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i feel the sensation of pain. the course is which my blood flows around in the tubes
my body owns. the sensation i feel from the relese i need. I feel the sense in which i
i feel the sensation of pain. the course is which my blood flows around in the tubes
my body owns. the sensation i feel from the relese i need. I feel the sense in which i
In a world filled with Buzz
I sit here alone.
Watching.
Seeing.
Smiling.
In a world surrounded by Connection
I sit here alone.
Warmed.
Waiting.
Contented.
what is a beat
dusk to dawn
settled down influenced by the near uprising
peaceful. safe.
chained within
Rora wakes up to the sound of Monday morning news,
except, she doesn’t know what it’s talking about:
nonsense, fighting over agreeing,
two sides of the same coin.
The nurse comes rushing,
I am plastic,
Your child’s best friend,
I am small and held in their hand,
I am tall and pretty,
And every girl wants to be me,
History repeats itself
it's why we're here again.
Black versus white
but this time it's times ten.
We need to be aware
that this gon' get us nowhere.
No! It's not him, her, or them;
We're all just fucked up, living in a fucked up world.
I go out drinking to forget my boyfriend.
I find myself with an epiphany, I am more important.
I sigh and I sit on this pavement that is cold.
Blind.
Blinded by the sound of nothing.
Silence.
Breath.
Slam.
Bang.
Click.
The intesity builds.
Lights come into focus.
Shadows.
Anxious feet.
Steady.
I never thought I'd see the day;
Where I'd struggle to find the words to say;
But you leave me pondering, yet breathless;
I can't hold it back, I must confess this;
Your eyes read a book, yet you remain a mystery;
A puppeteer strings an open mouth,
She is me, and I am her.
Tells me what to say−
Obedient, teeth clacking.
Indecent
We sit face to face,but there is something in the way.
An object that gives you satisfaction,
its in my face and your eyes are lost and I wonder
is this gonna work.
I feel entirely empty, so lost & distant;
You leave me nothing, but a reminiscent;
I hear your name and my heart skips beats;
I try to cope, but always experience defeat;
You feel it,
like sweet kisses upon your skin.
Kisses you yourself have never known,
but still imagine.
Rusty nails pin these twisted roots
of the house, which so adorned, is now decrepit.
Flies decorate the windowsill
Constellations of shattered glass
The ember cracks, a small, resilient base reduced to ash.
Reading develops the mind.
It controls you and changes you.
Reading a book is an adventure, that all should take a ride on.
Reading an inspirational piece is something that makes you grow.
Wonder what it's like in the public eye.
Everyone knowing everything,
No secrets Whatsoever,
Judging stares; hateful words.
Wonder what it's like to always have a front.
To be what others want,
I am more than what’s between my legs.
But you’ll never see that because you seem to live there.
Just like every other boy that has walked in and out my life.
Notice I said “boy"
You sat alone every first day of school and hoped, no, prayed that no one sat next to you.
And when they did, you ignored them; it wasn’t long before they said hello, but you had already put your earphones in.
I wake up but keep my eyes closed.
I just lay there in my bed.
Seems like everyday is the same,
I hear the same old story playing over and over in my head.
