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unfortunately for him,
he was everything
i could ever want.
How do they realistically expect us to flee from the demanding stereotypes forcefully placed above our heads and in our hearts when they find satisfaction in the thrill of conquering our souls bleeding on the cold pavement?
-they don't. stop killing us, please.
The knowledge of growing and feeling the flowing
of the ins to the outside showing, what you are.
It's enough to drive you mad hoping to make glad the hopes of your mom and dad while being your own man with a plan who along with everyone is pretending he can.
True change is subtle and I'll pose a rebuttal to any of those quick fix ****** that think life is anything but a struggle.
I constantly tell myself to take the toys of life off the shelf and be not a man but a very mature boy who enjoys life for what it is.
Insignificant in the grand scheme but significant and supreme to each individual, it can be full if you feed on the right stuff and not this materialistic fluff but relationships and love.
The taste can't be replaced it's easy to get tossed and lost in the cost of brand names and hearsay claims; you hear the heresy names shouted at you for being different.
Take time to rewind and look back at the facts that make you true. Apply the sutures to the wounds so the futures got more room to grow and you know you will.
The past never returns and the future never arrives so your only choice is to be present and alive.
**** fear, you don't need it. Make a goal and succeed it.
Everyone is different and this life is on rent so make sure all your money is spent by the end my friend because only dead plants don't grow.
New title: Dead Plants Don't Grow
went to the house last night
well this morning
4 am
strange  
houses so full
of memories
emotions
simple things
tiny moments
split seconds
no one remembers
gripping this steering wheel
clenching my fingers
attempting to map
the blueprint
in shadows
trying to look
in black windows
old wounds and burns
festering once more
lump in my throat
tears of happy thoughts
cheery reminiscences
distance is present
desiring past habits and quirks
sunday dinners
countless conversations
with billows of smoke
running from our lips
papa and momma bear
remain on the hill
but kids like to run free
all different directions
locations away from
the white house
aftermath
odd change in the air
heavier
almost ominous
but familiar
welcoming
but not home

|Broken Molecules |
To love is so much more
Than this idea of perfect contentness
Love is vulnerability
It is giving someone the key
To your precious dark world
It is making room
In the empty part
Of a special heart
That opens only on occasion
Love is letting go of the strings
To your favorite marionette.
No longer the puppet master
Of your emotions
With the warmth and joy
Comes the wretched feeling of it being gone
And yet, we dip ourselves into the deep
Abyss of it anyways.
2016 © Jazzelle Monae
 Aug 2016 The Revolutionist
gGG
If you marry me, you'd get a  donut
Ring
And on our wedding night we would sleep outside and get mosquito bites
I promise everyday i make u feel as if it were the last
I take u to places you have never been
Like my mommies bed
Jk..
Dont think it to much
I may not have much
Put your hand over this beating heart and imagine growing old by my side
us
With gray hair and without a tooth to spare but damnn how good we still kisss
Say yes
I saw you look over at me
My arm across your chest
Fingers tracing tiredly
I felt the breath you took
It hitched
I saw you pause when you looked
Right before kissing
My forehead
Your chest tightened
My senses were heightened
I and you know it to be true
That kiss means
I love you
2016 © Jazzelle Monae
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