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There was once a man who's hands were stained with oil
And at church he was taught of being kind,
How it's wrong that men are enslaved and toil
And that God frees all slaves in time.
But he wouldn't give to the poor
-And never found a reason to ask why,
Then he stole gold from the land as never before
And enslaved the lands peoples lives.
But there was once a man that aimed the slaves be set free,
He would speak out in order to save the slaves
And he'd fight for their victory
So that Africa's heart would be saved.
And never ever was the tree to have life again
Until Africa's heart was set free,
He must free the lands people then
From sea to shining sea.
And never ever would the spirits thrive again
Until he led her people to overcome,
Her children must be given life once again
Africa's children must be given our love.
 Nov 2014 TwistedTales
Trey Evans
Another drag. I’m half naked in the bathroom. Giggling as the blue dream reddens my eyes. There’s smoke everywhere. I’m alone. I’m content. My demons are away at the moment. There’s solace in the crowded air. My lungs are preoccupied as I cough repeatedly. My mom has no idea. She’d **** me. I have a job interview in the morning. the girl i like most is head over heels for some random guy with probably bigger junk than me. My giggle turns into a laugh. Who cares. Another drag.
written 11/21/14
 Nov 2014 TwistedTales
Kyra
I'm drowning senselessly
while you're falling in love endlessly  

Was it something I did
or was it something [she] said

What [changed] your mind
or was there something more to her than there was to me

I'm nothing special
and I hate calling myself fragile
but my weakness is [you] not loving me back

[And] here I lay in my bed
wondering if [I] could have done anything different
but there's nothing to solve in this head of mine

Because we don't meet eye to eye
and we [can't] go back now
Times have [change]
and so have [you]

I wish I can just go [back]
to when things were just normal
I'm made of nostalgia;
every part of me feels it.
just a requiem for performance.
sitting on the rooftop in the cold,
playing songs all the same
the time so bittersweet.
misery disspated with your touch
but I haven't felt you since last April.
untangling my thoughts in hopes
I'll find you in the silence or the smoke.
I don't want to wait;
I'd love to run away.
a promise changes everything
new rooftops to sit and watch the sunset,
nights to explore the rooms of our mind
opening old boxes, forgotten memories inside.
sometimes I fear my dreams fool me,
that it's not real love you're feeling.
the fact is you've given me the best nights
and I'm not ready for you to leave again.
please just stay with me this time
love doesn't need you to think.

November 26, 2014 11:26pm
- newportsmooths h.g.

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