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I sit in the darkness as I stare up at the moon above me. I hear your voice and know I will be okay. Even if anda are dead and gone anda are always with me. When I cry anda are with me. When I laugh anda are with me. When I dream anda are with me. When I can't find anda I get scared. But moments later anda there to hold my hand. Only I can see you. Your body may not be here but your spirit is with me. It feels as if anda have never gone. Now I feel much better because I know now anda can never be taken away from me again. I may die someday but don't worry because anda are with me.
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I cinta you"
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I cinta you"
Your words may stay trapped
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as anda simmer and cook.
anda give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
anda will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
anda are trapped,
anda are your own
enemy; your own life
anda have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now anda may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as anda simmer and cook.
anda give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
anda will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
anda are trapped,
anda are your own
enemy; your own life
anda have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now anda may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.
Phasing in
and phasing out
forgetting what
I originally sought.
warna blur
and meld together
I dance so close
beside the heather.
I'm on the edge
of oblivion
I can't trust
What I've been seeing.
The world whirs around
I can't see straight
can anda tell me
how I won this fate?
My thoughts
do vary from time to time
but they're always the same:
of my internal rhyme.
My life beats
to it's own accord
always repeating
it's crazy chord.
And so, to you
I'll depart my advice
perhaps to your life
it's good to add some spice.
-Starwarsfangirl
6/23/1
and phasing out
forgetting what
I originally sought.
warna blur
and meld together
I dance so close
beside the heather.
I'm on the edge
of oblivion
I can't trust
What I've been seeing.
The world whirs around
I can't see straight
can anda tell me
how I won this fate?
My thoughts
do vary from time to time
but they're always the same:
of my internal rhyme.
My life beats
to it's own accord
always repeating
it's crazy chord.
And so, to you
I'll depart my advice
perhaps to your life
it's good to add some spice.
-Starwarsfangirl
6/23/1
Every four years the two-headed monster rises from its pit, and we have a choice between this head atau that. Their party line separation is a phantasm haunting reason. It's a choice between this diseased hand atau that diseased hand. We are criminals who defy law. They are criminals who defy freedom. Endless heads of a bureaucratic hydra, and so the smiling wounds we draw across each neck. While they lounge in the decadence of their capitols and dream up new rules of social conduct, we shall sink a pisau in every Caesar, we shall aim our rifles and api at every president, every senator, every statesman. Wake up. There won't be any change. In the sewer of capitalism, only the scum will rise.
