Daddy's Girl, Gone?My first night home, In three and a half weeks. The look of surprise and shock On my father's face As I plate up for dinner.Daddy's Girl, Gone?
Like it's been years. Like I'm a stranger.
Dinner time conversation, Empty and meaningless Eyes making me feel like I'm standing naked
Before the gates on judgement day.
I don't know what to say. I just push the food around my plate.
I make it through unscathed, But the awkwardness remains As I gather plates in the sink And wash them under steaming water Without needing to be asked. &n
Angry Citizen Speaks OutI am strong when i stand before you, you gazing into my eyes. But the moment you turn your back i break.Angry Citizen Speaks Out
The truth that i hide may surprise you or confuse you. But know that i have never been "okay" - - - I'm tired as fuck doing the 9 to 5 scene and its tearing me down living my life from pay check to pay check - i'm strung out sucking down cigarettes piling high in the tray buying pack after pack just to get by - i'm lonely as hell, left high and dry by friends with plans and i've got no one to blame but myself. - &n
Fighting for IdentityAhh, the benevolence of being unaware, Almost in a comatose state, unconsious to the Vivid world that surrounds. The Horrors we engender, with disregard To the hopes and epiphanies of the young, The individual expressionism of life. Confluxes of dullness all grey and white Swaddling our mouths and eyes, Leaving our muffled protests to gurgle from Between the burdensome weight of the cloth that binds us. Our arms reach out like open fiddleheads grabbing at identity, But close as they extinguish our hearts' fires when we die at our bedsteads. Trying to fight theFighting for Identity
BurnedFour years of hiding, 1460 days of looking over my shoulder, and a lifetime of fear. Today I watched men in the church being burned. Men I had once danced with, men I worshiped along side, men I had called my lovers. Their sins have cost them their lives, the same sin will soon be the death of me as well.Burned
I walked on the narrow path covered in the golds and reds of the fallen leaves, and deep greens of the ivy. Each breath I take reminds my lungs of the harsh season to come. Pity how quick the fall had come and gone, tonight the first snow of winter would appear. Tonight they will come for me, the people of God. And the snow will
"temporary" writer's block is kicking my
Sadness
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Everyone has a right to be stupid, but your abusing the privilege!
Yay!
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"Professionalism" is sharing a scene with a zombie crow
*returns random poke*
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~gotta give it your all~
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"Professionalism" is sharing a scene with a zombie crow
ahhh the madness!!!!!
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~gotta give it your all~
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"Professionalism" is sharing a scene with a zombie crow
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