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You're too prideful
To lend a solution,
Even if I were to
Cry to you my story:
Would you care enough
To listen to your
Own words,
And end it?
To lend a solution,
Even if I were to
Cry to you my story:
Would you care enough
To listen to your
Own words,
And end it?
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Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
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A friend of mine was kicked in the face for being gay, but the incident was not defined as bullying... If I told my school about the day I was choked, would they even care? Would they think I overthought a memory that nearly lead to SUICIDE? Probably. Maybe I should have done it, and something WOULD FINALLY BE DONE.
HOW MANY MORE LIVES NEED TO BE HURT AND/OR LOST BEFORE THE LEADERS WITH THE POWER TO MAKE CHANGE LISTEN TO US BEGGING VICTIMS? ...Why do those leaders prevent the victims from trying to make change?
HOW MANY MORE LIVES NEED TO BE HURT AND/OR LOST BEFORE THE LEADERS WITH THE POWER TO MAKE CHANGE LISTEN TO US BEGGING VICTIMS? ...Why do those leaders prevent the victims from trying to make change?
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This is why I hate people. if they see a need for change (which is rarely) they just sit there and don't even bother to do anything about it. Don't worry, we shall have our vengeance some day.