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What My Mother Taught MeMy aunties taught me how to laugh, and how to style my hair, My cousins taught me how to tell the stories that I share. My grandma taught me etiquette, and how to make small talk. My nana showed me how to win, and how to walk the walk. My teachers taught me freedom, and my neighbors diversified, My best friends taught me friendship, and that it's okay to cry. But most of all my mother taught me how to dream and yearn, She showed me how to live and hope,What My Mother Taught Me
and she taught me how to learn.


Things I Shouldn't SayCut me out, tear me down, veil and then en-cloak me, stuff me back, shut me in, Cover and inrobe me, Pull me through, then push me out, steal me then desert me, shut your eyes, but open wide, and never then behold me, take my voice then hear me shout, but never listen to me, beat me down, remove my life, but woman I shall still be.Things I Shouldn't Say


I'm SorryI don't care what they say, I wouldn't care to stay, but I wonder how the day Goes on for you anyway.I'm Sorry
I often sit on the shore Thinking how you wanted more and I wonder what for now that's over.
Though the weeks fly by
like useless empty time It's numbed me out like wine can't feel a thing inside.
I'm sorry for the things i said led you on then left you dead must've been touched in the head I deserve worse instead.
I never meant to cause pain but so i did again I never meant to aim
for your heart. &nb


See This Angel?See this angel's broken wing? See this starling try to sing? There's no way he'll heal alone But I'd hurt his pride to take him home.See This Angel?
What can I do but sit and watch? What can I do but try to catch him when he finally falls? But he just ignores my calls.
I'd stop his longing if I could, If only he could see I would, I'd follow him through day and dark, in case he ever starts to drop.
See this hawk, he tries to fly? See him try to touch the sky? And I know that I've done all I can, So I'll stay 'till he decides to land.
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UntitledYoure my rainy day My rainy grey day Making all the color bloom The steady drum of my soul Always constant The music to my notes The tears to my happiness Perfect and joyful Youre my sunny day You make me smile So big that I cant smile any bigger You keep me warm The brush of your rays on my skin Its my own little piece of heaven You are my snowy day Wrapping me up in your crystal arms Hugging me tight Close to you The silence between us Need not be broken I am content You are my starry night &nUntitled


We are so wrong...Lets think seriously for a second. This is not a poem, more of a statement... Now we are so advanced. But have we gone out of favor with God because of this? Just think. Imagine what he was thinking at the beginning of free thinking. I mean, the majority of people don't believe in him. More or less worship him. The only time people sing his praises are when they have to. We are losing more Christians every day. While gaining luxuries, we lose what is really important. So sing his praises for real for once. If you don't feel the connection, then go to hell. Because heavenWe are so wrong...
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Live not to regret, but regret having not lived.
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creepy woman,walking down the street,
creepy woman,looks and smells like shit...
peace,love and all that shit..
~HRclub
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I am cute, in a bad-batch-of-LSD kind of way.
Can I have a free comission?
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Live not to regret, but regret having not lived.
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I am cute, in a bad-batch-of-LSD kind of way.
Can I have a free comission?
Check me out![link]
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DyingBambooPlant (4:58:21 PM): your life is a combination of brokeback mountain, shoujo manga, and an asian man watching very cheap porn
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If you don't want to love me... I'd rather you hate me...
thanx a lot for
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creepy woman,walking down the street,
creepy woman,looks and smells like shit...
peace,love and all that shit..
~HRclub
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