I've dissected hearts of sheep who bleat about what they eat and how they're incomplete they need to meet that other sheep who'll complete them And yet I'm no closer to understanding these grand feelings, these demanding blood-pumping vessels that are deemed romantic have you ever dissected one? Not to be pedantic but they aren't filled with love. Perhaps that's why I don't get it I'm dissecting hearts when I should be picking at brains, watching the sparks that I hear people talk about take place But I don't feel sparks am I supposed to? If I cut open my head and **** around I'll find what's wrong and cut it out and I'll feel just like everyone else won't I? I don't think I will Because I've dissected many hearts and each one is different in size, in shape in care, in weight so why wouldn't our brains be any different? So I do not feel the spark that other's do I do not feel the pull that other's do and as long as I'm living with it and I accept it I don't feel broken or alone I don't feel like it is something to fix because my heart isn't broken nor is my brain I just don't want to ******* my guy or anybody tbh get over it
I hold my bible in my right hand because I'm a God-fearing man and Christianity has always been in style. I like white because it's the color of surrender red for my blood I'll never spill and blue for the sky that I will rule. Wear my brands like a badge of honor and follow my lead for I am the prophet of style I profit off of stolen style I'm the prophet of style they should put my face on the dollar for how much I profit off "In God We Trust."
The idea in this draft was to talk about people who abuse their authority position in religion for a power trip. Also about people who pretend to be religious so that they may receive the support of those who truly are religious. An act all for a power. I chose Christianity because it's the religion that I grew up with and was witnessing events that lead me to these conclusions. Obviously, not all Christians fall into this specific brand of person. I do not intend for this to come off this way. I'm talking about specific people (a minority) who have the power to influence a large amount of people and are abusing it. This is a very touchy subject which is why it had stayed as a draft until now.
On this warm spring day, The light peers in my window, Quiet as it can, Asking questions of shadows: "Do these walls have ears? And what does the clock-face see? Is the lamp lonely, And does the pillow know tears?" The shadows answer, In their sweetest honeyed voice, "We gave the walls ears, And the clock has our blank face. The lamp loves the dark, Just as the pillow drinks tears. Won't you come deeper, Deeper into our shadows, And hear what we know?" Will the light claim its homeland, Burning up the dark And swallowing the night whole, Or will it shrink back, Afraid to see the hard truth That my shadows breathe And the darkness grows deeper Fated to hold the sleeper?
Every time I here sirens, I think of you. I think of the lights I saw. The reds and the blues. I had no idea it was you. And to this day, I still flinch at the thought, that it could be someone else I care about.
Shared from my drafts. About the day I lost a friend to suicide.
No one will ever know how much I miss the rays of the sun Give me the square root of pi, there is an approximate estimate. You will never believe that I love you, how sad is it that my life has to go on? If I had one wish for my entire life, I would skip this life to see you again. when will you leave my heart? my heat, I received your sunlight like a violet where are you? Your passion for me made the grass zephyr, now I am the grass, withering away.