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F orbidden and shunned, or E mbraced and acted upon. T roilism to vampirism. I nfinite ways to inspire jism. S ome resort to blocking, some H ang it out like washing.
WORDSuponTHEpage They've been written there For an AGE They s p r e a d out for you to see They are there for you and me Words written down for you With the words, what do you do. Read....
Put your pen to paper, Be the inspiration maker, Help me in my quest, To put societies ignorances to the test, What I need you all to do, Is write about disabilities and your view, Or the...
My funeral was a dull affair, they put my ashes in a cup No one was more surprised than me, that instead of going down I went up I treated life without a care, I died like Elvis on the bog So here I...
#acrostic #disabilityaware D o you know how it feels when people stare. I get it wherever I go, everywhere S top and ask yourself, how does that make me feel.
After reading last night's words I'm not trying to start it again I'm just asking for peace and love, For us all to pick up our pens And write wonderful things and imaginings Which enlighten, make...
#IncludescontroversialAlbumTitles #PunkBoys18+?thinknotbutfairwarning #thisversecontainslotsofBollox #JackhashissafetypininhisnosetodaybutdontworryitsFluffyandPink Punk words; Bollox and...
Today, there seems to be some tempest brewing over yonder- perhaps it's only a dust devil on the horizon, it's course 'yet unclear.
Writing because I have no voice. Fighting my battles with my weapon of choice. Using my words but not using my mouth. I'm louder I find, with my words WRITTEN out.
I shall tell you a short story, A story that is short, A brief moment of wonder, A single amazing thought. A story so short, In a life so long, But are they forgotten.
They don't know my secret How I lay awake at night, but why. Why. Why. Why do I try. Sleep do I.
A is for always, you and me, B is for believing our love was meant to be. C is for Cupid, without him we'd be apart, D is for dreaming and trusting my heart.
{accidentally deleted it earlier...} On the ice it's like I fly, On a freezing, glacial sky, With feet like wings I glide a loop, Every stroke, a languid swoop.
My hope is red. Like a beating heart. On top of a volcano. Like the sweets in a bag. Melting on your tongue. Like the dress you wore. Under a scarlet lunar eclipse. Like the lipstick on my collar.
And dawn comes, and here is Light. Light is beautiful, in every way. And light comes, and here is Day. Day is beautiful in glorious sunrise,. And day comes, and here is Life.
#acrostic #loveandhate. Longer Lasting Love. Only abOve we tOuch. Viewed Viable eVil in people. EveryonE dying Enough. Let's put an end to the rough and fashion out the smooth. Holding Him tigHtly.
#acrostic challenge. [L]ove is Eliza & Jack,. [O]ur hearts in beautiful collision,. [V]iolently silent, lost in fusion,. [E]lementally combined. [A]lways and forever, I shall.
There was a wee girl called Able, Who was very slow at her Tables, Her teacher said: 'What's 6 times 3', She replied: 'Ah, yes, now that would be ??. Please Miss, I'd answer if I were able'.
18+ .. Btw this flicks from a view similar to mine; to a satirical viewpoint from perspective of others.. And some places in between, but on the whole it's rambling nonsense....
#acrostic #loveandhate Lasting we're mastering Opuss and its love, like a Viewed message from above Enough with this hate How can we relate when All we do is infuriate The message is clear...
#acrostic H e irritates me so much. A nd I hate his sickly touch T o know him right there, is E xactly hard to bare. A nd I bring myself to smile N ow seen from a mile, and all D own to him ...
''Rights for hair, rights for hair. Freedom from this torture, This is far from fair. WE WANT RIGHTS FOR HAIR. We will not abide anymore, We won't do as we're told.
The sky was so blue I looked up and saw you Your eyes that shine And whisper "you're mine" It was like breathing new air Because you were there I smiled at the sky Now wondering...
There's a girl with wild red hair. She wants me there. And I'll go, oh, I shall go. I'll ascend the cliff face stair. And privately she will sing to me. Of pieces and of cities.