Self Love

   She grows and knows with all her heart there is still a place for love. A place placed deep within her heart, shining bright from above. Accepting this this special bond, she grows and knows that not everyday will be this swell. Some days will be a living hell. It's the fight within, the bright light that shines, the story that will tell, lives deep in the crazy mind of a girl. She grows and grows and shows that the special place with all her flaws who always self hated and never was what she wanted to be rated gave to others, trying to see the beauty. She made mistakes and took some breaks but was always on the search for love. Then find a world a place she can love for good. She would not be misunderstood. She embraced herself and all those around her. Life began to astound her.

Money Variation

Variations of constellations cloud certain cues of consent

Constant reasons read rich unvalued rulers reaching their barriers

Bombard these timeless rules breaking bombs of bogus promises

Play petty parts piling pieces crowning stable parchments

These empty endless world contempt and compiled with the inevitable

Grasping our consent with vivid depiction of tasteless reality

Reaching robbed rich words revealed with riveting perspectives

Unvalued an unwanted reflection both poor, rich or a whisk of air

Promises are scooped and made to be broken

Deal or no deal momentous moments make makers dream

Money makes makers scream

Greed and filth creating war

Protection is a stable as a ripped cable

Protection is robbed straight off from the table

 We are unable to consider a new understanding

Slivering selfless sanity selection

Devouring empty shallow perplex obsessions

Let go but hold on

Be true to what is inside of you

Money symbolizes the motivation for this brief obligation of a society

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Current Events

The Taliban’s timely terror tackles tastes of theories of fear in the US
Isis is issued as inclusion of isolation installment of terrorism for Israel and the west
Attacking Iraq is an atrocity assertive and accounted as an allowance of a dictator
Genocide gallops gas of great gear of disaster in Syria
Fear fronts the first frontal west from freedom suppressed
Time tells the theory of this history from the rest

Weary Wonders

Conspicuous consumptions compile
Whistles of weary wonders and worldly times
Daring drift is dysfunction as it is dilating
Seamless people piled and picked as peasants ponder
Rational and ready these real rigid decisions
Their time tilts in thick forms of war
A Clicking click of a gushing clock slides back
Envy is a empty solution to exiting signs of evil eyes

Fire of Consumptions

Bursting into a emulation of timely and accurate compunctions
These undoubtedly creatures convey conspicuous assumptions
Of ones admirable belief depicted through a gap of flaming images
These vivid pictures will one day diffuse aimlessly and melt away
Those thoughtful and calming answers will no longer overwhelm you
Things thought to be important are just a mere delusion to an obscene and bigger Picture

Magic Doesn't Exist

I once believed in magic
A feeling Untamed and full of comfort
Blinded by this feeling
I ran away to a land of happiness
A place I dreamed
A place I didn't believe to exist once
Was real
But when you fall for magic
There is an awakening dark side
Trembling through your mind
Uttering doubt walks through
Trapping you
Trying to drown you
And slowly that perfect world is taken away
Realizing magic is an illusion
Just for show
But without a tear you fight these unearthly demons
Ones I have fought before
I will once again find the inner peace
And won't be defeated