Bull in the China shopI don't know if finding someoneis an option for me.Like the bull in a china shopI was meant to bewith no one.Because I break them,others' beautiful core -no more I want to see red:color of blood and love.
SerenadeHow long will it takefor me to hear the song you madeto hear those rhymes againand lines, yes, the ones you composedThey were like lettersaddressed to mePost scripts shyly telling:"I love you"And the lines weredressed with a melodylike smooth waves.
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This is my phone....This is my phone,there's many like it, but this one is mine, my phone is my best friend, it is my life, I must master it as I master my life. Without me it is useless, without my phone I am uselessI will dial my phone trueI must text faster than my brethrenwho is trying to contact me, I must text them before they text me....I will. My phone and myself know what counts in society is not the data we receiveNot the tweets we get, The reblogs on tumblr, nor the likes on facebook.Knowing the message is sent that counts.We will sendMy phone is human, even as I, because it is my lifeThus I learn it as a brother, learn its glitches, the specs, its cameras, the download and upload speeds. I will ever guard it against weather and damageI will keep my screen clean and fingerprint freeAs I am clean and fingerprint free We will become part of each other. We will...Before my family I make this promiseMy phone and myself are free to do as w
APH-Born from ashesWe are born from ashesFrom WarsAnd HatredAnd HopeAnd Trust.Feed by deathsWatered by bloodBlood of wars and our childrenDeaths of whose who foughtAnd livedAnd lovedAnd trust in usIn their peopleIn their countryIn me, their Nation.Raised by humansNot being one of them.But it doesn't matterI am their leaderI am their childThey lived for meAnd I am theirs.Their lives.Their dreams.Their wishes.Their feelings.Their history.I had to be bought to be all theirs.By battlesTreatiesAlliancesWarsPeaceConquestDestructionDuring centuries, they paid the price of blood.And I paid mine.Today, I'm here.Immortal.And Alone.Powerful.Because of pain.No pain, no gain.I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.Alone besides my fellows.Look at us.Look at me.I am not an human.I am not a God.I am not an AngelI am not an Evil.We are Nations.I am a NationI am a Nation!!Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and tr
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There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for justice or mercy.There is no place for true love anymore,It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.There is no place for me in this world,Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.There is no place for a hero in this world,The knight in shining armour must go unheard.There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,The winds of mourning passing through me.There is nowhere in this world for me...There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
LostTryingto find oneself, trying to be....Someone.where am (i)in thisWorld?why am (i)Here?Stuck inl I m
SurvivalSurvival.Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.Give a man a bank he will rob the world.We adapt and adjust.Constantly dithering on the cuspOf what is considered wrong and right,Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.We would be willing to do anythingIn order to get what we truly desire.We would be willing to risk everythingEven putting our friends in the line of fire.We may share the bounty with others,Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.Given the option we will even care for our brothers.Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.We are opportunists.We are convincing and ruthless.We are the modern day Judas.Kela Lewis-Morin
People Like You People Like YouThere are those that are great....and some not so much. But those not so great people can gain the confidence to become great thanks to one person's touch. There are the illustrators who draw their drawings beautifully. But they can't do it without the inspiration from people like you and me. Now there are those we hate and some we just dislike. But even they cause inspiration like a drawing of a fight. Now there those who we love and those who we just like...they are the cause inspiration more often almost every day and night. There are those who encourage you to share your creativity with others...many of them friends and many of them mothers. Now there are those who don't understand and they cover that up with hate. But you encouragers tell us to keep on trying and
ExistenceI guess, I existthe faint medidn't enter all exits.A bit lessmy life's a mistno need to fleesans toolkits.