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Amanda Mahsill Oct 2014
Once upon a time i was happy.
Once upon a time i was pritty.
Once upon a time i was in love.
Once upon a time i was not cold harted.
Once upon a time i was loved
I hate who i am
Deepdown  Feb 2018
The truth
Deepdown Feb 2018
That one girl
everyone wants to be
'oh but she cares about nothing'
'she's so funny and rude haha'
'she's so smart'
'she eats so much but she's not even fat like me?'
'I had such a good time with her'
' she    is    a masterpiece'

Have you ever thought
ripping people apart
isn't always being yourself
it is having to rip yourself apart less

making people laugh with a video I posted about that nerd.
Eating so much you're nauseous, so you figure' tommorow I will almost collapse but I need to lose that weight again, I'm not like those fat girls over there!
getting my grades because I need to be the best, pushing myself every day to make myself feel like 'something'
laughing the empty feeling in your heart away is 'cool', cold-harted is attractive isn't it?

maybe
I ain't
a masterpiece
mhizz ashanti Jun 2013
Love in the air harted on earth without life its jus not worth love is not what u can see ur self with but its a person u can't see ur self without love is kind but it can also blow ur mind but it can also be dangerous so be careful and take love one step at a time and u“ll see ur self smiling in the beautiful sun shine
mhizz ashanti  Jun 2013
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mhizz ashanti Jun 2013
Love in the air harted on earth without life its jus not worth love is not what u can see ur self with but its a person u can't see ur self without love is kind but it can also blow ur mind but it can also be dangerous so be careful and take love one step at a time and u“ll see ur self smiling in the beautiful sun shine
Steven redshaw Feb 2017
Depression is lifes big frown
No more laughing like a clown.

It holds you back, you feel run down.

To hard you think to climb back up but need to do as your not stuck. Doom and gloom is all you see when all you want  is to  be free.
You have no push no rush just hush. Life itself is such a effort when  all you want is to forget it. Interested bout nowt don't even go out.

Anxiety is to much worry to get things done in a hurry. Lots of things todo right now but which is first and how how how. All these worries that you thinks important.  Aren't so bad to make you down harted.

These times aren't good to be so low but never think of letting go.
Be strong , stand tall and you will see love and laughter is the key.






Dust of my feet
the dust of my skin•
My clock wise measurementory
of earth 🌍 into SigniaZion
RAĪNBŌW 🌈 Kush I am,
I was made first as earth Father land
among all the verdant hills,
from Adis Ababa,

The Holy Obàtalà the Spirit
was my only comfort,
I had a mystery wife
Called Ur-Babylon MÓÓN🌕,
I had her seperated by the river Euphrates.


Her drank was peaceful she has a Son between the Red ßæ where the dead s
Scrolls īnn was burried.
called ẞÚN ⛅ Kenmet,

her soul was the water
I seek love from.
her drank was peaceful

In her was all my treasures hidden
both of mystic & mysteries
after she emptied herself,
all who comes now calls her a harlot.

I became so angry that her generosity & love was taken for foolishness,
& her kindness for Vein,

So I curse the land
these herbs considerd as weeds
called Mary-Jane,

I wrote revelations in her Brother
to capture our victimize relatives
her deep tears of BRIGHT MORNING STAR 🌞 Cuptic-hellas
shame
the nations that came off from her,

as she shed tears of blood constantly day and night weeping and mourning
culture, religion, tradition
& education
has been stolen away from me
I am emptied & left alone
with no one to comfort me.


I embraced her deeply
for I know her prophet I sent forth will awaken,
and she shall be restored again
to formal glory.

So I returned Kush to dust
if they'll consider my "Art"(Sholomon),
Filled the sea of Kenmet with blood
if they'll remember my "Act" (Iyesus),
I Judged every error & imbalance at Babylonia-Ur
when they ask for my very "Heart"(Yédidiah),
while burning at my everlasting fire from Cuptic-hellàs
when they asked where I AM is "At" (Immanuel),
Hey (ORĪSHA'NLÀ) needed "Ma'at"
 Before (ẞHÆÑGØ) is "Out"
In his Obatàlà "Hat"
Brave Harted Mat of ÔRUNMÎLÅW.
Here Ī Math ÆDÂMHŪ

He who markes the Big bang crystal stars signs & Kinetic Lamuel completed lily ant & ******.

I tutor days,
Appointed seasons
placed time before ancient stones,
beat kingdoms to bruises
formed languag.uz.
And answered himself in scrolls only,
Need no reward from mortal man.
Earth 🌎 Īsreal
Sātalitē Town•
betterdays Mar 2020
the state of the human heart

both, astoundingly abstract
and sumptuously surreal

born of colours kaleidescoped
by fractured fractaled emotions

painted with either abandon
or cramped contractions

framed by circumstance
guided by thought,
or thoughtlessness

hung by guilt,hope arrogance

viewed through binoculars,
keyholes, rose tinted spectacles
seen in clouds and reflections

reviewed with misunderstanding

sold for praise and cheers

gifted to uninterested or uninteresting

left to gather dust....

held tightly, torturously so
for  fear of it flying free

weighed, found wanting
yet alway needing more

when  the heart smiles
the whole body sings
when it cries,
we often look away
from it's sorrow.

we can be heartfelt
heartless, hard harted
soft of heart, heart sore
we can have a heart
overwhelmed, full of grief
overflowing with love

we need it to beat,
be strong, faithful, steady

all this: ascribed to a muscle,
inside a cage, inside a bag
working hard to keep us upright

look, at the state of it.......

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