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  Mar 2016 m i a
jeffrey conyers
In this world, where woman brag, boast about girl power?
Sons, gets overlooked.

Their dreams.
Their hopes.
Their goals.

In this changing world some women getting ahead based on looks.
Not achievements.
We can deny it.
But some won't buy, it's not true theory
Some has seen it.

Boys, has goals that doesn't slide down the slide cause girls make gains.

Not, all wants to play professional games.

Boy power, yes they still need support to push to succeed.
Yes, our young men still need hopes to believe.

Everything not cut and dry as some likes for us to believe.

Some still push their sons to lead.

Notice, while women claims about their female strength.
They the first to claim men to be weak in a relationship.
When love goes the opposite direction.

When some might been holding back on romantic affection.

She's the first to play this or that in a male dominate sport.
Where many boys has been first to accomplish a lot too?

We just don't hear about it in the news.
  Mar 2016 m i a
brxken
I learned from Gatsby,
sometimes you need to
let go of the person
you love the most.
Otherwise....
you will die young.

n.e
I literally can't stop adoring one of Fitzgerald's book, The Great Gatsby.
  Mar 2016 m i a
river
i do everything i can to feel alive. i’ve ran until my knees felt weak. i’ve jumped into the cold ocean waters. i’ve gotten high. i’ve gone on the wildest of roller coasters. i’ve canopied before. i’ve eaten crazy spicy foods. i breathed. and i don’t know how to explain. i think it’s just all the headaches, sleepless nights, and lies i’ve told. i think it's just all the times i’ve cried and tried to die. maybe that overcomes the things i’ve done to forget time. maybe that overcomes the cheer of when the sun rises in the sky and the wind that caresses the trees under the bright moonlight.
i'm trying my best but i don't feel okay i really don't
m i a Mar 2016
you were the stars in my eyes,

the blue to my skies,

the truth in my lies,

the art i couldn't keep inside,

[ b o o m]

then you became the evil in my eyes,

the thunder in my skies,

the secrets in my lies,

and the cold heart i kept inside,

[ b r e a t h e ]

why?
drawing really gives me inspiration.
  Mar 2016 m i a
Marshall CB Hiatt
We cannot measure the nights we have,
Until they're all up,
Each beat of heart could be your last,
And fade you into dust.

So why do we fret over the smallest bauble,
And fight about it all,
Why close our ears when pain is audible,
Not answering the call.

From ashes to ashes we all circulate,
And search for meaning,
This sense of dread we can all relate,
We all have this needing.

So fight nought with your brother,
We are the same flesh,
Embrace the sameness of each other,
Embrace this human mesh.
Nihilism is best thing to happen to me.
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