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 Mar 2015 Bra-Tee
Christian Ek
I want you to look through my infinite playlist and see your eyes light up by my music.
We could spend a night talking about spirituality through the arts of shamanistic practices or criticize american politics.
Or we could lay down quietly side by side and hear our lungs inhale oxygen.
You don't get the same reactions at a bar or club. While the rest seek to hide the self, I seek to free it.
I am daring you to bring out your true self into the light and without any filters.
I am challenging your insecurity, to release the prisoner hiding behind solid bones, get me deep into your core and put away your sharp teeth.
Your with me, where you can feel free.
The error is
   somewhere between
                  the keyboard
                           and the chair
True story.
The tears keep falling
drip drip drip
And they keep tearing my clothes
rip rip rip
Just take some tape and put it on my lips
Freedom of speech is an illusion as it is
They say our "culture" isn't a place for a woman
so that's why 70% of Hindu gods are male


Oh Wait
Ah well, better to be worshipped than to be whipped, I say

Oh please don't glorify me, it's not what i need
i can do without your worship, I plead
you don't have to set me up on a plank
just treat me like an equal among your ranks

Why is it becoming so hard to breathe?
It is the necklace of your fingers round my throat
Why are you choking what you claim as your own?
I'm not India's daughter, I'm India's ******
 Mar 2015 Bra-Tee
Kurt LaVacque
All these letters that I write
The length never long enough
The words never strong enough
And the word love
Never said enough
Can I be the sun and you be the moon?
Can I warm you with my radiance?
And you can cool me with your blue
Let's do that soon
Lets run away to dark side of your moon
So no one can find us
But of course
That only happen when the time is just right
I know we can never be together
For the distance between
Isn’t the only thing
I feel so near
Even when you are so far
But the feeling I have
Doesn’t change how we are
It makes me sad when I think of it
You leave me when I rise
And you come when I set
Am I losing my mind?
Can you tuck me in before I go to bed?
Can you wake me before its time
So I can love you for one more second
So we can live for one more rhyme
Im dying my love
When will be our time?
You know you're out of it
when you laugh at the wall
and the wall laughs too.

Maybe that's really
being into it?

Who knows.

Either way,
the walls sure are funny!
..raw..

Prove me wrong! ;)

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What good would time-travel be without the blessings of memory?

But, of course; that's how to get away with it!
..raw..
Is it a joke or is it serious?!
It can't be both, right?!

Ow, my head!

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