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Historically illegal. Presently Fabulous! -D.L.
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
Sexuality
Marble walls tainted blue, crying tears of rain. Marble sculpture crying rains and years of pain. Wasn't shattered because I was made too hard by the pain. Shattered. Finally broken apart. Freed. Finally knocked down the bars of iron and cards. Not confused anymore. Through the shattered glass I can finally see more. What was once a fogged view, what was once a mirage of what's true. It's mine. Finally mine. My heart rejoiced. My soul raises high it's voice, it's praises to the one true King. No longer a melancholy song sang, but now a song lost. I look forward to that day. Where I am with you God. Save me from this world, this body. Break me and build me up. Marble walls tainted blue, no longer there, just me and you.
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
Freed
Fear, please don't embrace me. Please don't come chasing after me. Please don't. Fear, please don't stop me. Please don't make me to be afraid to even worship God... Worthlessness, please don't replace my mirror. Please don't take away my identity, the truth I hold onto. Uselessness, please don't come and be my secretary. Please don't be my frequent notifications on my phone, on my heart. Unloving, please don't come and replace my heart. Please don't keep captives my thoughts, my words, my actions. No. I am not asking. I am telling you. To leave.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
Leave
We call ourselves the reckless youth Trying to figure out where we are and where we’re planning on going With lyrics tucked under our tongues that say more than our voices ever will Where sleepless nights cause purple crescents to appear under our eyes And replay words from past days through and through our heads ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth Looking at the world through maroon eyes With empty alcohol bottles that we clench onto with our warm sticky palms And the sheet-ropes we make to climb out of the windows at 3 in the morning Dealing with the voices and uncertainties of tomorrow Wondering whether we will wake up inside of our beds smelling of lavender Or in a field sprawled out among other teenage bodies reeking of beer ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth With the memories of Christmas lights that are over-expired That brought kisses that won't mean a thing to anyone as morning brings massive headaches Because worthless kisses are now more valuable to us Then the ones our parents now forget to give ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth Because our generation is made up of lost souls And scars that line the insides and outsides of our bodies The same scars that we hide behind smiles and stories that swim in our heads This is our disease and it is contagious Coming with the temptation of sneaking out to the flowers that grow around campfires And the reminiscences of lust still stuck to the grass like dew Ghosts of the lingering fingers that caressed the parts we’ve hidden from society ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth Our lives making up pages in a novel that consist of skinny jeans and over-sized sweatshirts Of the promise that we’ll see better days And the sun that is still trying to be shielded with broken sunglasses Tan lines from 7 am runs because the voices in our heads are way too loud ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth Addicted to computer screens and turning away only to measure our waists Ignoring the constant fire outside our door Deciding to stay inside a burning house instead of running to safety Here we continue to try and create something new A life of fantasy where there will be use of different flames To destroy all of the memories of reality Because we are misused Misjudged ***** We call ourselves reckless Not because we aren’t wise But because our wisdom comes in different forms Like the tidal waves of people crashing upon us Who tell us we are not good enough And the words that continue to build inside our bones Yet we know that these flowers braided in our hair Will forever be worth more than the diamonds that line their clothes ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth When the adults tell us no But we insist on saying yes Because it’s not that we are afraid of death We are afraid of living Here in this pace where we’ll be dead Far before we have the chance to live ***** And maybe we are wasting our time Though time is a luxury we cannot yet afford So we will continue to climb out windows Sneak through back doors Where we then strip our bodies of the loosely fitted clothes Quickly dipping our naked frames under the cold water Forgetting what has made us tired What made us upset Which come with the wilting petals of all the things we did wrong All the regrets we cannot take back ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth When we watch the black sky and its stars well past midnight And look for the familiar sight of home within the walls of our imagination Where reality slips into a blur of pink and orange clouds ***** We don’t call ourselves reckless Because we decided to escape reality, ourselves and society And blow out clouds of ***** air from deep within our lungs Or burn holes in our throats from fermentation We are the reckless youth Because we chose to be wise To be strong To be infinite
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Reckless- Revised
