Waking up to sirens
Just another day in the hood
   But we living

Kid gets shot
But he's not living
Cop goes free
And they still killing

People we gotta love each other
Black lives should matter
even when we killing each other

People we gotta love each other
if all lives matter why we killing each other

I done lost
so many friends
So many brothers
Growing up in the hood
You get shot over your color
Who's gonna hold the weeping mother
Who's gonna raise there children
they ain't ask To be here
And they wonder why when we see police we show fear  

It's a 2 way street
We protest for the trevons
But who gonna protest when
Tyreek **** tyreek

People we gotta love each other
Black lives should matter
Even when we killing each other

People we gotta love each other
if all lives matter why we killing each other

Peace

No one can know,
What I hide,
Buried so deep,
Dying inside.

No one can see,
What I did,
This fake lie,
So she could live.

No one can hear,
What I said.
This burden forever,
I cannot shed.

No one can taste,
What I lied,
So he could be happy,
The days I cried.

No one can feel,
What I lost,
A love so broken,
So I forgot…

Fake lies,
True secrets,
I cannot tell,
Only keep it..

That's what it feels like
Depression
I've never really talked about
My depressed days that much
Its just a part of me
I can never really reveal to other people
This is hard
It never really leaves you you know
Its like your just numb
You can lay there for hours staring
At the ceiling
Doing nothing
Thinking nothing
Or you can be
Lying on your bedroom floor
Tears streaming down your face
Crying silently alone
Burning all the memories
You want to never remember
But somehow can never let go of
You can have the blade in your hand
Running across your skin creating
Lines of red
Lines of pain
Lines of anger
Of heartbreak
No one even knows
You hide it so fucken well
The pain is unbearable
But you can't let it show through
Smile
Laugh even
No one notices
No one notices the scars
You keep your jumper on to hide them
Even on hot summer days
Your skirt hides the lines on your thigh
No one notices
No one knows that the happiest person they know
Truly isn't
They're broken
Cut up
Terrible

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the. mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Once more the ancient feast returns,
And the bright hearth domestic burns
  With Yuletide's added blaze;
So, too, may all your joys increase
Midst floods of mem'ry, love, and peace,
  And dreams of Halcyon days.

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet,

And whither then? I cannot say.

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

In Dwimordene, in Lorien

Seldom have walked the feet of Men,

Few mortal eyes have seen the light,

That lies there ever, long and bright.

Galadriel! Galadriel!

Clear is the water of your well,

White is the star in your white hand

Unmarrred, unstained is leaf and land,

In Dwimordene, in Lorien

More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men.

To Flammifer of Westernesse.

My mind is blank,
Not even a blur,
What were my thoughts,
I can't remember.

Memories fill a sea,
Levels rise tirelessly,
Whose smile was it,
Carried away by waves.

Birds above smirk and pass,
I stare down at my feet,
Where am I,
Alone.

I press a palm against my chest,
To hear a familiar sound,
A beat I don't recognize,
My sea grows desolate.