Shattered remains of a heart
Pieces sticking together,
I am a puzzle
And I can't be any different.
You may wipe my tears away
With a single finger
But you can't control me
Not on a single day.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
Feminism ˈfeməˌnizəm/
noun
the advocacy of women's rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.
People try to change a word into something else
Fantasy, made up, fiction, created....
You get angry when something you hold dear is "messed up"
"Diluted" or "polluted",
But why are you so eager to change the meaning of feminism?
You claim you are for equal rights, but not for feminism
Are you claiming you drink water but not H2O?
You want to make something different
Your own,
You want to make everything about you
You are selfish, are you not?
And your argument is weak, too.
You say "Feminists discriminate, that's why you shouldn't be one."
But do you know the actual definition?
You are that lazy,
To not search two words?
Technology helps you know the definition,
And a lick of time,
But you are too hateful, lazy, and selfish to care.
Join us. You're better here.
Feminism means equality. Don't get it twisted.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
People will hate you
People will rate you
And compare you to others
They will try to smother your light
With their blankets of lies
And hatred
But you have to remember,
That it isn't up to them what you are,
Who you are,
What you can do.
And you have to remember,
That you are a red rose,
Beautiful and strong.
Whoever you are,
Wherever you are
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
We can always find the light in the dark
Daisies in a barren field,
The smiling face of a battered boy in the midst of war
The moon always rises in the night
Pulls us from a dark blanket
And hugs us tight
There's always happiness in sadness
To pull us away from the madness
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
I'm sitting there with a frozen smile,
My eyes glazed over,
Inside them is a wistful soul
Drifting across barren plains
Wishing for a home that doesn't exist.
A small smile frozen in time
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
My eyes burned as I stared at the searing sun,
It bore its painful rays.
It grinned, with blinding yellow teeth.
I slumped over,
Palms pressed to my thick brown eyes,
But that could not stop it.
The sun laughed,
It enjoyed my sorrow.
Some say, the sun is bright,
Therefore, it's personality is ever so light
But I know better,
Darkness would embrace me,
Pull me close
But it would only be a daily dose.
Some say sunlight is better than the moon,
But the moon does not burn my eyes.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
Red little leaves
Floating through the sky,
I ask, how does it feel
To be so high?
They smile, flying through
We don't know,
We're just a crew
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
I could sit and tell a story
Where tears are made of gold
And my dreams,
There's no mold
The dresses are puffy and blue
And beauty
Will never be due
I could tell a story
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
I lived at the end of the road.
Lilies, daisies, roses, zinnias, orchids, azaleas, and bellflowers.
Growing at the side of the river in such rich colors.
I lived at the end of the road where no one dared venture.
I lived in that small peeling yellow house, at the end of that long road.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
Sometimes I imagine myself as a Queen
With a spiked crown
Ruler of women and men and all in between
My arms, ever so brown,
Laden with jewels and stones
And at my feet,
Bones.
Sometimes I imagine myself as a person
Of remarkable feats
And at my dinner table,
Delicious meats
With silks of my own,
You will forget my skin tone
Sometimes I imagine myself to be on the throne.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC