More girls have been killed in the last FIFTY years, precisely because they were...– Nicholas Kristof, Half the Sky Read that AGAIN. (via kateoplis)
Glorifying the fake
The king is dead No royalty is left Full of posers Heartless impostors. Passion is dead They just crave Tons of money And the fame. Real art is dead Where did artists went? Is there no one left? They’re all dead.
Real men use fists.
Real men use fists Stand up strong and still Worthy of the honour Battle wounds gives. No need of a gun Or the use of bombs Strength lies within the heart And power is being smart. They will never start a war Cause if they fight Is to fight for their rights Cause freedom isn’t free That’s why Real men use fists.
Blankets: In Response to "I refuse to let test... →
monotonousmelancholy: We don’t want a system to rule our lives but we are afraid of anarchy because of its overwhelming responsibility. We complain about being judged unjustly but judge the judgement of these tests “judiciously”. The fruit of chaos is unquenchably sweet and it is only our reason that keeps…
Ironically, I once begged and cried Cause I wanted to get in Be one of the few fits Fought for myself. Fought to stay in line Never lose sight Wanted more than nice Aiming for greatness Not looking at hesitation Battle wounds of frustration. Ironically, Now I beg an cry Cause I want to get out I no longer want this stuff A warrior comes alive Standing tall and alone But this is...
theshirelock: if artistic people are forced to take years of math and science then why don’t sciencey people have to take art and music classes fuck you, bitches! I don’t hate science, but I think is unfair.
My intelligence became a sin Words became my cell And creativity a jail. Beauty became a monster My duality a horrible cancer And ideas a form of hell. Individuality became a curse Virtues became flaws Being gifted is a sentence Then greatness is a crime.
No, I don’t want to talk. No, I dislike you. No, I won’t respect you You don’t respect me So …Neither do I No, you won’t be my father I won’t be your daughter Not anymore. Forget about me Cause I’m going away And erase you too. Don’t say it! You never believed me You never had faith Therefore, stay away I’m disappointed of you...
Who are you to judge? Who are you to say that it’s wrong? Have you ever been there? Can’t you look further? Can you really say you know her? Even if you say is deception It’s her decision And she used her reason Say it’s sinful But really, Mind your own business.
I saw you in a dream It was so strange Cause I saw your face And it felt so real You always blew me away Even in real life You caught my sight Took my heart and sigh Makes me feel so high But I only saw you that night I wish I could hold you tight And if you’re ever with me I hope I’m not waking from a dream. (I made this poem while I was trying to sleep and I was...
“Can’t do it!” I scream and shout Nerves are so loud Anxiety it’s around “I can’t, I can’t!” Pressure pumps through me Numb, that’s what I feel A headache, a headache! What a bad performance Everything is wrong They’ll call you dumb You’ll be a shame I just need space Air! I just want air! Just some more time! I think...
There's no hell like home
There is no place I hate more Than my home, If it’s even a home, Cause there’s no love I feel no support I’ll never come back Got all my bags. I’m not gonna stop Leaving forever, Felt like I was whatever But this is my time to fly. You can beg an cry All you please and want But this life is mine You have no daughter now. Told you one hundred times “There’s no hell like home” But...