I chose to squeeze the lemons into life's eyes
sue me
but lemonade is never all that satisfying
until you see the ******* screaming on the floor tugging at his hair as the chemicals
sting his eyes
bringing a whole new dimension of pain
that is the definition of satisfaction
because if life throws a wall at you
spraypaint mene mene tekel upharsin
your days are numbered and so is your rule
i will not be subject to your cruelty any longer.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
is this how it feels like
to be stranded on a desert island
marooned by your feelings
and yet in that far distance you can see it
the glow of happiness
slowly bring consumed by the darkness of the sadness around you
and when you finally decide to smile
life throws a brick wall to your face
a brick wall that says you will never be good enough
you don't deserve to smile
you are insignificant
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
my eyes are heavy and watering
But I don't remember the last time I cried
I left my respobilities far too early today
I should feel bad,
But instead I'm staring at a television
With animated figures
All this time I tried to be straight forward
And they called me abstract still
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
The fight against the color of my skin never stopped
Neither did the prejudice,blame,seperation and hate
And here I am suffering the yoke because my skin has more melanin
and here i am trying to make amends
burying the hatchet that is reddened by my blood
because you dug it right into my back
is my brown/olive skin such an abomination to you?
so much that you want to ban me from your territory
if history has taught us anything is that colour doesnt matter
but i guess in your minds the reason why you commit crimes is because of me
Am I that different that you persecute me
You are the first developed but you are the most primitive
How ******* ironic.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
*this word alone
can't hurt you
but
what makes it painful
are the people
that surrounds it*
©IGMS
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
Sitting down every things black
People saying the I am talking smack
I didn't do nothing I don’t know why
But I am being reprimanded with people trying to make me cry
I won’t I don’t I know I am strong
And one thing I know is the I am not wrong.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
Everything is changing I don't know why
The last day is coming but don't cry
don't cry your way out no not indeed
You must succeed you must succeed
Do good things as you must as I say
And every bad deed will go away.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
He says...
I'm the reason why His falling,
I am the reason why its not working,
I'm the reason why His breaking,
The reason why His hurting,
Why His angry, frustrated and feels betrayed.
...and I say...
HIS the reason why I love myself the way
I do because He couldn't do it better.
The reason why I'm more confident
Because I now know my capabilities.
The reason why I can wear that slim fit dress
And not worry about disgusting HIM with
My "love handles" so HE says.
The reason why I have reconnected with my guy friends
Because I don't have HIM organising my friend list for me.
The reason why am happy,
Because I have finally found myself.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
I hear voices in my head
Screaming,shouting,giving me advice
I answer out loud
Imaginary friends like you are always there
I could never let you go
Because you are the insanity that keeps me sane
You are the clarity in my blindness
You protect me when their words hurt
The rest doesn't matter coz you are always there
You are the voice in my mind
Disembodied yet wise than those with bodies
You may not have a mind of your own but we can share mine
Because voices with bodies shred lives
Voices with minds are blind
Blind to the suffering of others
Blind to see the other side
Blind o everyone else but themselves.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
You.
A collection of specialized cells working together in perfect harmony.
You.
Fearfully and wonderfully made.
But why are you so insecure?
Is it because their words burn?
Scald your soul till you are nothing but a shell?
Is it because their words are knives,
Sharpened by the truth that exposes your weaker side?
Even if they cover your skin with bruises,
They have no power over you
Let me tell you who you are,
Beauty,
even in the worst times,
even in the dark times,
even if the worlds collide,
you.are.beauty
You are the the epitome of perfection
you are the beauty behind all chaos
never mind their words.
Your idiosyncrasies make you who you are
they make you unique
they make you,you
and no matter what they tell you I will always appreciate you
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC