Sometimes you have to cry over the little things that otherwise an “adult” with thick skin might suck in and deal with.
To cry over the lack of understanding on regardless of whether it’s on your part or theirs. because regardless, there’s a misunderstanding, and regardless, there’s a ripple ,creating movement in still water.
There isn’t much you can do when it comes to the tongue exercising its malice and expressing its inner pain, all expelled onto you.
You just suck it in. let your heart succumb to the venom. and let it cycle through your body into tears. tears to purify you of your pain, tears to create a quiet stream to carry you to a refuge of silence
Silence and tears, they’re such a perfect duo.
I don’t shy away from trouble, but I shy away from jealous hearts.
With trouble, there’s always an opposite side of the coin, but with jealousy, nobody can show them through except themselves. and I’d rather not rely on ppl to overcome their jealousy. I’d rather be safe from them.
In trouble, there’s a chance of 70 excuses, forgiveness, or moving on. whatever happens, you have freedom of choice.
In the heat of jealousy, there’s no protective shade to shelter you from the burning rays.
My worst nightmare is seeing children crying
scared to death
from bombs and the burning toxic galore
of illegal war
destroying souls and more
celebrated by the world’s lovers of gore
as its broadcasted to the masses
that it’s the water for your planted fears
that you’ve been taught for years
to kill others
who don’t look like you
women and children, and men alike
are bloodied and traumatized
dying and hospitalized
wondering when their hospitals
will be attacked too.
Palestine, Syria, these arab sisters are victims of war crimes
all under the guise of terrorism
as if creating rivers of blood will drown ISIS
giving in to the lust and playing with chemical attacks
and torturing civilians alive
It will earn the safe western public a medal… for war on terrorism
an arab genocide
My worst nightmare is being bullied and outcasted
My worst nightmare is becoming homeless, dropped as a beggar
getting locked up
My worst nightmare is getting murdered
Getting in debt
lots of debt, neo-slavery
Having no choice but resorting to theft
having no morals left but bravery
just as scary, getting raped and knocked up
and after that, getting raped by society, – no justice
while my innocence is surrendered
and that bastard is praised for his gender
given his future, and kissed on his ass
this reality is all worse than murder
because it’s accepted
and takes away lives
in worse ways than murder
a slow death
emotions and humanity snatched
likened to less than an animal
what a nightmare we live in.
The word if
We may imagine ourselves making it through
Getting a degree and then making good money
Owning a home and then starting a family
With the happily ever after theme
But there’s one word that holds us back from achieving our dreams
From standing up to the crowd
About what’s right and wrong
Fighting for a better world
With peace and justice
I’m laughed at or don’t find love
Or become sick and
I fall into debt
What if I don’t get a job in this degree
Lose my friends
If my spouse turns into an abuser
And takes all my money
If my child becomes sick or I raise her alone
Or I vaccinate her and she gets autism
Lose my house and property, and all support
What if all my hopes come crushing down
To my feet
Begging me to dig myself a grave
Cursing me for being brave
Yet not trying hard enough
To escape fate
as long as you’re alive you can make things meaningful
doesn’t matter how or when just as long as you leave those ifs behind cuz bad things happen and it’s so you can do something about it and become who you Are as cheesy and escalated as it sounds but die with dignity and with something to be proud of- which is you. Don’t let the bad things devour you to your death.