May 2013
46 posts
“More girls have been killed in the last FIFTY years, precisely because they were...”
– Nicholas Kristof, Half the Sky
Read that AGAIN.
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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.
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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…
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Irony
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.
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Non-virtuous virtues
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.
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No.
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...
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Judged
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.
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Dream
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...
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Frustration
“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...
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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...
April 2013
57 posts
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