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Healthy,                                                                    Skeletal.  Strong,                                                                     Collapse.  Recover,
Open your bible, pray for forgiveness, tell him your sins, the lord is your witness. We are all children of God with free will; we are family, you know. Then why in the definition of religion is the word control?
Cloth can’t cover enough, Eventually all will be exposed. You try to sneak by, “Don’t let them see you cry.”   The blood has a calming effect,
  It was a looming figure, the shapeless ones you see in the dark enshrouded by a halo; A halo with no recognizable source. It was a ravenous beast
  It was a looming figure, the shapeless ones you see in the dark enshrouded by a halo; A halo with no recognizable source. It was a ravenous beast
He controls us remotely Say we don’t want it but we do He says get up and work eight hours Workers rise and commute Woody Allen controlling us all
I shower twice a day Hoping that maybe I can wash off my stubborn filth Because every day, I look in this mirror Only to see the mistakes that I’ve made
I shower twice a day Hoping that maybe I can wash off my stubborn filth Because every day, I look in this mirror Only to see the mistakes that I’ve made
SHE
She, the one who knows all. She, the one who knows best. She, the one who creates tests. She, the one who makes bets. She, the one who has promises she never kept. 
“Oh captain, oh my captain “ my mother wanted to hear from my lips As she takes control of my ship as it sails through the seas of life. Taking it in the direction I do not wish to go.
You smell it in the air Lurking trying to find you It has tooken the life of your brothers and sisters Your mother and fathers It has infected the world with disease 
  Piece for the walkout   In all this damnass cold You and I create, Bicker, conclude, articulate. In all this damnass cold
They see me I see them  they go towards the future and I while I try figure out time Its a wave till it reaches a shore  Reach is the definition of time  With time they are able to see me 
My life is changing fast, it seems And gone are old, familiar scenes My heart, once steady, will careen, I'm losing those on whom I lean - Why is it life can be so mean? What can I do? I want to scream!
Oh mentor of mine, You are my valentine, Oh wait. I'm lying. Thats ok you lie too, You had me I had you, I needed sleep , You lulled me. You needed ears, And I tuned in.
Here I sit Without me Without you I feel like my throat is closing in Im not sure what this feeling is Doom Doom comes over me without warning I feel like I need to scream but can't
Pay attention. I’ve got something to say Figured that this way, you’d listen People are dying. Mad Men with guns.
Sometimes the things we can grow, learn, want are what people are not   Protected but desire demands freedom   Security but never chasing after dreams  
I would go though the days angry and full of despair  Believing I was the only one, that no one would ever care Writing here and there  Expressing my beliefs about what was and wasn’t fair About this and about that
When I feel like I'm about to combust When red is all I can see When I'm accosted by a feeling of mistrust Like everyone around me Should just...   Words form like arrows ready to fly through the air
Too many roads diverged in a tense arena And I used to wonder what it would be like to travel all. Could I be Engineering? Astrophysics? Analyst? Architect? Chemist?
The Creation
Through poetry, We see with more than just our eyes, We sense more than just what lies, We feel more than just with touch, As well as cry with more than just our tears much.  
Through poetry, We see with more than just our eyes, We sense more than just what lies, We feel more than just with touch, As well as cry with more than just our tears much.  
You have this huge control over my body and emotions. I know that you find pleasure in hurting me. Again after again, after again. Why do I let you do these things to me...
what is life without technology? how would we live with not our phones or computers or electricity? are we so large that it is we who controls it?
I am done with all these Mind games Little tricks And frustrations   I am bringing it back to the Closed barriers
Dear, you( I mean me), Do you know the synonyms for consistency, Do you feel the warmth of  tradition or smell home coupled with the thought of peace,
  What can we do when the world is jumbled social media has control but it has a scattered soul.   While we muddled over scraps of information scraped off corporate backs.
Bits, Bits. It's digital reaching everybody. Use money without middlemen. My bits!
Dear Obsession,   Consuming my mind Controlling my life Lying in bed
  There was always a struggle between inner and outer. My inner screamed leave, but my outer wouldn’t budge. You sent a split through my control and you took half.
No
     No One Will Hold Me Down No One. No One. no one Let Me Say This Once More No One Will Hold Me Down  Not Even My Own Mother Who Do They Think I Am? I Can Do Anything
Black eyes, bruised skin Just because I love you, doesn't mean I'll let you in. Love with you is fist fights, broken glass. Harsh words that cut the skin, broken plates littering the floor That's not what love is.
