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Drip Drip Drip We take another life When we take a position of power And ignore the worldly strife. Protesters are dying And the enemies grow stronger As we focus on social media And push it away a little longer. Drip Drip Drip The blood is pouring thicker As we ignore the truth Repercussions are
He wanders down the street with three jackets on his back. He pushes a rusted shopping cart overflowing with various things. He is not a trash man, he is only a collector of the lost and unloved. He sleeps in the alleyways and waits until the neighborhood has fallen asleep. In the bleak of the
She’s smiling at a fresh yellow ball of fur held down between her bicep and chubby hand. It’s belly is freshly shaven, with a bright blue tattoo to indicate it won’t bring home any unwanted guests. She wears a blue sundress atop a dull pink shirt. Her hair is golden and frazzled in the afternoon sunlight.
She nestles herself in the crook of my elbow, a rhythmic vibration ruffles her silky fur. The warmth seeps through my cotton jacket and into my gelid heart. Her tail jitters in anticipation as I gently push her off me. As I rise up she extends a paw onto my palm. Gently she grazes it
Ships lit ablaze on the coast of murky waters but a tank of bombs could not achieve this damage without the master’s hands.
I think about the internet and the ways it has swayed A societal view, our perception, of the way we live. It the Lord that has slaughtered the lamb, The lamb that would have become our way of life had it been nurtured, and loved, and I suppose it was indeed, at one point in
You’ve gotten me to fall once more in love with a man I had thought was lost permanently. Loss is a painful reminder of what once was and often times what can no longer be. So fortunate are we to have pulled so far away and yet are still able to push for brighter days,
I think often on your words. The ones that linger in the air and coexists amongst the breathable air, but still leaves a bitter taste. A taste that won’t kill but will leave a mark. A taste that will make you choke for a brief moment. A moment in which you realize you were never
I couldn’t wait until I was older When I could do all I was wanting But as an adult now that past Just seems like a haunting A phantom of the shell, The hollow person I became. All that I wanted then, Would never be the same. Toys don’t hold the same value To someone
Inside there’s a voice, One I try hard to silence When people tell me about All of the violence with the things they go though It whispers “I’ll try to set them free, But when will someone turn around And do the same thing for me? I keep trying to become The one that is
Sy Redemption 