Should Never HappenYour eyes, lidded. Heavy with guilt. The retorts, each aimed at opening an old wound. The raised voices, the silent sentiments, the little gestures, the hidden meanings. A touch there, your hand on my shoulder. Even when we fought, you loved me. You don't anymore. Now,Should Never Happen
it's your hand ojn her shoulder. You dumped me. Things like this, should never happen.
Untitled 1- old poemDrops on the floor, Blood. Cuts on my wrist, Proof. What have I done? What drove me, To ultimate desperation? The room sways, I grow dizzy. I am alive, Barely. Silent screams, No one can help me now. Reach for the phone in vain. They'll find me tomorrow.Untitled 1- old poem
CryCry. Blue tears. For the life you never lived For the things you never did. For the friends you left behind. Why. That one little cut, Deprived you of everything. What drove you, to take the ultimate plunge? To jump willingly into death's cold waters? Leaving behind, stricken hearts. Now you're a memory, truly never to be forgotten.Cry
Strength Comes In NumbersRacism. Its still there Blazing as ever. Funny. How Caucasians “find” While African-Americans “loot" When will the world, Put aside the pigment in someone's skin, and focus on morality and personality? Its an idealist's dream. But there's no harm in trying. Don't dream. Don't live ignorantly. Don't pretend that its not true. Take action. Strength comes in numbers.Strength Comes In Numbers
my fallen angelMy fallen angelmy fallen angel
Oh my fallen angel, full of grace What crafty eyes on a flawless face A perfect mouth, a tongue that lies Your saintly look is just disguise And all that glitters is not gold; Your tarnished halo is long since sold Your tricks and charms no longer hide The human stain that lurks inside
if I called youYour skin is like cat-flaps, I tug on scar tissue, spluttering chewed up adjectives all over. You did not believe me when I said 'you are a camera snapping shut, your flash is too closeif I called you
to my iris and I choke on the slouch in your stare'
You thought you were more of a photo album, an open book with a spine that arches when I kiss your happy endings then slap you shut, because I care about things like the colour of your finger tips and when you do not have time for dinner.
If I told you that you push yourself between my eyelashes at night and leave red footprints
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J.B. Lewis
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"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." (Proverbs 3:5-6)
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Love, Life and Lemings!
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Love, Life and Lemings!
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Love, Life and Lemings!
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Love, Life and Lemings!
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Because the statistics are debateble, if you don't do pot and never have/will, just paste this nonstatistic statistic into your signature. If you are a loser, parody it instead.
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