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‘so i looked for images on clearing the jungle’ , said the bear

sadly.



‘it is where we live, then they mow it down, with

no regard, just bulldozers’



yes.



‘so where will i live now?’



i watched him curl up.
He skips the candy, cant have no birthday cake
monitors his glucose for his own sake
He's got more rules than he deserves and it ain't fair
tells me I'm still pretty with my grey hair

He's got a laugh, feels like north carolina sun
he pushes through even when the day is a heavy one
his roof might leak when the clouds roll through
But he still says, “Nic, Hey, how are you?”

and I don't know how he stays so kind
With all the problems and **** on his mind
can’t touch sugar, not too much
But he’s sweet with every word and I do crave his touch
sends me his chill vibe music and it makes me feel whole

He’s sugar to me, sugar to my soul
He's Sugar to my soul
Sugar to my soul
sugar to my soul
He's sugar
and I want the spikes

His family treats him like he's so small
But he still stands almost ten feet tall
He gives and gives to them and then gives some more
washes their dishes when his feet are sore

He talks like someone who believes
Even though I know he's only known deceit
He doesn’t ask me for sympathy
Just someone to see what he sees
and I see it
Oh I feel it
and he pours over me like honey

He's sugar to me
Sugar to my soul
sugar to my soul
He's sugar
and I want the spikes

He can’t eat sugar, not a lot
But he gives me all the sweet he’s got
And when the night feels dark and cold
He’s sugar, sugar to my soul
Yeah, he’s sugar to my soul
and I want the spikes

sugar to my soul
and it wont be too much for me
no sugar limit for me
he's sugar to my soul
Sugar, ohhhh
yeah
sugar to my soul
He's sooo sweet
he's so sweet to me
kevin 11m
To what rights does a decision on anothers house purpose?

At which length is the decision of anothers plight a weighted scale?

That an america is homeless and ripe for the picking of worth?

Or as to why any lend voice to cause of  
Life without a home.
when we hopefully, simply, by living
and by loving and laughing enough
can outgrow all the mindsets we’ve been in
then the bellow within us can’t huff

when we hopefully, simply, by living
and by matching the patience of Time
can unlearn even one single pattern
then the bellow within us subsides

when we hopefully, simply, by living
and by welcoming change like a breeze
can begin to adore every human
then the bellow within us is free
the bellow within us is real. #eloquence
lorelei 29m
my fears follow me like shadows
only a step behind
quiet, ever-present
always tethered to my mind

even when night prepares for its slumber
and the light begins to wane,
they dwell beneath my ribs
pounding with relentless pain

they grow in the dark
not through form—but by weight
and not even the rise of morning light
can free me from my haunted state
how do we escape the shadows in the dark
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