The lull of a restless night relieves my senses It's monotone silence maintains my breath The cold night breeze enters through an open window It whispers soft tunes and attempts to put me to sleep The humming of an exhausted laptop helps me decompress It distracts me from overthinking and blocks out my stress As the night goes on it starts to rain It comforts my senses and cleanses my pain This time-worn house cracks and creaks It talks of troubled times and how it came to be This place I call home proves i’m never alone And it's always there to support me
My best friend is insanely gorgeous. However she refrains from seeing it. So I try to remind her everyday. She always finds a way to brighten my mood, Even when I'm crying; she helps me pull through. She's strong, and knows how to move on. But for some reason, she stays by my side. Through the fights, and the distance. I don't think she knows how much I appreciate her existence.
Lying here reminiscing about the time we had, you made me smile, and my heart fluttered in my chest. Thinking how nobody can make me laugh anymore. But imagining about the past never helps; or the constant daydreams of death, I keep to myself. I’m so restless from wrestling with these thoughts in my head. Strong, loud, and piercing; paralyzing me to my bed. I’m busy listening to the soothing whispers, that all want me dead. Looking for the coast to be clear, so I don't have to be fake again. Since the mumblings remain, to sting and heighten all the pain. I try and write out the disturbing sounds, to keep them at bay, waiting for the right moment to come, when I can drain my brain.
I drink pink grapefruit flavored drinks my face smells like the citrus when I lose things and people I change my hair it helps me cope with the idea that I can never finish a stick of lip balm and most of the people I've known only yield disappointment no one is at fault here but the blame is usually pushed into my intestines and I spend five days throwing up I used to be afraid that I would never see the entire world now I'm afraid I'll never spend enough time in a place I can call home every morning the smell of grapefruit grows stronger
WE LISTEN TO THE SOUND THAT MAKES US JOYFUL. DAZZLING LIGHT KEEPS OUR DAY TO REMEMBER CLOCK. IT ALSO HELPS TO ANALYSE OUR EVERGREEN DREAMS. SOCIETY OF HUMAN NEVER HELPED ANYONE TO UNLOCK THE DOOR. IT HANGED THEIR FUTURE ON THE SHOULDER OF THE “STRANGER”. ONE DAY EACH LEAF WILL BECOME DRY AND TIRED OF ******* FATE. ONLY THE TREE OF LIFE CAN RELEASE THE RESPECT, WE RECEIVE ONLY TEXT.
St Expedite, you're laid to rest when we are at the final end run through me bridge you've built now lay in pieces move me toward peace!
Who knows more than you one wish of commandments can we choose differently by the time you read this I can see you and if in the same moment I can feel I will truly genuflect and I will objectify my belief that I will in the same time be true and the object I seek to work worship never never truly expires!
And I know you would stand up in the minute six feet under and say, "your wish is granted!" what armor is light?
Be my guide carry me through the pain orient me alone as with others so I won't refuse anyone provide me with what creates, shepherd who listens pass all that onto me so I can stand as you and inherit and by the still waters welcomes to sit joining these bricks by bricks inside me venerations without resistance!
With your red cloak whose militant quick action chose death and made life come together immortal eternal spirit help my body temple help the object of worship whom helps find me on my way back from the villa on the hill of illusion forgets the intelligence of the world is all that artifice Yesterday and Today with Tomorrow All is here in His Presence!
St. Expedite , Today is for you. I burn this white candle St. Expedite, Today is for what you wanted that this everyday not be the second, make first what I wish: never another day be wasted.
You Do know why you came for this and agree with what I ask for. All there is is this to know directly this is your power skyward!
And I DO know this much granting wishes only works when you're here. I know you. and you can help me. Out of Love, You're the selfless warrior.
I call on you St Expedite your name to be known induced again and again with Godspeed I make no mistake who raised up what brings no shame Saint Expedite lights this flame!
i must give you a full physical exam to fully grasp my prognosis and plan of treatment for you... dont be afraid i feel confident, no need to debate i can satisfy and gratify your pre-dic-ament in the richest succulent
as a specialist, to some degree my healing hands work expertly but to receive full and complete treatment you must partake my honey rather frequent for a better plan of action i require a full body transfusion a chemical mixture of center fuses a delicate blending of our juices this may require several procedures over time it provides many features healing properties of your most vital ***** however worth it, even if, it cost a fortune to this a can guarantee success but first you must fully undress
i work with energy transference your help required for successful convergence of the best possible results between two consenting adults
bartering is certainly a viable option for your long term medical condition providing equal services for each other helps maintain balance to one another
Hehehe. For my muse, I bit of fun playing doctor after a rough Monday, possibly a treat Tuesday morning for those halfway around the world. So many patients, so little time Oh good gracious, it's only a rhyme https://youtu.be/NQ7WyP_qCZk
imagine an underground network of rapists preying on tourist & local girls; having an agreement w/ the pimps & cops [same]; the tourist guides leading the ladies of all types, mostly young, ****** & white - blonde is better; local girls hitting puberty, getting dragged into the den at twelve get a choice, if they live; the dens filled w/ liquor & drugs; partying a little or just jumping her, dragging her to the open floor;
she wakes up *****, thankfully not dead, her purse nearby; she goes to meet her new Desi bf at the bazaar where he introduces her to his friends; that night the same thing happens; it happens for a week then a month, then she helps the gang get other girls into it;
it goes on all summer, & on into another summer, the winter filled w/ hot springs & expensive dates on the paved side of the street; Bollywood stars in American cars paying her **** who pays her coyote who pays the cop to get her to Europe on a tourist visa to work an exclusive Parisian Brothel
Stand on graves and cast out the helpless. They arrive in waves to the illusion of hope. A 'caravan' of people, All begging for freedom, But fear not, They shall be murdered for they are evil.
How can they expect asylum, safety & security, from a land built on death? Where those in power face no scrutiny. Where an orange haired buffoon can thrive & prosper, But mothers & fathers cannot afford a doctor.
Yet still these people come here seeking a better life and how dare they do? With hands calloused from hard work, hearts filled with grief, spirits filled with belief; Don’t they know?
This is a land built out of the flesh of martyrs, On a charter that helps oppress its own population, A country that thrives off devastation.
The flaw in me. The flaw in you. The difference, the flaw. The flaw in you, do I see in me? The flaw. What I see in me I have yet to except. Is that why I can’t see past the flaw in you? So easy to point out in you but so hard to see within. Your flaw that sometimes helps me accept my flaw.
I'm learning Learning to be human To color in the lines To not be my emotional centered self To be like the rest No multy colored leggings No braids in the middle of my head No me No you Plain blue jeans
No one seems to be able to change my crazy
I sit still in anticipation of another try
I sit with a satisfied mind of who I am meant to be
We live to eat, love, clean and work so one day we can die A busy life style is where we strive The spider runs from the broom only to see me, a human being He stared at me waiting for fate He knew I was meant to destroy his dark little body Still and calmness as he waited I sat next to him My hand wouldn’t cooperate He is nothing but beauty in a world that only sees his **** A voice told me, “He helps. It is your obligation to repay his generosity.” My eyes welled up with humility I felt a part of his unimportant soul was me I thanked him as I let him go