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Sometimes life deals you berries,
And man, you have it made!
But sometimes you get lemons,
And must make lemonade...

I've been through a valley
Where seeds were there to sow,
Mountains are magestic,
But the valley's where you grow.


SoulSurvivor
The above does not contain totally
Original ideas, but I'm afraid I'm a bit
Rusty. I haven't been writing in some months.
I no longer have a smartphone to write
Online. I had to borrow this iPad.
I'm so sorry I had not tried harder to
Stay in touch, but I've been concentrating
On my music. I have songs that will be
Released on the 22nd of this month.
More news to come...  <3
what a beauty it is
a man wont bother to talk to you
apply that makeup and do your hair
you want that man to notice you
you are beautiful
does the man see that
no

you wear too much clothing
you dont wear enough
you shouldnt do it
you are beautiful

youll find one
be yourself
get up and get out
you are beautiful

what a beauty it is
 Jan 2015 TwistedTales
bucky
your eyes are not oceans
and you are not a natural disaster
you are manmade and you will topple
and i will be the one to topple you
because you are a literal bag of human ****
and if you think that telling me
that i deserve ****
will impress your fellow man friends,
you had better watch the **** out
because i am coming for you with a taser
and a buzzsaw
your mra t-shirts can't help you now,
****
love, a very angry feminist.
Look with your heart
Hear with your eyes
Speak with your soul
Listen with your mind
Help with your hands
Pay with your Love
Look past differences
Created by us
Conscience wants to speak
Give it a chance
We are all together
Let’s celebrate the diversity
Makes the Earth, colorful
 Jan 2015 TwistedTales
Renee
Music.
One little thing
keeps a while society going.
Little people trying to find a home,
finding solace in the notes
that dance through their ears.
Lose yourself slowly;
find yourself faster.
Music is a home.
A home for the broken,
A home for the happy.
A home for the scared,
A home for the fearless.
A home for I,
a place I'll never leave.
Music,
What awaits me in my heaven;
and keeps me going through my hell.
I see it in you
Don't give up on yourself
Bring your heart back from that dusty old shelf

You make me feel new
And I can see right past
The wall you have painted, it's made of glass

I'll help you pull through
I'm in love with your mind
Please let me in, let our thoughts intertwine

What I need to do
Is burn down your disguise
Don't be a part of your own self demise
first lines- 5 syllables
second lines- 6 syllables
third lines- 10 syllables
 Jan 2015 TwistedTales
Shylah S
When someone asks me
"Who inspires you?"

I think to myself
"What a silly question."

It is not only famous, accomplished people that inspire me,
which is what they would expect as an answer.

its
the stars
the grass
the boy who smiled
the mother picking up a hurt child
the leaves turning brilliant colours in the fall
the young woman who wasn't afraid to tell her story
the old man who felt the spark of persistence
the happiness of the simple pleasures
the smell of laundry
the living mud
the moon

The millions of great people not recognized for their outstanding feats,
but that's okay.

As one of my favourite authors put it when speaking about people who had drive, dreams, inspiration, and grit

**"Great men and great women--
Some famous,
most not..."
- The book where the quote is from is Dream by Susan V. Bosak. It is a picture book, but it's for any age, and tells a wonderful story.
God
I looked God in the eyes and I saw the fury
I saw the fire burning and I knew what was coming
I heard his voice boom but no words were coming out

God looked me in the eyes and he saw the indifference
He saw the light in my eyes diminish
along with the faith I had instilled in him

I looked God in the eyes and I saw the disappointment
I saw the ghost of tears he would have shed
if this was the first time I had failed him

God looked me in the eyes and he saw the fear
He saw me tremble with every breath he took
he heard my heart fail and start again

I looked God in the eyes and I spoke
I saw his expression change before I heard my words
"*******, you cannot fire me, I quit"

I took the sharp knife of his actions - or lack there of
and I slit my throat with trembling hands

I looked God in the eyes and I watched him laugh
He spoke words that shook my bones
I felt my heart begin to beat again

"My dear child, you cannot quit, only I decide who begins and finishes,
and right now is not your time"
uhm?
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