Fight the urge. Stop the urge. Let pleasure fade, as regret is made.   Don't let them in, don't let them know. This is something you cannot show.   Your fingers ache,
I am not her I do not have the effortless waves that fall below her shoulders The works of art created that exceeds any previously set expectations   The good grades Top athlete awards Perfect social status
You minipulate me made your aesthetic to be that of a devil's I guess its my fault Ive always been known to be a devil's advocate   You say you love me 
No control, No marks to hide, No taking its toll, No scars inside.   No blackmail,
No control, No marks to hide, No taking its toll, No scars inside.   No blackmail,
Poetry is dead That is why I write my poem To be heard by none, heralded as a god By none   My voice nonexistant, my words meaningless I love you, no response. That is why I write my poem
Like fruit, the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin...
How can you smile knowing that peopl are dying because they are sick of trying to appease the critics, to appease the man, to appease the woman, and those in command. They are taking their lives
Once upon a time... Oh, how cliche does that sound? To a hero I must always be bound I must always be the damsel in distress For no one else can wear such a beautiful dress I am a beauty for that I am sure
Can I try to escape from All my nightmares and demons Soon this era will be done The truth of time is too blunt To not cut like a sharp knife
  America is free Free of equal rights that women have but still cant decide what happens to our bodies Freedom to vote  but get judged for who you did   Free to be the mixing pot
Your hands hold our fate within them. Intertwined within your fingers, you play with it like puppet strings. You are my puppeteer.
Hello So nice to meet you Before we begin, please allow me to introduce myself My name is Heroin Some people call me H  But I go by many names Doesn't matter what you call me
The fire turns blue Eyes turn red Sanity is overdue Life becomes a thread   Pages are turning Daises are dancing The thoughts begin churning War looks enticing  
We don't want to walk with GodWe want God to walk with Us.Like He hasn't given so many reasonsFor us to give in and give up- Our sense of controlBut in reality, by not surrendering,
These are my words. Listen to my words. For the technological advances have taken you elsewhere. Entrenched in such lair. All you want is fame and notoriety. And we can tell that it's somewhat unfair 
31,536,000 seconds in a year Tick-tick-ticking by One by one in a perfect line Never out of place Ever failing or a being a disgrace But also never risking Never trying Never going
Your love has wrapped around me, like a quilt fabricated of the never-ending world, There is a song that you sing, a voice soft as silk, and sweet as honey, My fathers arms have held me tight,
A blade seems friendly  It is anything but A manipulating tool And in my head it now haunts. It once kicked away the Numbness  That stalked my daily life And locked away Anxiety 
Changed because of this Stayed the same because of that In the darkest place Mental health eating me alive My uncontrollable mind enjoying the taste of my tears My aching heart yearning for love
I bleed coffee from countless sleepless nights and I can't tell if the bitter taste in my mouth is from my drink of choice or memories of his tongue. Maybe it's the aftertaste
You all are followers You seem to forget identity. You all are in search of conformity You seem to settle with docility.   Opinions are not for sale They have gone out of style.
Darkness, All consuming, Drowning, thrashing, struggling, To break through, to rise up, But falling once again. So much darkness, pulling me under, controlling my thoughts, my actions.
Fire burning Through my veins, Hold on, get a grip... Grab the reins. Pull back... Ignore the attack. Breathe-- inhale...exhale Ignore the air, I know it's stale.
I slowly closed my eyes. Awake in the forest. The background of blurred colors began to die. I still saw your silhouette staring back at mines. When I was younger. I weeped.
It's a call to arms But not a call to firearms I know, we are alarmed,But as the United StatesWe shall not fill our voids with hateBecause regardless of our skin or domination Our skin is sacred. 
Its almost time, summer is ending there is no more pretending its time to get back to the nitty-gritty.   Starting college is like high school again, 4 years to go, settle in and strap down,
"Stretched across me was a spark of lightening, One touch that tore me to pieces. What was it, I did, for him to derail my mind across these broken eyelids. I gave it my all,
I write to open a door that only has one key. Me. Behind the door lays  A society that is governed by me alone, here in my mind I am the ring master and audience of my private circus.
I cannot live without knowing that I am in control of my life... I am a dancing flame. I am everlasting and vibrant. I glow brighter with every passing hour.
No one can truly know how it feels to have an addiction until they have experienced it. It lures deceptively attractive temporarily appealing then, disapointingly unsatisfying and
Suicide, We kind of need to speak. Was I too weak to commit to you, Or was I strong enough to leave you?... As my days get rough, You're only more tempting to my hand,
My sister craved it until all her bones were tingling, and her thoughts were a cascading mass of schemes to obtain it. And when she did have it the blood pumped itself into a frenzy and brought new life to her once limp limbs.
