’t even have time to breathe We are only supposed to succeed and conceive Because what else are we supposed to believe?
Crying out for one of life's many inconsistent qualms which arise without fail. Screaming pleading for justice, joy, a sense of reason. Little whispers silenced pleas
“Canciones de un Pájaro sin Pies” En una isla, Un hombre dio a luz tres hermosas aves de su cabeza. Triste y muriendo él les dijo esto: Eres hijos de una madre inmigrante, hijas de agonía.
they look at me and all agree they think im a stuck up white girl like, "she probably gets all her shit for free" ive got blonde hair, blue eyes. and my skintone is real white
I am a bird, unnoticed but free
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
I was on my computer talking to some chick I barely knew. I can't remember the conversation, but it was a nice chat. She was surprisingly friendly.
Hush little girl, and rest in me
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
She takes flight. All the light in those babydoll eyes. Broken. Soars away from these hardships. Tender hands burned. In this seemingly painless discuise. Don't leave me in the darkness.
I find it hard to live in the world I am in.
Beauty in individuality, Everyone seems to think with the same brain, Singularity is a rarity, Gather us and tie us with the same chain. People wish to seek social acceptance,
Their Eyes are on the Door (The Gay Scene) Their eyes were on the door of clubs like Casablanca, where they wait to judge. They clutter together like leaves stuck in a drain, old ways refusing to budge.
I’m pretty sure I come off as expressive And for the most part I am I’m pretty sure Some would say That I share my thoughts And for the most part I do
They. I. You. Me. Them. Us. We. You are not YOU. You are They. They are Us. They want you. They want Me... They want Us. You want Me to be 'Us'
What happening to the world we live in... As we turn on the news, their goes a child killed by the offcials that are suppose to protect us.
Near the bottom of our system Ignorance exists, and its consequences are prevalent. Out of sight out of mind only hinders our development, When negligence is evident from the government’s irrelevance,
Society, Society, Society It whispers in my ear Leaves it stings And never fails Using me as its target