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Shake what your Mother gave you,
Or stare down at your phone, that’s okay.
welcoming
blue sky
still
flowing
into
these
cupped hands
 Oct 2015 an uncommon aura
Lizzie
scars have stained your skin
from battles you have not fought
you've been left to stitch the gashes
that the past has etched in my body
You dont deserve to face this pain
I hate that Im the reason for the sting
baggage *****
Welcome to the West Coast, the original land of the
star crossed lovers; the people, the parties, it's all so
never ending, the music, the movies it's all so picture perfect
but you, you're something special

she said, "pretty girl did you think you could get
through life like this?" i said i had no idea what to expect,
i had no idea what to expect and California was just
a star in the sky and California was never meant to be mine,
but suddenly i can feel the sun and the moon align on my thighs
and i can see paradise in his eyes
//
he's a Californian lover at night but he dreams like a
New York boy, i don't think I've ever heard of true love
until he spoke and his love it takes me higher than I've ever been before
[maybe they were right, happiness is a warm drug but
don't smoke cigarettes if you can't control the flames]
forget ecstasy babe this is heaven just you and me
the sun, the beach let's just run away until we find Atlantis
you can be Charles, i'll be Diana we can get lost
and never be found our treasure's a death wish but life is too fun
//
they say young love always dies, they say everyone says goodbye in
California but I'll bet the horizon wishes it
was us babe because we'll forever be running, never stopping
'cause the night is young but we already have plans to seize the day
we've always been young god's, it's always been our way
and kings and queens never die

Welcome to the West Coast, the original land of the
star crossed lovers; the people the parties, it's all so
never ending, the music, the movies it's all so picture perfect
but you, you're something special*


(h.l.)
Young God by Halsey
I was afraid of giving up, but my road was just too tough to young to know that I was out here own my own and my path was so a long but now its time for me to take a chance like the strength of a thousand men, now I'm drying these tears from my eyes cause I know everything will be alright, I know that god is just in sight cause now I'm dusting my wings off as I set to rise and as I'm going for my prizes and I want let my trials get the best of me and no message from god should have been any clear cause I'm walking Ford in my destiny
 Oct 2015 an uncommon aura
Haruhi
As my eyes grow weary
My body starts to fall
I know now
that I need sleep
So tomorrow I can
be headstrong
Carve out a chunk,
the happiness hunk.
The one that stays clear
of all of the junk.

Without this fine piece,
one is never in least,
content with ones self.
A man without peace.

Take out the side,
with ego and pride.
That part is the worst,
Just set that aside.

Believe when they tell us,
it too, makes us jealous.
When envy is stricken,
a man over-zealous.

Cut out a slice,
and anger's the price.
Lets get rid of that,
it's not very nice.

See, this ones a cage,
where bad memories age,
and morph into new forms.
A man full of rage.

Punch out the holes,
that sadness controls.
It can be so hard,
when charred into souls.

Aside from the rest,
but, nested in best.
the sadness takes hold,
and a soul is depressed.

The thing that most feel,
has taken the wheel,
is fear in itself.
Although, its not real.

Fear is insane,
it confuses the brain,
into thinking its there.
A mans shadow of pain.
©Kyle Fisher
im the **** up,
the messed up mistake.

im the punching bag,
the useless wannabe.

im the broken *******,
unworthy of a mother’s love.

im the letdown,
the family regret.

im the worst at my best,
im an all over reject.

im the one you throw out,
the burden of the bunch.

im a monster.
the monster you made.
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