My father taught me how to be a man: Male is the strong gender Boys and girls can't be friends And feminists are crazy hairy chicks Solving their daddy issues By fighting over an empty cause
Still, my heart screamed rebellion How can male be the strong gender When mom is the strongest person I know? How can't boys and girls be friends When my deepest connections are with them? And how can feminism be an empty cause When women are beaten, ***** and decreased everyday?
He couldn't bend my spirit Nevertheless, I've learned so much With all of his wrong examples of manhood Which helped me to be twice the man he ever was And yet not even half as brave as those insane ladies Standing their ground and clamoring their rights
Your actions and words can be manipulated by others Your body can be told to do things you'd never wish it to Souls can be corrupted and minds can be harshly invaded Memories can be twisted and forgotten, faded and changed Even our emotions can be controlled by another living being
The only thing in the world you truly own is the truth
Run away// Run away// From the alarm clock that breaks your rest// Run away// From the pains held in your chest// A life unblessed// From blessings you subvert// Run away// From the love you invert// Run away// Run away// Run// Away//
Running being the wrong choice is only dependant on the direction you choose to run...
I can't write like I used to. I've lost my spark, my fire and now i’m left with ash. I've lost my match, my flare, and muse. I ignored it for too long the fire it made was big, passionate, and beautiful but I let it turn to dust. And since I lerk for my light but no match will meet my satisfaction no fire will ever be the same.
God gives us instructions on how to Love the Stranger-First Begin with a Love that is most natural that cannot Be denied. Let us say it is for your. Child a forever one if ever there was One-a commitment for all time freely Made to all that is loveable-the gift of God. With this we sight in the future Another time is now seen close up and What we see is altered and instead of the Beloved child there is a stranger and an Accuser who tells you it is your fault-that You failed to love as you ought to have- Worse still it is true and you are indeed Responsible for this Alteration-this stranger Who you said you would love forever but is Now your accuser-Indeed it could be anyone Another who you do not know and never met Would be easier to love but it is not the easiness Of Love but its faithfulness; its strength to be true To its beginnings that overcomes in the end-So we Learn that it is possible to truly love, to love even A stranger because we do and knowing this we know All. All we need to know because we know God. The One who is the stranger is our Beloved Child
Shades of blue Remind me of you And that sweater you look so good in. Shades of brown Remind me you’re alive Because of your eyes. Shades of red Remind me of my heart That can’t help but fall For everything you are.
When you're in love with someone, you can't help but wish they knew it.
his head is in the clouds where the sun is brighter and sky rests so blue it's blinding to his deep brown eyes the constant buzz and shakes from the large engine must scare him but once he starts to fly maybe he will calm
To sit and sip On bitter foam That warms from in within Among the pretty snowdrops I commit my deadly sin the curl of crescent starlight that will not let me in push blossoms out of bare wood Begrudgingly, it’s spring.
you dont like poetry especially mine why cant you understand that every word is not exaggerated but it is exactly what I think just covered in silk robes and crowned with flower petals why can't you understand that I dream of green forest and crystal clear oceans that I am not trying to be edgy I'm just trying to understand myself
Your soul is the moon after dawn A vapour who sings of love as well as pain A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss The geese have fled from iced lakes long preserved with whispers of old In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard, carried to you by the frost-kissed air Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn Hear my hymn of peace, till winters turn to fawn
My head's still in the clouds! ^-^ I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview... Lyn ***
In the quiet of the night, it's when my mind can't seem to keep quiet. Running at a hundred miles with no stopping. Head spinning and mouth drying, stomach turning with non-stop reminders of the what if's and never know. All the things I shouldn't think of. - dizzy.
"Come to me," he said one night, and I will make your world alright; "I will fill your heart with love, my precious, little, snow white Dove." ~ I will calm your weary soul, never will you feel alone; Protect you from all types of harm, wrap you in my arms of warmth. ~ Cuddle you when you're afraid, give you what you've always craved; Dry the many tears you've cried, give you comfort, give you pride. ~ I will do all this for you, because my dear, I love you true; And if you should e'er need a friend, on me you can always depend.
Even when I was an infant I knew I would travel this distant Thrown in an abyss, a tragic instant Then blow them with a kiss, basic instinct… As I flow on roads often walked on, mending bridges and sew the clothes of orphans walked on, mending cringes...
hey you we haven't really talked in a while which is funny because i've memorized every inch of your profile the softness of your deep eyes that you hate so much that i sometimes hate too lately i just feel so far away from you pull and tug tug and pull why won't you just let me make your heart full?
on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. ****** loyal for you bby.