When we're little, we believe the place to go is up, up, and away
We get a little older, and we want to know what's down there
In the deep
The beauties, or the beasts?
One day we'll be adults
Too tired to try and fly
We'll just climb
Working to the best of our abilities for a good reputation
Polishing our shoes, straightening our ties
And one day, it's all gone
You wonder how it all could have happened so fast
Well, at some point, you turned around
And started rolling downhill
Then you realize
The best thing about all this is that the ride down never ends
It's as infinite as space
You see that everything can always be worst
You can always fall a little deeper
Which is why even the ones everyone call "freaks", are beautiful
But this hill has nothing to do with actions
It's why the famed have a spotlight
They're in too deep
Deep in greed they count their cash
Only to waste it on yet another mask
This is why I can't admire the rich
Their power comes from what the masks of deception bring them
They try to drag down those of us free from their evil gravity
But we don't give in
Hell, we win
We don't just barely make it out with bruises and black eyes
We dance away with grace
To the top of the hill
We don't dance to escape the monstrous underworld
We dance to stick it to those that made us believe the surface wasn't beautiful
En homme, I feel at home.
En femme, I’m still him.
That is, me.
I was mommy’s little princess, and daddy’s little prince.
I just didn’t know there was a word for it:
Him today, her tomorrow.
“You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.
I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.”
This poem is not my own, it was written by Lang Leav. You can find it at the beginning of her book: Love & Misadventure. I thought it was just too cute and pretty not to post
Begin at the beginning and you'll see:
When temptation came they put up no fight.
Broken and depraved forever we'll be,
Caught and trapped in an endless, sinful night.
Fast forward thousands and four hundred years;
One man's sacrifice, one man's love for all,
Bleeding back, bleeding side, and bleeding tears.
Because of His great love, He took our fall.
Three days, just three days is all that it took,
Just three days for His love to be complete.
The ground beneath, even Hell itself, shook.
Sin will never be able to compete.
How great His amazing love, none compare.
How great His love, how great his lasting dare.
I thought I had met before,
when we had just crossed paths,
or made love on the same floor?
For I wasn't very sure,
about the dress, that day I wore,
or if we had rushed through those doors.
sets his golden eyes on my face,
or was his gaze sliding lower, bit lower.
I could tell, this was that place,
for how his fingers trialed,
where his stare had been laid,
I thought this moment would fade.
telling me to close my eyes,
for his cold fingers knew the way,
to the growing sinful skies.
Not anymore, I could hear or see,
for the stranger had hypnotized me,
I had read his eyes when only,
he could see me.
Dial L for loyal.
To you, I am.
To you, I'll be.
You mean the world to me.
Dial L for lovable.
It's a joy to be your selected one.
With you I have found more joy than possible.
I have never experienced a temporary thrill with you.
What you give?
Worth all the gold offered to anyone.
Finally, dial L for love.
That's the one feeling about you that I adore.
It's something from you that I live for.
Just an additional to all of this poem.
Dial M for me.
You already control this heart within me.
one man's loss is another man's gain.
known to science as the law of conservation of energy.
for most of us, it is the bitter reality.
an unbreakable law that was made to bring balance.
but instead, cause chaos.
exploited by humanity.
from countries that gains territory in exchange of blood.
to greedy people that wants more by taking from the less.
eutopia will be just a dream...
and maybe afterlife will be the only way...
I can't stand to eat at that Chinese food place; the same order (D12), that was scattered on you floor in unorganized containers.
That same floor that felt you touch me, that same floor that sprung me to my feet and watched as you led me to your bedroom.
That same bedroom that heard our moans for four painful months because I was too weak to say no. That same bedroom that saw me shake and cry every morning before school, because I no longer believed that your hands held love.
That same school that knew of our secrets, that same school that knew I was falling apart into unorganized pieces just like that Goddamn Chinese food on your Goddamn floor, only thirteen steps away from that Goddamn bed.
Frustration Is driving me insane
Sometimes I just want to step in front of a crane but
that would be to easy these days seem so much the same Patience is a virtue yet
I'm frustrated and may hurt you
only to feel bad because the human in me hurts too
My quest for happiness is becoming a trek to find the end of a rainbow
I've lost my light and my path I don't know which way to go.
Seems a lot of people would like to see me fail and
well I've done just that since my boat has set sail
It's a wonder I'm still afloat seems it's not my time to die
I can't even control emotion at random moments I cry
Abused, abandoned, I wouldn't pay my own ransom
I'm damaged, unrepairable, yet somewhat handsome
Life threw me a fastball and I struck out every time
my days consist of nothing No wonder I learned to rhyme
trying to climb my way out of my hole hoping this may be my gold
I haven't accomplished much of anything at 23 years old
Yea I've wrote a bunch of non sense
but to my name I have not one cents
I'm actually in debt for sharing my two cents.
My life is a comedy even I laugh at me
even beat myself up I am my worst enemy.
I write and smoke a lot hoping to ease the stress
as I feel the rope tightening around my neck
The lightning bolts my only hope the reason I log on
if you didn't give me strength no way I could write on...
Thank you to everyone for your support and love
it goes along way.
Don't you know I adore you.
I relish in the thought of having you by my side.
No Skinny Love I don't always get it right.
And I'm no pro at showing my affections.
C'mon Skinny Love we are more than just friends.