Ignorance the vitrue of many to bandwagon, To vote a cause without seeing the unseen consequence,  Like among the many who run in debt with credit transaction, The power is seen as the over-bearing opulence,
Limp limbs pulled taut, Head high, gaze empty. Strings pull lips into grimaces Everyone sees through and believes. The day begins.   Clumsy stumbling through daily routines,
If you don't understand You cant helpMy mind is so abstract to the point where it's hard for certains to understand the art behind this madnessAnd my heart strings are pulling so tight The Symphony is clotted ready to release a spellbound baroque
  I grew up with broken mirrors They fractured my reflection and damaged my reality Perception it’s biggest flaw My weakness Lately I been taking this drug A drug called life
"You Motherfucker" She said as she let the darkness within her That she suppressed and kept hidden for so long, awaken. Rendering him powerless  with every word she spoke.
You took all my children from me and you whipped me. Your eyes filled with excitement, as I suffered. You shot my son and your wife's true lover.
All the Jews came to yell... "We made it out of hell! We are forever freed!" They gathered around the big oak tree.
Every right is also wrong, every road is hard and long. Nothing ever has an end, it simply twists and snares and bends.  
knowing when to stand down being aware of when to shut up allowing ideas to form without speaking them all will pay off in the end
There's something I need to tell you, My story is short enough to expose.  I am no saint,
You
Is it you? The one that talks to me the way you do No? So is it you? I don’t know how to feel towards you Those repulsive, stomach turning, vomitous
Self esteem fizzles, Popping bubbles like tiny glass, Shattering myself worth, The clock on the wall strikes one, Darkness makes the room gloomy everything turns grey, As I close my eyes stars,
Everybody experiences it Temptation. What should Make your Any different than Everybody elses? We are all HUMAN We all face DIFFICULTY That is what makes us Who we are
    There is a dark hole, thats been growing for a while. Where there was once light, is now dark, with no desire. Day by day my body aches, causing the hole to deepen.
What have I've become. This blistering world I leapt from. My toil seem to bear no fruit. A common song that rings with truth. Is it just the changing of times. That the harder I work.
Euphoria Yeah that's what I'd call it EUPHORIA: the feeling of being up until 2 am The feeling of never wanting to sit still The realization that the night is too beautiful to sleep through Yeah euphoria
Possessing the knowledge that you are on the path to greatness, the right path, is the greatest peace of mind.
Let's be real Life is the only thing that matters I love you Grandma G But the Ivy League ain't for me 4 years in an Ivy Tower Brain poisoned with False sense of power Ma, you're my ride or die
The dragons surround me Their fire lashing out at me, Their ceaseless destruction Finally taking its toll. The destruction I caused. The fire I created. The dragons I raised.
Give me the mic there is much that I must say
I remember asking myself, why can't I put on an act like everyone else? And then I remember two things, one - I am not everyone else and two - I can't put on an act,...when I am the act.
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He asked me if I loved him. I said I'm sorry no. In a population so belittled. Love meant so little. While hatred, Overpowered it. The press somehow devoured it.
Depression is staring up at the ceiling
Concocted some bonny memories fourteenth birthday o'thine.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Closed to the sun in lonely land, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.   The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls,
I am weak but strong I wonder if I can live on my own. I hear my dad's voice guiding me. I see the people who thought I was nothing. I want to be successful.
This Isn't Supposed To Make Sense. 
The phone rings again.
Brain on sensory overload Fade into the darkness She's becoming like a ghost Turned into a bad girl  You can still smell the sweet perfume  Closet full of black What's the pont of color
ask me a yes or no question and I'll give you a one word response but let her ask me a yes or no question and I'll give her a speech if it's what she really wants ask me for a favor and I'll help you out if I can
its all in your head
The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy, After the bombing and the raid, As his flesh is kissed and licked away  By pincers of roiling flame.
Silence is my welcome mat, It meets me at the door, Words don't work here. But I still implore   I hope for answers that never come My heart is wide open So much gore to show
When life has lost meaning and everything seems slow and nothing's moving forwards yet so does the show the grass blows lagging to the past when it all just looks the same
IDK
Up all night sleep deprived Nothing to do but write Up all night and watch the time Waiting for the words that are right Idk what is life Is it worth living or is it just a matter of time before I die
I constantly imagine what it will feel like to
 
Lion King Never Thought This would Speak To my Life   No one Saying DO THIS No one Saying  BE THERE No one Saying STOP THAT No one Saying SEE HERE  
I'm hugry, but I have no appetite I am heavy, but I feel frail I feel weak, but so strong My mind is racing with all these numbers I am calcuating, from weight, to calories, to ounces and grams.