We call ourselves the reckless youth Trying to figure out where we are and where we’re planning on going With lyrics tucked under our tongues that say more than our voices ever will Where sleepless nights cause purple crescents to appear under our eyes And replay words from past days through and through our heads ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth Looking at the world through maroon eyes With empty alcohol bottles that we clench onto with our warm sticky palms And the sheet-ropes we make to climb out of the windows at 3 in the morning Dealing with the voices and uncertainties of tomorrow Wondering whether we will wake up inside of our beds smelling of lavender Or in a field sprawled out among other teenage bodies reeking of beer ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth With the memories of Christmas lights that are over-expired That brought kisses that won't mean a thing to anyone as morning brings massive headaches Because worthless kisses are now more valuable to us Then the ones our parents now forget to give ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth Because our generation is made up of lost souls And scars that line the insides and outsides of our bodies The same scars that we hide behind smiles and stories that swim in our heads This is our disease and it is contagious Coming with the temptation of sneaking out to the flowers that grow around campfires And the reminiscences of lust still stuck to the grass like dew Ghosts of the lingering fingers that caressed the parts we’ve hidden from society ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth Our lives making up pages in a novel that consist of skinny jeans and over-sized sweatshirts Of the promise that we’ll see better days And the sun that is still trying to be shielded with broken sunglasses Tan lines from 7 am runs because the voices in our heads are way too loud ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth Addicted to computer screens and turning away only to measure our waists Ignoring the constant fire outside our door Deciding to stay inside a burning house instead of running to safety Here we continue to try and create something new A life of fantasy where there will be use of different flames To destroy all of the memories of reality Because we are misused Misjudged ***** We call ourselves reckless Not because we aren’t wise But because our wisdom comes in different forms Like the tidal waves of people crashing upon us Who tell us we are not good enough And the words that continue to build inside our bones Yet we know that these flowers braided in our hair Will forever be worth more than the diamonds that line their clothes ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth When the adults tell us no But we insist on saying yes Because it’s not that we are afraid of death We are afraid of living Here in this pace where we’ll be dead Far before we have the chance to live ***** And maybe we are wasting our time Though time is a luxury we cannot yet afford So we will continue to climb out windows Sneak through back doors Where we then strip our bodies of the loosely fitted clothes Quickly dipping our naked frames under the cold water Forgetting what has made us tired What made us upset Which come with the wilting petals of all the things we did wrong All the regrets we cannot take back ***** We call ourselves the reckless youth When we watch the black sky and its stars well past midnight And look for the familiar sight of home within the walls of our imagination Where reality slips into a blur of pink and orange clouds ***** We don’t call ourselves reckless Because we decided to escape reality, ourselves and society And blow out clouds of ***** air from deep within our lungs Or burn holes in our throats from fermentation We are the reckless youth Because we chose to be wise To be strong To be infinite
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***We are from the same tree But our branches will never touch Because you are on the northwest side And I am on the southeast***
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Navigation
I hit the pavement so hard That even my bones bruised And now I look like an abused victim With patterns of black and blue Slowly turning green and yellow within time But little do you know That when you gripped my body for the first time You also threw me to the ground And my hands couldn't find the pavement before my body did So I was suspended in the air for a moment Trying to remember what it was like standing Before I fell for you
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
Pavement
**It's 3 am and I am still awake My body is surging with energy It's anticipating the moment where my fingers will trail across your burning skin It's anticipating the moment when my lips can graze over yours Softly biting your swollen lips Taking away all your worries Stealing the harsh **** you" away from them Because I know you've said that phrase far to many times tonight My body is awake And honestly it never sleeps Because it knows that at any moment It will be able to touch you again And steal you away from this reality**
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Anticipation
*I watch your lips Dancing around From the words you form I watch your eyes Gleam with excitement From the sights that they take in I watch myself From deep within Falling in love All over again*
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
Again
My body Is made of Strings of stems Linked together With budding flowers Emanating the Most wonderful scents It's made of Beauty Confidence And millions of Galaxies But this shell Is the only thing You can see And oh how I wish to show you The things that grow Within me Because then Maybe you'd show Me yours too And I might get A chance to discover The Blues and Blacks That make up the stars In your veins
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Discover
My words are only a whisper In your ear Yet my voice is coarse From screaming so loudly
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Whisper
Let me stand in the bed of your truck A bottle in my hands No shoes Or jacket And scream about Neverland Let my voice carry across the stars so that I can hear it tomorrow As I lay down for bed And I will remember this Forever
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Neverland
It was a clear shot to the chest And I felt myself falling Not in love with you Not out No I felt myself falling Into oblivion
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
Oblivion
I want to be there Next to you So your whispers And secrets Fill my ears So I can hug you Kiss away your tears
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
i want you
I am only a brick, My thoughts and emotions are set behind you. What I'll forever see, Do all that I can't.
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Brick Wall
She said she loves me ik its weird but im happy bout it she loves me!!!
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
She Does