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What are you doing on Friday?
Would you like to hold my hand and walk by the river?
Would you like to cradle a bottle of wine and a whole box of ritz crackers?
I spent so many years,
Doing nothing but crying.
But now I'm out of tears,
All despite my trying.
Not because I've overcome fears,
But because my soul is dying.
As the light draws near,
where do we
fit?how can we
squeeze?is there more to it
or to the universe are
we just a
sneeze?
I often wonder how
often other people
pout on the pretty
Enlarge your vision …
and You can achieve whatever You put Your mind to ..
increase Your confidence ..
inside You are untapped potentials ..
Your dreams can definitely come true ..
Do not try to invade my thoughts;
my cross is too heavy to bear...
Just listen when I need to express them,
& I will make you fully aware!
Ill let you into my life, and all to me that is real;
I will open up my heart and tell you how I...
Why am I so hung up on a stupid message
It's nothing
I'm nothing
At least to him...
But what if we did
Look each other in the eyes
Remember each other at night
A growing voice inside my head; the essence of me.
You were my only nightmare, yet the only person I wanted to see.
I could not wait to meet you, for I never have before.
Sitting with idle hands
While a busy mind sits on my shoulders
It's polarizing its thoughts
None of which being what is
All being what was and can be
Now back to the crossroad
carry on through the rain
when the storm doesn't cease to pound
ravenously on your bare back in the middle
of nowhere
carry your head high
when ropes from hell tie themselves to your chin
he sits in the shower
pools of blood at his sides
the water washing away his tears
along with the crimson liquid pouring from his wrists.
he hates who he is.
a disappointments
a fuck up
In my house enjoying a fine day,
smoking cannabis, harming no one and nor,
am I doing anything wrong, but yet it is a crime,
and to this I say, end this war.
Medicine for everybody including children,
blistered skin,
that whispers flayed.
my life, a cage,
to which I'm chained.
Haunting voices,
following close,
the creeping utterances,
my subtle foe.
feet trimmed by velvet,
Don't you talk to me. Are you sure that you can teach? This class makes me sleep.
Oh, teachers, how you are skilled in boring
The normal, average, local students
Who keep on searching, always exploring
For a teacher with the greatest prudence
Students today are looking for a purpose
I look in the mirror and see many faces.I see the face of a seventeen year old girl,Shoulder length brown hair and circles under her eyes.Wipe off the mirror with your sleeve,and you’ll see something more.
Throught life you have to take decision and whether its positive or negative, life goes on
It’s summertime and everyone’s free
Taking life easy and drinking sweet tea
Hearts being broken yeah it’s the season
Girls dropping boys for no apparent reason
Boys leaving girls
Broken Ones
You’ve been covered by black
A sadness that surrounds you
You’ve been laced in pain
You’re helpless to free yourself
You’ve been sitting in doubt
If you feel like you don’t belong
Strength is being weak, but continuing to walk.
It’s carrying on when everyone says you don’t have to.
It’s stepping up to the plate,
standing up to the man,
and buckling down when times get rough.
My heart no longer smiles the way it use to
It just sits there and stifles
The feelings that it really wants to let out
It holds back and waits
Unwilling to express itself out of the anxiety
It been a while
Since I’ve seen you
A while
Since I’ve touched you
A minute
Since I’ve missed you
A day
Since I’ve needed you
Time has changed
Who we were
And has given me
FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST!
Black America has been inspired
By these words from the past
But are we truly free?
This question puzzles me?
When our fellow brothers and sisters
