one day when i am old should i live that long and the earth doesn’t explode and the sun doesn’t burn us to a crisp and melt our bones will i i wonder see peace true peace
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one day when i am old should i live that long and the earth doesn’t explode and the sun doesn’t burn us to a crisp and melt our bones will i i wonder see peace true peace
sublime distraction holding me awake obliterated by passion hemmed in by fate this must be terror but it feels like glee aches just like love and cheers like misery hiding in plain sight ‘cause no one cares to look strings are snapping in two by the ton body no...
i offer my apologies to those i will offend by saying that i hate the way your labels make me feel constricted and confused body alienated from my mind what if this world was run by me and you were the unwanted kind?
prayers spoken hollow words for the ones who were led astray singing softly deeply freely these caged birds pleading for prey wave of blood crashing over flesh and bone anew atone repent to sin no more these bells do toll for you awaken child go forth and cry
falling behind in the race to relax cinnamon burning peach flavored leaves in my cup mind is corrupt full of hesitation fingers frozen blanks pages taunting inspiring songs spinning on repeat failing to motivate or rejuvenate hurry up and wait
it’s kind of disturbing how everything we do comes back to haunt us chasing us through dreams causing scenes and break ups and accidents that crash through our defenses and mock the flimsy walls we’ve set up to keep us locked in over and over we seek to deny...
criminal lies inside of criminal minds that seek to justify climbing the tower of criminal lives smoothly proving the high payment of crimes against the very people whose existence is criminalized who is the mastermind behind this institutionalized sack of beautiful bullshit known as beautiful crimes
world is shaking walls are crumbling nothing i can do stand my ground hold my guard up pretend i don’t see you time is slipping backward getting lost in memory unbreakable bonds are beginning to choke me sever these chains that hold us close together emancipate me
good evening my darling sun off you go to the place you call home slip into the bed you made and thank your lucky stars for another day storms march across your horizons winds howl and slash away
dear mirror myself you owe me i paid my dues in blood where’s my change? you showed me things that were not real to see your lies wounded me whipping against my skin drawing thin welts of red used me abused me confused me mentally
“Oh shit, Kenji! You killed her! We gotta get outta here. Drive, muthafucka!” Alpha shouted. But something was wrong. Alpha’s throat was a ragged hole, and his eyes were empty sockets. Kenji stared at the rotting mess in the passenger seat of the stolen vehicle. The thing that was...
Something fun! Kind of.. you know i tried my hand at love and came away with ragged nails torn and bloody fingertips and open cuts crisscrossing my palms my reward for trying to hold something that fought to be released
There is a wonderful writer and person by the name of Shannon Barber. She runs a blog titled “About That Writing Thing” which you should be reading. She shined a big spotlight on little old me, and posted it over at her blog. Which you should be reading. Because...
New story for all of you lovely readers! ————————- Omari sneered disdainfully at the wide, shaking hips of the cleaning woman. She had a pair of large headphones clamped over her ears, as usual, and was using the plastic broom handle as a microphone as she swept the floor....
can’t you hear them crying out for release and shouting out for peace and justice and lingering wandering this realm of inequality
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