Plans for the future
I ask for a whisper an anticdote to cure- I'm feeble and crushed, hidden and lost- what I cannot- I try not,
Eyes despised glass for one and four hours Silent and soured by it's manipulative power By it's truth   It weaves delicate knots through the mind  threads thicken And lock
Hunger yawns in me Like some waking creature It grows, reaching angrily Searching, scratching, howling, For something to consume I give it nothing So the hunger sits, smoldering
I'm a Marionette,Your lifeless little toy,Anyone can play with me,Be they girl or boy.The wires tied around my arms,You control them as you wishYou can break my heart and cause me harm
I'm quiet because they can't hear me... I speak up and they say i'm a nuisance.  
depression is something
I am suffocating.  The elephant in the room is breathing all the oxygen  and my lungs have become too weak to function anymore. The tiles of my veins are cracked upon the impact 
how could wearin a hoodie cost him his life how could he kill that boy and get out the same night
The urge to hold the world in hand, reined in, with interlocked gears independently revolving within your palms. I can feel the shift of the earth within my bones and the wind is my blood,
Shoot her. The you in the mirror Or the you before the mirror. One wears a malicious smile The other tear-stained cheeks. She taunts and dehumanizes                 Fat.
We tell ourselves lies, We blindfold ourselves to shield our own eyes. The hurt, the pain, We want it no more. Our own distractions will fill up our core. Hide all the books That cause us to feel.
There is no room in my life for bullets. There's no room for rifles, not for handguns, not for anything that fires. I have seen too much.   I spent my childhood afraid of bombs,
We are nothing. They say we’re free. It’s just an illusion. Others believe it, but I refuse. These standards, these rules
With a love for you as strong as mine
Taken from the rhythm of life Immersed into the pit of life as you know  it Guided yet lost Controlled yet self- determined Sought after as a case revived by the aid of hope
No one held him As life slipped away He breathed in the last piece of this world As a target surrounded by  Preconceived ideas Of who he used to be Who he was before
You hurt me in the worst ways you see it cuz it's all in how you play twisting the mind contorting it to your master piece. you must be in control so you can do what you want as you please
Puppet strung up high Puppet strung up to fly Puppet master meant to be kind Puppet master meant to be caring I'm the puppet in your game. Why am I strung so high? Why am I strung so tightly?
Have you ever been told "you can do it," when they meant only if you do it someone else way.
5'8 107 Pounds 23" waist Yes I'm SKINNY Does my outer appearance bother you? I'm happy with my body rather you like it or not. All you are worried about is TITS and ASS.
We all have free spirit. We all decide what we do. But what we really do is what people expect of us. Should we let them run our lives Or should we control our lives to get what we want?
Congratulations, You did exactly word for word what you were told. Never went against the grain, never did anything you weren’t told to do. How does it make you feel?   Pretty good right,
It was a normal Friday morning.
I'm back, but I'm falling apart I'm back, but I'm lacking the heart, That I need to keep movingAnd what do I think I'm proving? Starving for attentionReceiving it in the form of tension,
L iving without self-hatred. O beying the standards I've set for myself.
Zimmerman shot the gun before he could think.
Ask for permission 
All life does is spin and spin. The constant motion, the endless attempts- To be Noticed, To be Felt, To be Alive and Free.
They say I'm young and black Which means I'm going to be a threat When we walk in the store they get straped And the cops always on your back Some do them like O-dog Some do them like Treyvon
They say I'm young and black Which means I'm going to be a threat When we walk in the store they get straped And the cops always on your back Some do them like O-dog Some do them like Treyvon
She was a flower, She held herself high, Strong, White and filled with innocence. But someone came along, He took away the flower's sunlight, He uprooted the flower, Put her in a dark corner.
Please excuse my color...   White man that fears me, excuse the color of the skin I was born in. Im sorry that the dark pigmentation send shivers down your spine. I was born this way, you see.
