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SLAMAt a young age,
I had to learn to dodge stones,
grow angry scales
along innocent freckled skin,
and open my eyes to a world not quite ready
to hear this tigress's voice.
Speaking in tongues to those paid too listen-
of fairytale wars, battle scars,
and the many linoleum squares I counted
day in and day out. I became mute.
Escaping through rabbit holes and back alleys
into a world of ink and worthy paper cuts.
[ I wear these
like a fucking
fashion statement! ]
And this goes out to you-
The Eden snakes, you dead-eyed demons:
It is you that keep me up at night,
weighing down these artist fingers-
IT IS YOU I WILL SLAM AT AN OPEN MIC NIGHT!
I do have a life worth writing about.
BullyingEvery single one of us is different.
Different heights, different faces, different eyes, different personalities, and different stories.
There is no such thing as normal.
To discriminate and bully the 'weak' is a sign of weakness in itself.
A sign that the bully themselves have been pushed too far, been through too much.
A bully is weak, fragile, lonely.
They don't have true friends.
Nobody to turn to in the dark times.
So next time the bully confronts you after school, you think to yourself, who is the stronger person?
Ravens and Writing Desks.Alice, darling, will you fetch me a pen
And some paper? For here is where our story begins.
This fluorescent blood, these spiderweb veins,
They're what make us twisted,
Come sit with me, love, at my writing desk
This is where dreams are created,
Feared and enjoyed.
Do not mind the ravens,
They sing for you, Alice;
Whilst words sing of beauty,
Their whispers like rain,
The ink cries sweet nothings,
They all sing for you, dearest
Sighing and screaming your name.
And then there is nothing.
their songs fade to silence
As technicolor tears stream down my face
As I cry for kindness,
For r a v e n s and w r i t i n g d e s k s
Melody in My MindShhh...
Do you hear it?
voice of street,
hearts that beat
Rhythm set free:
one two three
one two three
hear the song
dance with me
There's melody in my mind
Magical melody, murmuring, moody
Musical mystical moving melody
There's melody in my mind
I'll tell you a secret.
I cannot sing.
Imagine that feeling.
Those tones frozen between your mind and mouth, that melody you can't express.
Imagine one of those songs that give you goosebumps, that clutch your heart and make you cry "Yes! Yes, that's it!"
Imagine you want to share it with everyone... but can't.
When you try to repeat the melody, it is off and quavers and screeches like nails on the board.
There's melody in my mind, and it wants to be heard, to be set free.
And so I paint.
The colors are my symphony.
I sound the violins of sky-blue, the lutes of green and drums of violet.
And so I write.
The words on pape
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Nursery Rhymesmary had a little lamb
it's fleece as white as snow
it's mind so pure, so light and clean
just like the soul below.
father had a little girl
her soul was cold and black
she hates the lamb for being pure
and stabbed it in the back.
father had a troubled child
it's hands were cold and red
the blood of mary's little lamb
lies on my hands instead.
hannah has a straight jacket
its colour white as snow
and everywhere that hannah went
her meds were sure to go.
SwitzerlandxReader: Neutrality SucksWorld Conferences officially sucked. Or, at least without your best friend Liechtenstein there, they did. Fortunately for you, her handsome older brother and the person you had a huge crush on always attended every single one dutifully. He didn't appear to be particularly interested in you, although he never shot at you when you crossed his lawn.
You assumed this was because you were Liechtenstein's friend.
"Dudes, let's get this meeting started!" America yelled obnoxiously from the head of the giant meeting table. You noticed Switzerland rolling his bright green eyes, and stifled a small giggle.
"Sit down and shut up, America." England sighed with irritation evident in his accented voice.
"What? Why?" The younger nation whined, and you burst out laughing.
Fortunately for you, Germany's bellow of "Everybody shut up!" ensured that nobody heard you sniggering away.
"Kesesese, let's just all sit down and drink beer." A voice cackled from the ceiling. Everyone glanced up to see Prussia pee
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