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there is not such thing as coincidences; you met me for a reason &Ey;;'m gonna help you find it. We travel around like ants in a line; passing information. Do we receive it or just believe it? We don't even know; where to go. Time isn't even real, so why do we **** it? Killing time by being so blinded of what the world really is.. Instead of a world full of hate; why can't we just Love?
now &day;; a big *** is thicker than a head. Thing is; you're all brain dead! Your minds are programmed to hate, date &brea;;! Break hearts.. Following the next ***** like fly on ****. Why can't your mind be legit? Legitimately knowledgeable!! Think for yourself &stimulate; your minds, we are running out of time...
 Aug 2015 Theology
sad baby
eating myself to the point of being sick, just to do it again the next day
having the emotions bottle up to the point of explosions all over my body
staying up until 3 am and crying in the shower
looking at other's profile's and comparing myself to those with stuff i will never be able to have
having your "best" be considered another's failure
locking yourself in the washroom stall, because the anxiety and fear of being alone overwhelms you
needing to get high once a week to be able to feel normal again
to have days where getting out of bed isn't even an option
you just don't know what it feels like
 Aug 2015 Theology
sad baby
I want to die
and theres no where for me to hide
my family hates me
their biggest wish would have to be to erase me
i no longer have any friends
i couldn't have predicted that this would be the way for everything to end
one ******* mistake
another chance i didn't take
i'm left here drowning
without any frowning
i've been fighting alone
now there's simply nowhere left for me to go
suicide note?
with a target on their back; since birth, they struggle. With an egg washed school system, they struggle. How can one struggle so much &still; survive?
They killing you in broad daylight!!!!
Nothing has changed, since your ancestors. Standing up FOR YOURSELVES; not against yourselves is the only key! The only key to the struggle we accept.. From day to day!

UBUNTU  is the ONLY way!!
 Aug 2015 Theology
Cecil Miller
I will not call you my baby,
Until I can be your only baby.
You maneuver around a subject
With the litheness of a danseur.
Though I would like to love you,
If you would let me love you,
Loneliness has never been what drives me.
It is love to which I answer.
I can see the youthfulness,
And much more, for my sleuthfulness.
Are you seeking any other than me,
Who is eager to applaud as to centre stage you bound?
For just a while more, I wait for first frame.
It could be so grand to see how you move your frame.
I have wondered if your dance would be as spry
As the clever way you manage to avoid.
I wrote this in about ten minutes. I finished it just now, at 11:30pm.
I hope that this bit of poetry is as exciting as an enthralling ballet.
we welcomed you in &you; robbed us blind. From the knowledge to our actual person. How can you live with yourselves? You copy &say; you did it first! Why are you so scared? Why are you so threatened? We should've been scared of you; but, we never will be!

WE WELCOMED YOU IN;
Taught you everything we knew
&you; pay us in shackles!?!

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