Do you know what it’s like
What people think when the see a white mom with kids   Oh she works so hard. They're so cute! They must be a handful oh terriable two's!   What people think when they see a black mom with kids
I let you control my life I let you control my fate I let you control weather I lived or died
Emotions can run wild, confusing even the smartest people Emotions can wreck your life if they are not controlled right Emotions can bring you true happyness if you express them well
He looks at me  And sees my love that is asleep. Through the iron cast bars- Of his baby's mansion . He looks at me like I am ripe fruit. And I think that's fine by me.      
She liked control.  Because as long as she was in control. She could determine what happens. So she would push people away And soon enough she only had herself.
B     r      o     k      e      n so very broken  
You’d be surprised how much power we have over our own minds. I imagine survival back before our times and the development that required. They used their brains and had too. Using each part and functioning as one form.
Shake My Head What happened?
​You Wish You Can Take Back That Clit Clat BUT when The Clip Claps... Bodies Go SPLIT SPLAT Mothers Screaming Kids Crying You Just Had To RISK THAT ?
Get to the point I say! It’s another day and to my dismay My education is being taken away Because one kid called another “gay”
Stop telling me to shush We’re not in the third grade You’re not my mother  You can’t control what I say …or maybe you can When I get a bad grade You tell me not to be scared to ask why
I’ve never known the world to be so harsh Until you You danced your way Making us all seem like little more than diamond toys We are your toys And we will always move in synchronization  
Me
Taylor Talkative, weird, funny, cuddlier Daughter of Jim and Tammy Lover of Chinese, Pizza, Animals, and German Shepherds Who feels happy around animals, and at Warped Tour Sad at Funerals
Oh I’d go through all this pain,Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes I would die for you babe.But you won’t do the same. …
Not a thing you can do, not a thing you can say, that would affect me, never in a day, got tofo be another time, got to be another land, got to be another life, and I mean just what I said, your words do not hurt me, your actions cannot phase me,
I'm sorry for not being like you I'm sorry for not looking the same as you This is the way God made me He made me in his image of perfection But whydid youhate me? You didn't know my name
                                                 Moe'Suckra                                                                        A Tale of Censorship    
I heard about a young man whose life was cut short By an individual who categorized him into an unlawful sort His judgment was merely predicated on appearance,
Where my brother? Where were you when they took my brother? Can you hear him? He is safe now, he has made it home,  But why did you let him take my brother! We was not saint nor sinner but he was my brother. 
He was just as innocent as you, or maybe he was better, His soft, calm personality, just as light as a feather, walking home after a long day,  never intended to cross your way,
If we keep going at this rate Floating, drifting Let the wind take us where it wants We'll be nothing more than lost balloons Trapped in the blue nothingness until Some deadly force comes along and -
A normal day like any other, You smile across the room. I make my way to talk to you, Then screams erupt, but whom?   Our eyes dart to the open door, Where classmates hurry by,
Please, darling, tell mehow you want me to see,how you want me to fake,how you want this to be. Does it pique your interestwhen my lipstick's like this?Does it fall into place?Did I follow your wish?
  “You can’t, You won’t, You’re not allowed” We’d fight, I’d scream, I’m scared. You’re loud “You’ll be lonely, No one will care like I do” I’m stuck in this trap of fear but I’m lost without you
  Children that are formed In the mind Before the body Are always the least happy They have to live up
The biggest mistake That I ever made Was letting you control me Like your own pathetic toy. None of it was worth it. I never should have let you in. But now I caged myself Into my own torture.
I'm just another number Come one day swing and sway Read the book, smile say "hi" Place the mask Where it always has to go   Smile wide my baby girl  Show 'em what they want to see  
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Have you ever just sat down and thought about the decisions you have made?  Or the decisions of others around you that have affected you in one way or another?  
In theory I never knew the weight of the hoodie. Contrast in its color as it grapes over my skin. Indeed I was mightier with the cape over my lens. Strolling pastimes, my ears were shuttled by noise.
It's a different kind of broken heart The kind where it feels like you fell apart Like someone took a dart and threw it directly through your heart   I never thought I'd feel this way
Children Of God Wake Up This Is More Than An Act Of Murder This Is More Than An Act Of Racism This Is More Than An Act Of What’s Right And What’s Wrong This Is More Than An Innocent Boy
I can feel my heart beat It beats so slowly now But it thumps And it thumps So loudly   I can feel my hand twitch I can't control the way it moves It shakes so softly now  
If it is up to me, I will write; And I will let it be. Internal and External locus of control. Control of my fate. It is up to me.  
I was meuntil I met you Marinating in your daily bath of pessimismmy needsand all the vervethat is my compositionshriveldecomposing to soot
By the time I matter, Will it be too late? Will people debate my soul's resting place? Will they predict who I could have been? Will by deeds outweigh by sins? Will they consider these circumstances?
Never give someone else the power to take your happinessYou are in controlBe happy with them and around themBut don’t let them be your sourceBecause when they eventually leaveThere goes your happiness too
                     If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,                            a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
A Canvas of White
  Life is a control We hold the power over ourselves in our hands But there’s no anytime use power button Although there is that little button some people resort to When they just can’t handle it anymore
Seventeen, young and dead From one man's gun he bled Court, Trial, and Verdict Zimmerman was the one the jury picked He would leave a free man Defense was the reason at hand
I've become so Numb when there was No More Sorrow left in me. I had to Bleed It Out when I turned my back on those who had their Hands Held High, screaming "help me!"
  Look at all the people Staring in disbelief Witnessing terrorism Help commander in chief   We seek the governments help We hide under their protection But when it comes to danger
The change for Tayvon starts with me.  A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth. 
Watch an eagle spread wings like silk Untouchable purity against a night sky Until the hunter (some would call him Destiny!) takes aim See the king of the air turned to game
When a murderer walks free, Are you still proud to be an American? And when an innocent teen is killed, Why does the killer walk free?   When a man is shot, Do you blame the victim?
 I am not Trayvon Martin....   but I know what it feels like to wear my favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for those who were taught to fear darker things  
There was a habit once kicked, it was nasty and it was gone. Three years of it controlling a life, three years of a voice, a nag, something that had all the control yet none at all. 
                                              It’s 2013 and look how far we have come. Maybe we should say, its 2013 and look how far we have not. Walking down the street, middle of the night
In Sanford,Florida 2012 Trayvon Martin was shot but who's going to jail Word says that Zimmerman shot him and pleaded self-defense But who really knows the truth without real evidence Policeman left to right
Little Souls, blind death Christmas was close But Jesus planned it differently Loud cry, melancholy spirit It was a gloomy year A gloomy december You will always be remembered
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
  Thanks for giving the time of day The night of light The food to eat to see my life Everywhere that summer there angles
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
It is my innate right A thing I will Never give to you Why must the demons feel Such strong lust  To control it  To destroy it Without a fight Nobody Should ever give that up 
I dropped you off at school just like any other day.  I never thought you’d be taken away.  Your smile still burns in my mind. Nathan, you, must have been so scared that day.
She never deserved this, The lies or the pain, Her ribs reveal bruises, She whispers her plea,     Shut up Ann Marie! CRASH. Your're a Whore Ann Marie! SLAM!
From the swish and sway of the trees to an unknown beat To the rhythmic sounds of traffic progressing down the street My ears are alert and my fingers
When I see pictures of my summer before freshmen year... When I see pictures of my Disneyland trips... When I see pictures of my life in general... I write to keep these memories alive...
I am a teenager I am young but feel so old around my peers I am alone with my elders I am whole with the gossip I abhor- my heart just seems to break. Thepressures irr irreg
The implications of your strength confuse My emotions and leave me perplexéd; Do I find safety in your able arms, Or do I fear the strength sup’rior to mine? The way you take control is my excuse
The first thing you can hear, the faint sound of a heartbeat The joyous drum-like sound that connects us all A life is made, a heartbeat proves it But it also means so much more What does my heart beat for?
No dress like this not like that Eat this healthy food, don't get fat Just tie my free will to heavy strong chains Leave me damage on my brain It's the same punishment as your doing now
glassy skin and wooden eyes, condensing oils transmuted lies, forgetful appearance a face just blurred, individual personality yet no voice to be heard,
My body hard as a rock so uncontrollable My heart pounding like a drum so unstoppable My eyes rolling in swirls so turnable
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet The colors of the rainbow but Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there So nonexistent like some say God is but It's not what you see it's what you feel
It’s my life. My smiles. My tears. My joys. My fears. It’s my heart. My holes. My breaks. My love. My aches.
Since we were learning how to talk, we were taught what is and isn't appropriate, have to follow a template to do anything, and even demanded to change what we wrote in it,
Violets are blue Roses are red He fled higher than me Then he's probably dead But then again He's in a better place So no worries I'll be the one To take your place So now you’re gone
Are you high? Don't lie. No use. Misuse? Misunderstood. Miss Independent Thought she could. All Alone Hold the phone.
People love to tell you that “You are the captain of your own soul!” What they neglect to tell you Is that they are at the helm And should you hit an iceberg It is you who must go down with the ship.
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