dedicated to joetta I care about u just 2 let you know cuz I don’t know how much love I show
A strong black newbian queen is what I call you
At graduation with 2 babies on your hip U stayed focused and never lost a grip I know it’s been hard staying on the godly tip
If you fall head first are you falling up? or to the side? or in between? Can you feel heaven and taste hell? Can you reach in and pull out, jump in and jump around? If you exist but choose to be nonexistent, are you real? If you can go into a tragedy and come out, does it even matter? What makes
It comes in all shapes and sizes some cute couples, some odd pairs... we know who we are. But despite the fact that commonly, this world leads us to believe that clash will always lead to -conflict and conflict just its own, I’ve found that with each difference that comes between us, we grow that
Over the quivering surface of the stream, The moon issued a silent scream. The fog of war flowed silently adrift, The pain of the night was silent and swift. A moth fluttered in the silent breeze, Surrounded by the scent of death and disease. And yet it seemed it hadn’t a care, About the senseles
I walk outside Everything seems so dark Have only the stars To give me light Wind blows the grass Makes the leaves dance Swirls in my hair Carries away my every care And the stars Twinkle down on me Like diamonds on velvet They seem to be winking Are they smiling at me? They seem to be thinking T
I want to scramble away I want to scream I want to shout I want to fight back No... No... I need to scramble away I need to scream I need to shout I need to fight back. Or do I? The voices tell me not to, Not the voices in my head, The voices around me.
I want to touch a tree. Not just any tree. A tree with big green leaves. I miss the shade trees give on hot summer days. The way they smelled, not like a flower, just the overall smell of nature. I want to sit on a tree branch and scream. I am free. I want to hug a tree. It may seem hippiesh to y
Under the rug, two weeks later it happened again. The huge bump came back. I panicked and tried to smash it, like last time. It moved clear of my blow, with the wooden chair I had been sitting on. I didn’t know if it was under the rug or the wooden floor. I slammed the chair at it again.
Sometimes when I sit in my room I think of home I think of all the things I miss and how I’m alone In all the loneliness I get consumed in sadness and fear Then I feel the pain as I shed a tear Sometimes when I’m in my room and I’m entrapped in silence I bring back the past, all the hurt and viol
In the calm before the storm all is concealed There is serenity and peace of mind before the storm is revealed The clandestine activity crude as it laughs in your face The Gnostic gimmick of peace before the mask breaks Drawn into the illusion of pleasure, beauty, and delight Then being tossed an
Why do I want to do my own thing? Why do I always want to be in trouble? Why don’t I stay home...in one place? Why do I always run away? Why do I lie to AJ? Why can’t I just tell the truth? Why can’t I tell him I love him? Why did Kyle ever kill himself? Why couldn’t he just live life like the r
My life is full of tragedy Hurt and pain left and right I see things a little differently Looking for sunshine in the night
I think I’ve met the snake of the earth And stepped in his rattling tail Ever since the day of my birth I’ve believed I was put here to fail