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Contemporary age and the superstitious world
Everyone seems a myth with consciences hurled
"Selene, Endymion" lie in every imagination
Claustrophobic streets are the example of infatuation
You should know bullying hurts,
With words fat, ugly, worthless,
It make me useless in my own tales
But wait, like paper, words hurt
I wish I would have made friends with the monster under my bed,instead of building a prejudice with the atrocities people had said.All the years I spent, running to my bed,
Who is she among us silent
The very thought
that once we hurt and left alone
be lost in intolerable
In the beginning it was like all nice and romantic almost like a dream
I felt like I was in a fairy tale like it wasn't real
And for me I should have known that it was too good true
Your street lights are so bright .
Jazz and Alcohol and Death
take over at night .
Your street hold so many
secrets that
will never be told .
Ole NOLA
We are all sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.Can't we all just get along?Can we continue to love one another,And help those in need?Can we bare each other's burdens,And pray for one another?
Here we go again
Another shootout on 24th and Cal
“Was it him?”...
I ask myself everyday
Waking up and praying
“Let me not lose my daddy today..”
