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The thought of you Attaches itself to the fleeting youth Every day passes, we age To see each other Just another thought
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
Pacing
Did the bright lights and broken skies blind you? Did the shining gold of the fading distract you? Did the glass and cement jungles  blocked your view? Did the shuffling of your green trump cards please you? Did the black mirrors of today keep you as captives in their cages of self-praise and deceitful truths? Did the burst of anger between one and another, and the absence of peace remind you of this life? Did another life lost, remind you, that time, is lost?   Did the Cross on a Church in your neighborhood remind you of the cost? The cost that HE paid for, just so that he could have you in his arms, That he can save you from the swallowing sands of this life, to remind you to strive. To strive for the reward waiting for you in heaven. To have your spirit awakened. To know that this is not it. That this is not life. That the golden statues of today and the virtual praises from virtual faces is not it. That this life is so much more than this. That finally, you could see, there is so much more.......than these...
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
much more
Apparently it's wrong for the girl in the leather jacket to be the most innocent in the room I don't mean she doesn't know bad things go bump in the night, and the day, and in every alley you look in I mean she still believes there is good in the world But apparently she can't think that Because society has said that because she wears a leather jacket and is six foot tall she can't be innocent What they don't know is the leather jacket is her coat of arms against the big bad world It's the weapon that goes well with her height The height and black leather are quite the pair that become her But society also thinks that leather is synonymous with bad and bad must mean she's a liar But the thing is she doesn't lie that often, only once in a blue moon But they don't believe that to be true Because apparently it's a lie too Maybe this time it's not the leather Maybe it's the makeup she wears everyday Because that must be hiding something It has to be a disguise But the only thing it hides is a cup In an ocean of her insecurities So instead it might be her heavily eyelined eyes The ones where she uses eyeshadow to shadow some of the storm in her eyes Because people are afraid of the shadow of a storm they still see She's found that they love it too though People often love to stare at things they think are dangerous and beautiful The kicker is the dangerous part People stay away from that, whether it's really dangerous or not So they stare and they talk behind her back She knows this because people have told her Weird thing is that she hasn't heard anything hurtful about her Maybe it's okay though Because momma always said children are to be seen and not heard And I guess that's true because I haven't really been heard in a long time Maybe it's all okay though Maybe one of these days they'll recognize her name when they come across it in their magazine or news feed or whatever else they're reading Maybe people will finally realize that everything about her is so much more than a leather jacket, her height, stormy-blue eyes, and blonde hair Maybe they'll find out once and for all that blondes are smart too They might discover this when they read one of her poems, or books, Hear one of her quotes, See one of her paintings or drawings, Maybe even a sculpture or two, When they hear one of her songs Or one of the thousand other things she loves to do They'll realize they saw her everyday and walked the same halls as her Maybe even shared a class or two with her Or maybe those won't be the things they realize Maybe they'll see that those long legs carried her out of the small town That everyone talks and dreams about leaving But never actually get the chance to It won't happen for two or three more years though It's okay It will just give you more time to learn my name And realize that apparently this girl that you judged solely based upon her looks is so much more than that
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
It's a Long Story
Apparently it's wrong for the girl in the leather jacket to be the most innocent in the room I don't mean she doesn't know bad things go bump in the night, and the day, and in every alley you look in I mean she still believes there is good in the world But apparently she can't think that Because society has said that because she wears a leather jacket and is six foot tall she can't be innocent What they don't know is the leather jacket is her coat of arms against the big bad world It's the weapon that goes well with her height The height and black leather are quite the pair that become her But society also thinks that leather is synonymous with bad and bad must mean she's a liar But the thing is she doesn't lie that often, only once in a blue moon But they don't believe that to be true Because apparently it's a lie too Maybe this time it's not the leather Maybe it's the makeup she wears everyday Because that must be hiding something It has to be a disguise But the only thing it hides is a cup In an ocean of her insecurities So instead it might be her heavily eyelined eyes The ones where she uses eyeshadow to shadow some of the storm in her eyes Because people are afraid of the shadow of a storm they still see She's found that they love it too though People often love to stare at things they think are dangerous and beautiful The kicker is the dangerous part People stay away from that, whether it's really dangerous or not So they stare and they talk behind her back She knows this because people have told her Weird thing is that she hasn't heard anything hurtful about her Maybe it's okay though Because momma always said children are to be seen and not heard And I guess that's true because I haven't really been heard in a long time Maybe it's all okay though Maybe one of these days they'll recognize her name when they come across it in their magazine or news feed or whatever else they're reading Maybe people will finally realize that everything about her is so much more than a leather jacket, her height, stormy-blue eyes, and blonde hair Maybe they'll find out once and for all that blondes are smart too They might discover this when they read one of her poems, or books, Hear one of her quotes, See one of her paintings or drawings, Maybe even a sculpture or two, When they hear one of her songs Or one of the thousand other things she loves to do They'll realize they saw her everyday and walked the same halls as her Maybe even shared a class or two with her Or maybe those won't be the things they realize Maybe they'll see that those long legs carried her out of the small town That everyone talks and dreams about leaving But never actually get the chance to It won't happen for two or three more years though It's okay It will just give you more time to learn my name And realize that apparently this girl that you judged solely based upon her looks is so much more than that
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