ask questions
dont be a *****
be nice
try
dont cry
speak up
drop the attitude
dont cuss it isnt lady like
dont spit
dont wear make-up
dont be that dumb
no one likes you
you wonder y u have no friends
i will just do it myself
stupid
people expect girls to have more confidence about themselves but shouldnt we understand y they dont when they have to blend in with society it is hard to be yourself and it is really bad when they **** themselves because people dont know when to let **** go

Moments create turbulence in my state of freedom
I have not yet learned to blend in around people

I get judged everywhere i turn
Chill son you are not the center of the universe

Paranoid some might say
But i know the debt i must pay

I have been promised a rebirth!
Keep it real, know your worth

I feel the Lack of connection as we convolve
Little by little my problems will be solved

The Ghost've been visiting me frequently
It's not you it's me, excuse my humility

The passenger fits in unseen
The path is clear


Words Of Harfouchism.

Son of Raurus falling sound
King of water all around
That fills the sky with dew

The fractals of these waters high
Climbing down to meet the tide
Sweetly in November rain

Eroded tongues that stick on out
To catch the falling endless spout
Even in still of winter blend

These rocks that climb up rung by rung
Forever climbing to the sun
To greet the morning light

The endless water ever falls
Enormous water-winged wall
Wetting all that pass on by

I kissed his broken heart
and let our colours blend


l.t.

Putting others first

can mean a good friend

but it is cursed.

It makes you blend,

teaching your friends the worst

putting you second, becomes their thirst.

I've got a block. It belongs to somebody named Writer.
I'm not getting too far in this life I'm living, either.
My head is swarming, but my pencil is dull.
I guess this **** will have to stay in my skull.
I'm not a kid, but I don't think I'm a grown up.
All of my life, I feel I've let myself be shown up.
I've got it in me. But I guess I've got some demons.
Any shine that I have, they dull it out, "yeah Syn, keep dreamin."
I face my fears, but they always seem to stay with me.
They've been my longest companions, sad reality.
There's a spectrum inside me, but I touch both ends.
I try to live my life as both, but they just cannot blend.
I wanna Rest. And if I'm lucky it'll be In Peace.
But God said to me "Syn, you're not much help deceased."
I met Kurt Cobain. Told him the feeling's mutual.
To finally mute the thoughts I know unmutable.

I totally adore
How you blend in the crowd
But when we're alone
You become you.


-- Eleanor

There's a cup in here, my love
Filled with coffee, a secret brand
I poured my sugar, sweet enough
Then mixed with cream I have at hand

Here's the coffee now, my dear
Sip with love while it is hot
Feel the creamier blend like us
Hug and kiss are desserts you've got!