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 Jul 2018 ardnaxela
TG
They keep talking like they’ve been taught to do
They’ll keep laughing,
Nobody sees the real soul,
We all keep living in this big fake air balloon,
We all just looking around us,
Cause the world is the one we can trust on,
No we have no choice,
We’re just living it like there’s nothing wrong
We all keep living in this big fake air balloon.

Seeing the crowd,
I can’t talk I can’t move,
Cause they’ll wait for the
Special part,
So they can look at eachother
And talk afterwards,

If you aren’t acting the same way
They will dump you like a getaway
They ask me why am I this closed,
Why am I afraid to complety be myself,

I’ll anwser what if I’m different,
If I won’t fit in the crowd,
I’d completly be isolated from the world,
People will look at you with a different eye,
They will see you like a dismissed colour,
Talk about you with great honor,

I like my imperfections,
I like being different,
I like living my own space,
But they won’t
I’d rather keep it to myself,
Than destroying myself in public
 Jul 2018 ardnaxela
Ash
Anxiety
 Jul 2018 ardnaxela
Ash
Am always choosing
Between the lesser of two evils
The lesser of two wrongs
Haunted by the shadow of my mistakes
The guidance of my little successes
 Jul 2018 ardnaxela
yv
I suppose
 Jul 2018 ardnaxela
yv
Love - has lost its meaning
          - is a word spoken too much and taken too lightly
          - is mistaken for lust
          - is what many want but cannot have
          - can be painful too
          - is said to have no rules but is criticized by everyone
          - could have been so simple if you lowered your pride
          - is what our world needs but is slowly losing
          - was not supposed to seem so ugly
          - should be revived again
sometimes we just make things complicated on our own
 Jul 2018 ardnaxela
Infamous one
Wired different from everyone
Told to be a tough but sensitive always hiding it
A lover struggle within not sure how to feel.
Always have something to say
Feelings get the best of everything
Told her how I felt she didn't love me back
I held it all in she left and never looked back
Dreaming big barely getting by fighitng to survive
Feels like things are dieing need to be revived
Hard to breathe need to make a move
Praying for love hopeless with romance
Love hate turns into loves to hate
Career not paying out with many more fears
Over the suffering wipping tears still here
Another expression seen like a protest
Standing tall for change things remain the same
Paid dues picked everyone else it's true
Stood talk for the crew all the betrayal
Turned their back treated cruel
Moved on found passion staying loyal pure true
 Jul 2018 ardnaxela
Elliot
It’s hell.
You’re living in hell.
Every day your hallucinations and delusions carry you futher and futher away from reality till one day you’re totally engulfed by them.
You watch yourself fall deeper and deeper and then you crash.
And it’s like you’ve never existed, nothing has ever existed.
You’ve become this empty vessel controlled by your demons.
 Jul 2018 ardnaxela
Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my *******,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
 Jul 2018 ardnaxela
Maya Angelou
They have spent their
content of simpering,
holding their lips this
and that way, winding
the lines between
their brows. Old folks
allow their bellies to jiggle like slow
tamborines.
The hollers
rise up and spill
over any way they want.
When old folks laugh, they free the world.
They turn slowly, slyly knowing
the best and the worst
of remembering.
Saliva glistens in
the corners of their mouths,
their heads wobble
on brittle necks, but
their laps
are filled with memories.
When old folks laugh, they consider the promise
of dear painless death, and generously
forgive life for happening
to them.
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