Smooth midnight black Desecration blues Wandering down a desolated road With my frenzied mind Raptured, yet empty Longing for the end of the night Yet fearing the dawn And the eternity of an existence I may never know
Back in the small town, we hung around the gas station in the afternoons and at night. We drank cartons of iced tea and laughed about nothing. We watched others live the lives we wanted. but weren't quite ready to begin.
I can’t hide it I crave it Needing it to survive The pressure of your body That look in your eyes Pulling me closer Oh closer Sometimes by my hair Pinning me to that mattress Or whatever you dare For I feel it I love it That taste on my lips Unable to move With your hands on my hips Oh you know me Control me Fingers dancing on my thighs All those nights that you’d hold me Brought stars to my eyes By that grip of your hand Firmly ‘round my neck Oh you’d punish me tenderly I could never forget Yes you’d pull me You’d push me Goosebumps emerge on my skin Feeling the beads of your sweat Drip onto my chin Kiss me Tease me Master you know just what to do To leave me on my knees Begging for every inch of you
Your almost there . Your almost enough Screaming that the rules aren't fair Almost funny enough Your never here Your almost enough Gone as I tear Almost needy enough Your almost near Your almost enough Keep having fear Almost brave enough You almost share You're almost enough Keep saying you do care Do you really have to make things tough You almost text Your almost enough Keep saying there is no time Yet never accomplished much You almost carry Your almost enough Carrying me on you shoulder When things aren't anymore rough Your almost enough Your almost here Only when it's too late You whisper one last ”wait”
Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Pergilah mentari Aku tidak ingin senang hari ini Tidak bisakah hari ini cepat berakhir? Aku malas Dia membuat hatiku goyah Dengan senyum yang manis Yang walaupun aku tahu, itu untuk semua wanita Ini salahnya Dia hadir dalam hidupku Membuatku bahagia Aku benci harus mengaku Dia lebih baik dari dirimu Tapi satu hal yang harus kamu ketahui Aku masih belum menyerah
The Peace of God Is not the absence of Problems The Peace of God Is not the absence of Pain The Peace of God Is the grace that Empowers you To carry your cross With a Dignity Diligence And Delight That confounds The watching world And Brings God glory!
Collusion, collusion! Oh, what a situation! In god's own nation! ****, what a misconception!
America is a bastion, no doubt. But not perfect. I am not American, far from it. But I thoroughly love the way they put their nation in the spotlight all the time. The excellent use of media to launder their image is unprecedented. PROPS!
Depression What a lonely word But Everyone goes through it At least one time in their life Doesn't it feel lonely Don't you just want to crawl in a corner And do nothing I know Because I've been through it But At some point The corner will smile at you And you will Smile back
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
I don't feel special, I'm not unique. I want to cry but I can't even speak. My hands reach out, but they cannot hold a single thing but the bitter cold. Everything's frozen, I feel lost. Even my tears have turned to frost. When I cut my waist it bleeds black. I'm so deeply gone there's no way back. This is goodbye
sometimes its really easy to think life is perfect but in reality its hard and at points in your life you feel like you want to give up. when i was growing up i thought yes i have the hang of this thing called life, but then it all hits me i'm no where near being able to handle life
اس دیس میں ھوں رہتا جہاں سچ بولنا دیوان ھے جھوٹ کے ہیں کھیت کھلیاں سچ سولی چڑھان ھے جھوٹ سے گر بیر ھے تو سچ سے نہ پیمان کر ہیں تولتے ترازو کو تو جھوٹ اعلی شان ھے ھے بتایا چانکیا نے دنیا کو اعلی یہ اصول بول بول اور جھوٹ بول یہی سچ و ایمان ھے جھوٹ کی سولی پہ اکثر مظلوم چڑھتے ہیں آئے مار دو اور مار دو یوں سچ مجرم گردان ھے
it’s a beautiful thing this day and age with bubbling permafrost with drug-resistance with obesity treatments with technological advancements with scientific discoveries with silent wars with blue lava with bleeding glaciers with divorce with sensitivity with my generation of people believing this new generation is completely and utterly clueless as a common occurrence
but let’s think about what these kids are into nowadays.
let’s think about who invented these inane things for the kids.
my generation of people.
so the kids of today are the ones who are ****** for liking the things that we’ve created?
I’m sorry but we have to be the ones who are obtuse for believing such things, oblivious for not realizing them and showing the world we have little or no imagination anymore.
the generation before us has lied to us and thought us to lie to the generation after.
whether it’s the gods or holidays or what not.
the youth of the today are autonomous. they can not take responsibility for their actions nor do they understand and just go along with the trends, much like, all the generations before them but we need a scapegoat to cover up our own farce implementations.
the truth of the matter is.. we’re all a little vacuous in our own way especially the ones with an answer for everything. living in an imperfect world where there’s always room for improvement nothing for us or against us wrapped up in our congratulatory self-contradictory and illogical theories and as useless as exploding appendix.
the lost generation the interbellum generation the silent generation the baby boomers generation x the millennials
a strong admixture of imbecility and self-assurance filled with belief and unawareness to a senseless world
like hate like blame like gossip like jealousy like being offended like being impressive like the punk rock dream like hospital waiting rooms like fundraisers and charity events like your co-worker to the right and the left of you and their families and their families before them
u see the knife you watch the glow u see me smile but can't hear me cry u think i'm happy but inside i'm breaking u see the blood then u realize that i wasn't lying when i said i'm depressed! u wish u gave me the support i needed but now it's too late. I'm dying inside...