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Styles Jun 2015
The pain is real.
suffering is not fashion.
anger is not funny.
feelings are real
even we don't see them,
as is hope; they matter.
Styles Jun 2015
I start to daydream, and
I hear your voice.
like music to my ears.
I live out the moment,
living it in real life,
waiting for it to past:
the perils of this life.
Styles Jun 2015
Hate is temporary. Cause,
love is therapy.
no body got the answer. Hope,
we all get it eventually.
Anon Jun 2015
Through constant beatings
the wound that is my heart has managed
to coat itself numb.
My heart is a scab,
and it seems that all the world keeps
picking at it.
Scabs can't heal if you pick at them.

(This is my first ever attempt; please be kind.)
Styles Jun 2015
say your prayers
share your thoughts
different people
a thousand walks

different times
same old thoughts
different wars
young lives lost
Styles Jun 2015
I flip lyrics like tricks
breaking bricks with sticks
my flow as Good as it gets
spitting words until they turn digits
mental midgets can't handle my pivots
I am dope with a twist
a cloud of smoke with no mist
I rock the boat and break wrist
so many styles I'm the ****
rapid flow when I spit I go rabid
going inn like I am sic
killing the beat and
melting the mic in one sec-and
my reputation becoming habit
I am loving this ****
as far as the goat,
I go cut throat
staying sharper than clips
I float while others just gloat and gossip
changing topics like top picks
I just take it all lite ike optics
Leah Jun 2015
As the sun beams creep under my skin
this unfrequented place
to find some ease
- ease to the body some, -
trembles to the beat
unknown

Time past, and
what once I was and what am now
has given birth to
a long lost youth
who's bound to
be ascended
in all flames
at once
at last

from Heaven foretold
twice by an Angel,
who once trapped and caught
Styles Jun 2015
Life only happens once;
                So live every second
                like its your only one.
Styles Jun 2015
Touch me with your heart,
                           my love,
Love me with your soul.
               my love,
my heartbeat is yours.
         my love,
my heart seeks nothing more.
my love.
Styles Jun 2015
allow my words to
              penetrate yours mind,
                       as they crawl across your thoughts
                                    serenading your mind with passage;
   saturated
            with honesty,
  dripping
             with insight.
                  perceived
                  brilliance
                  conceived
                   through
                   insanity.

                                        Thoughts running rampant,
                                              shrouded by vanity.
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