#recent
Ex-President Trump had a near miss recently. That can be traumatizing.
We know how it is, our old republic survived a near insurrection recently.
At least Trump's assailant was killed, he can rest easy.
Thanks to faux-jurisprudence, our felon is still out there - on the loose.
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Songs for this:
Run On by Elvis Presley
Use Me (feat. Cynthia Greene) by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
Order My Steps by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC
Traveling down this
long old road
in a place I haven't been to in years
Traveling far away from my recent past
And although it was loved
I shed not a tear
Just a small essay of 14 paragraphs long
Was enough to confirm what I had thought
I was worthless in their eyes
each and every one
and if I had stayed
I would have just been
a l o n e
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
I'm doing much better
I think that it's the weather
I think that it's the fact I haven't seen you since December
I think it's in the sky
I think that I know why
I think it's cause I've recently been seein other guys
I'm doing much better
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC
And the epiphany of it all was when we looked into each others eyes and I saw galaxies in yours while you saw nothing in mine.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 8:28 AM UTC
Heros
Medallion on the spine. A golden paper label.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
robots need wires and some ingenuity
lovers need desire and some promiscuity
can you feel the connection in our hearts
like a current it flows electrically
bringing me alive from the depths of artificiality
so I may know life
before it is a dream once again
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
you have eyes like mine
I have eyes like you
a horizontal flow of emotional perfection
shining
glass blue
I can see my soul and I know you can see yours too
so I won't blink unless you do
if only we could break this clear wall through
that leaves us feeling
so glass blue
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
I was to depressed to love you correctly.
I swear I tried ...
I thought letting u do whatever ,would make u happy and maybe would make me happy. Most nights I cried.
Pretending I didn't care that u went out those nights .
When I never wanted to be alone ..
all it did was push me away from you.. Everything went falling and crashing into pieces, all that we worked so hard for , there was no more.
Had one foot in , and one foot out the door. Maybe, our love wasn't ready for loving anymore.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
I'm trapped.
I can't breathe.
Losing hope,
I'm falling deep,
"I hope you stay,"
silently I pray.
My love for you,
won't lead me astray.
I need you now,
more than I can explain.
Just hold me close.
Promise me,
please promise me,
you won't disappear.
I'm fighting to stay,
fighting to love,
just hoping someone,
will help me up.
Losing my faith,
day by day.
Sometimes I don't,
believe that you'll stay.
My heart is broken,
pieces are gone.
My darkest days have,
taken my crown.
I no longer smile,
no longer laugh.
I'm trying to hold on,
with all my heart.
I hope you understand,
that I mean no harm.
It's just my darkest days,
have taken arm.
Trying to hurt us,
that's what they do.
My darkest days are
coming through.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
Now it's my turn,
to help you.
You held them close but
they let you go.
You held on tight and
fixed each crack.
How could I expect
you to watch,
your back?
But past is past,
none of that matters,
now it's my turn.
You say,
you don't want it,
sometimes I believe you
but I see the hope,
I see the light
that can shine so bright.
Now it's my turn
to win this fight.
Not for me,
not at all.
Just to you,
cause you deserve it all.
An angel which has fallen,
soul so black,
I know he needs saving,
I got his back.
So I'll heal him,
hand sew each stitch,
making him whole.
That is my last dying wish
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
Car rides, blowing smoke, ignorance is bliss, so is smoking dope.
Keep watch, tuck below. Take a **** you said you'd be right back and i'm still holding this **** in since we last spoke.
City lights, plane flights. Breathe some air, keep chill.
Take a chill pill just relax, keep still here's some lax.
This town overdosed, kids missing found dead. Vision blurry, getting red.
Pay attention to the Feds.
Their just fiends, they're not your friends.
This life I know
This life I was drug into
Gotta watch yourself, gotta watch your back.
They do it for the high, they do it for the cash.
Quick to getting your cards stolen for a free stash.
Steady steady, think outside the box.
They will yank you, yes they're called the cops.
Take it easy. Do what they say.
Or you'll be in handcuffs, wishing you were praying.
Prison is where the dogs go. Jail is where the ****** go.
Guns in the Trunk, gloves on my hands.
Leave no evidence, I'm not punk.
Those around you, will impact your reputation,
Those around you may impact your temptation.
Bring my bag, bring a change of clothes.
Put these on, you're tagging along.
The faces and cases of all the **** and it's users.
You might run into one while with your folks.
Or you might be running from your family to find a ****
Don't poke, edits aren't good.
Easy to catch a case,
hard to come up on a empty parking space
It will remain forever, never let you free
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
the dogs are barking even louder than before,
it seems as if though america is waging war,
everyone is locking their doors,
no one knows who to trust anymore,
i'm sitting here looking left and right,
not knowing why there are all of these fights,
it's getting harder for me to sleep at night,
my nightmares are getting worse,
this life is a curse.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
sit down and listen to the sounds of the world.
the gun shots and explosions echo through continents
and you hear the pleas of the hurt and murdered.
the night's music fades to white noise and screams in the ears of men who loved men,
the black woman is trapped in the passenger seat after watching her black lover get shot by a cop for a headlight,
a thousand muslims are hurt and killed in the midst of a holy celebration,
young boys and girls no longer laugh but cry in desperation.
people are killing in the name of faith, and color, and love they deem wrong,
the body count gets higher and higher
as the tears cried and the blood shed
form a well the world is drowning in.
the sweet smell of life turns to death and grieving,
and in times like these, we stand for the threatened, we heal the hurt and broken.
with your voice, tell stories of the murdered and their kind that show they're human too.
with your arms, fight for rights and understanding the oppressed deserve.
with your hands, help and guide the ones who are now afraid.
and with your heart, love radically
until love is enough to put the pieces of this world back together.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
I wish I could have free time,
For my body my mind,
I wish to workout i never did,
I wish to write without forgetting,
I wish to have money for my all fantasy's,
I wish to never get touched again in timed medications,
I wish I never fall for someone who broke me in limitations,
I wish to become what I wanted to be,
I wish to make disappear the problems which **** me to be me,
I wish to rewind and review the happy hours,
I wish to make the world understand the difference between guns and flowers,
I wish to teleport the pain to ground,
I wish to have love each other and all around,
As the wishes cloud never get a end,
Likewise I've to calculate the quality time and become the trend
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
I figured out why it hurt
Why it lacerated me so deeply
Why my world couldn't convert
From the view of me.
You knew what your world had,
Friends, family a home.
While my world was oh quite sad,
Filled with anguish and more of a dome.
A shell that only surrounded me
Leaving me to my world to see
The reason it hurt so bad,
Because in your world,
I was just another cast in your shadows.
In mine, was you, for in which I would go to the gallows.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
Flying bird in the air,
Opening wings feeling the air,
Drone the water
Shooter bird,
Whether squirt bird again and again..
Finding friend bird.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
In the cosmic quiet of
A solitary dream,
I swam through the stars
Navigating upstream.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC