I've been dancing alone to the records you didn't like.
I've been eating foods you wouldn't allow into our home.
I've been wearing colours you thought didn't work for my complexion.
I've been wearing red lipstick and I stain all the glasses filled with the drinks you thought tasted too sweet.
I've been so much better since I've left you.
I'm funnier, I'm sexier and I'm glowing.
I've been smiling, laughing and cumming.
Happy looks good on me.
How horrible it is to live in a world where two hearts can be connected and yet so far apart
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It's a "barely surviving" day
I find happiness
In the little pieces of self
That I've spared
I am simply allowing time
To carry me
Till I can hide from the world
Safely under covers
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The thing we enjoy gets enjoyed tears of joy crys from the voice cry for the voice cry for the boys we work hard employed unemployed still the police we gotta avoid walking home paranoid was taught about the birds and bees and blacks and the police since a lil boy now it’s my job to employ what I learned as my youth never sugarcoat to the youth even the youth knows how to shoot you out there playing duck duck goose someone a lil bit older than you can kill you I try to block the memories in my rear view use my eyes and ears too things we never taught in school it’s a bigger issue they block the attention to detail make us focus on the bigger picture well I can’t cause all I see is a dying family member who’s gonna remember cold hearts colder than the month of November December came out the womb as an resister and a sinner I need knowledge for dinner I need wisdom for desert if I pass away I will always remain my mamas first family second God first I got my name out the dirt how do you heal the hurt? We been gifted we been curse we don’t walk away from death we flirt for better or for worse for worse till it gets better forever and ever life is full of riches everybody fighting for pleasures fighting for treasures we measure carpoolers sharpshooters tutors and abusers soul risers freedom fighters all nighters civil fighters eyewatchers full of desires full of liars expensive buyers wrong suppliers love is dryer death is higher we on fire world on fire
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Voice is what I listen for,
in music, poetry,
art, and life.
Voice is what draws me in,
and tells me how long
I should listen.
It can captivate,
I've been moved
by the voices
I've heard truth in a stutter,
and lies in a perfectly polished poem--
I've seen people applaud
and run from the real.
Voice is the most
we can make.
It's the sound of birds
living inside a bedroom wall
and you asking if I am still awake,
and hoping I will answer.
What kind of me shall I wear today
the wardrobe, those hanging skins
coordinated sets of lips and eyes
no longer give me come-hither looks
extravagant, expensive, imported
explosions of recurring madness
lunacy robed in fragrance and lace
Call it age, wisdom or exhaustion
but I’d rather be naked
spinning easy and free
wrapped in nothing except
my own loving arms.
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YOUR HOME DOESN’T EXIST ANYMORE - A note
Hi, this is a sample from my WIP! As the name suggests, it’s a note. You are going to read it before reading anything story-related, so this might all be very confusing, but it has all the vibes(TM). Hope you enjoy this!
I fear that I will never have children, nor someone to leave my belongings with when I leave. It won’t be much, I know that. My biggest treasure is a notebook with a transparent cover, well-adorned with old stickers, whose pages were filled with doodles and words that I found interesting at the age of eleven. I am sure, absolutely even, that if my treasure is lost, I would return from the world of the dead to regret it, but I have my suspicions that it may come with me into the afterlife.
Besides the notebook, my only legacy will be the memories that the few that I knew will have of me. One day, I know this, it will all become a blur in the mind, a haunt, a mere impression. My face will lose its features, my name will be forgotten, and I will be reduced to “there was a girl that I met, once, but who died long ago”. After fifity years or so, there will be no one to remember what or who I was.
I trust that this will happen. Nothing of me will remain, because I will be free from this world. I will be freed from the bars made of bones and flesh. And I don’t believe this is a legacy. Legacies are left to someone, and this I leave not for a select group of people, but for all eternity. To you, I trust the memory of a House that I once had.
I love you, and I ask you to condemn my existence to nothing.
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The warmth of your body
The softness of your touch
The feeling of your hands down my bare back
And tracing circles on my thighs
I could stay in this moment for eternity.
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"She's dangerous, she'll kill you with smiles so damn beautiful that your heart will throb endlessly.. you'll die a thousand times before that smile stops being so timeless. A woman like this is dangerous, cause she makes you think, do, and say things unlike you have ever thought before.. a perfect angel in ways you can't even fathom. That makes her dangerous, this uncanny ability to make you feel things.. she is and she will always be dangerous cause she will make you fall not so gracefully, slipping on the tile and bumping into things like a school kid crush."
And the funny thing is, she's just right for me cause danger is my middle name - eUë
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the whole sky looks like a dying light
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Everyone tells you what to do and what’s good for you. They don’t want you to find your own answers. They want you to believe theirs.
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I’ll always remember that look on your face. You saw me. You’ve always seen me. And I think that’s all that anyone wants.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, The Inexplicable Logic of My Life
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So many things are possible just as long as you don’t know they’re impossible.
Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
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There was a mastery in his hands
As he painted and tasted his canvas
Her moans coming in an array colors
A rainbow of seduction and pleasure
Opening her petals and devouring
The lush fruits therein
She yielded to the artist as he captured
Her beauty again and again and again
But sometimes you make a choice in that moment and you know in your heart it’s going to change everything.
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It’s never too late to start over. If you weren’t happy with yesterday try something different today. Don’t stay stuck.
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My first attempt at collage with an excerpt/quote from one of my own pieces.
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I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.
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