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this world is disheveled
almost as bad as my hair on a saturday morning
but worse
worse because there is bloodshed involved
worse because women and children and men are being gun-downed
worse because i cant do anything about it
a brush can't fix a mass of people on the ground
gunned down from the air,
it can't fix the pain of a mother's heart over the bleeding body of her six year old son
it can't order the mess that this world has fallen into due to hypocrisy and tyranny
it can't comb out the tangles of sleepless, sick, shaky nights when i miss you and hunger for you
as i do now
when i see people hurt and broken
i feel thankful for my problems
what i feel is nothing compared to the destruction that so many people face out there
rise oh sun rise and warm our world
i feel so lost in the midst of this outside destruction that i think constantly about
so lost
almost as bad as my hair on a saturday morning
but worse
worse because there is bloodshed involved
worse because women and children and men are being gun-downed
worse because i cant do anything about it
a brush can't fix a mass of people on the ground
gunned down from the air,
it can't fix the pain of a mother's heart over the bleeding body of her six year old son
it can't order the mess that this world has fallen into due to hypocrisy and tyranny
it can't comb out the tangles of sleepless, sick, shaky nights when i miss you and hunger for you
as i do now
when i see people hurt and broken
i feel thankful for my problems
what i feel is nothing compared to the destruction that so many people face out there
rise oh sun rise and warm our world
i feel so lost in the midst of this outside destruction that i think constantly about
so lost
Literature
Heroshipping...
Pokemon fan fiction short
Heroshipping
Skit
“Who the hell is this kid?” Ray asked as a general question, starring down at the red headed boy in front of him who glared back with emerald green eyes.
“Why don’t you try asking me what my name is?” He demanded.
“Oi! They make them so feisty now a days.” John commented to one in particular, “Especially the short ones.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone who belongs to a shipping that the author just found out about.” Cody said, “It can’t be this kid, can it?”
“Colosseumshipping is the only
Literature
Reverberation
Reverberation
Light flies
Reflecting off soggy leaves
The branches of a laurel tree
Whipping side to side
A high wind rising
Back and forth
Striking what comes within reach
Lashing out like rods
Turning, bending
I hear it in the tunnels
Reverberation
Literature
Pennies
im that kid that you see as naive
you don't need me
you're free
but you want me to be
there for you if you want to
and what do i get
hundred reasons
and you don't even sweat
on the big things the stories
i'm raging and roaring
you're whoring yourself out again
and its boring
i'm boring a hole to the life you uphold
got a role
so i'll play it but this game i'm saying
its over
i don't need your silence
its over
one more reason i'm writing
its over
show me a feeling
or i'm right
its over
not gonna roll
its a no go
its over
i got a feeling you'll give up
its over
not gonna get with this get up
its over
show me you're reeling
you're no
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