You don’t know

And they lie to you

You don’t see

And you don’t want to

You don’t know the sins or that we don’t repent

You don’t care

About the twilight’s blue

———

Hate can be returned with hate

And we can defy our fate

Hate must be returned with hate

All my rage you can’t abate

———

For yourself

You would do so much

For the poor

You would not let touch

You won’t let them touch anything that you have

You don’t need

Your pitied crutch

———

Hate can be returned with hate

And we can defy our fate

Hate must be returned with hate

All my rage you can’t abate

———

May the wind

Howl with portents

May the sky

Not let all repent

May the earth so deep open and swallow whole

You and me

And all our parents

———

Hate can be returned with hate

And we can defy our fate

Hate must be returned with hate

All my rage you can’t abate

———

I pretend to love

Because I must lure in

May the Mother make us

Into beast demons

I pretend to light

Like the angler fish

May the mother give Her

All that She does wish

———

Hate can be returned with hate

And we can defy our fate

Hate must be returned with hate

All my rage you can’t abate

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I have hope inside my soul

You can kill me, I won’t back down

You can’t make me be less whole

I won’t cower, won’t back down

I am going to kill you

If that’s the last thing I do

You can’t make me be less whole

I will riot in your town

———

I have rage inside my heart

The universe it has my back

Of all love I am a part

I will give to all who lack

I will bring a new life

Even if I won’t survive

Of all love I am a part

Eternity has my back

———

Sooner or later the sky will rain flames

Volcanoes will erupt and we’ll say our names

This city was always a city of blood

But I know tomorrow we will be the flood

———

So much pain runs through my life

The pain it makes me strive for change

There are secrets in the strife

Secrets help us rearrange

I am not scared of you

No matter what harm you do

There are secrets in the strife

And these secrets we exchange

———

There is justice there is hope

We will have justice and have peace

Your cursed city will not cope

We will burn down every piece

We need equality

I don’t care if you kill me

Your cursed city will not cope

And you will have to release

———

Sooner or later the sky will rain flames

Volcanoes will erupt and we’ll say our names

This city was always a city of blood

But I know tomorrow we will be the flood

———

I know the price of the revolution

I know the price of our liberation

I know what it feels like when two angels kiss

I know that you fear me you will fail at this

I’ll pay the price of the revolution

I don’t fear you or your retribution

I know what it feels like to live in this place

I will live forever, caress love’s kind face

———

Sooner or later the sky will rain flames

Volcanoes will erupt and we’ll say our names

This city was always a city of blood

But I know tomorrow we will be the flood

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We're mired in our wicked ways

It feels futile to bang against the cell door hoping for change

I see through eyes that bleed from what they see

———

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I'm on my knees

I've spent a lifetime on my knees

I feel powerful on my knees

I feel powerless

I'm just a girl praying

For change to eventually happen

God please

———

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There she is.

The girl I have known far longer than I 'know' her. Yet, not once in the time before, did I ever imagine I would have held her to such esteem. If you ask me of her, I would refer to her as the piece I was missing in my little life. My stomach no longer craves companies of strangers, as that is what she has labeled them in my eyes. She makes anyone who I believed to ever have been friends with feel miniature, so small and light. The pit they left in my chest feels almost none existent since her radiance fills everything else.

To think about a year ago around this time I would wake up to the thought of having no one, I never believed I would look forward to the nineteenth of September, so glad I made it to twenty one. So glad to be able to celebrate it with the perfect stranger.

She is my perfect Stranger.

In the beginning I found her to be an oddball. Her company never seemed to match her, I don't mean disrespect to her. But when I see her, I see a woman of class. A woman who eludes knowledge. Looking back I think that was why I felt so apart from her. Her sentiment was far mature than mine. My conception of her now however, has taken a fatal turn. To think I never thought of knowing her before baffles me.

I have seen glimpses of the change she had in her life in vague films. Short, painful and full of childlike cries. My heart grieves for her hurt and screams to the ones that inflect it.

She is beautiful. So absolutely beautiful. It shows even more when she doesn't know it. She is aggravating. Her outward-ness, her ability to speak so many more volumes than I ever could with much less words makes my life; that I believed to be big; feel so small. She is a universe in a world so miniscule it makes it feel it might as well pop from all the hustle and chaos she brings with her.

She speaks of her father with high regard, a man who could simply walk into a room and light it up, she speaks with awe and a unwavering confidence to be as he is once she is old enough. If only she knew she is just like him.

She speaks of her brother, a man she deems to be a genius, yet she fails to see she's the one who who he sits on par with.

She is the sun, the rain, the clouds, the moon, the stars. She is a gift, a gift of burning ambition, a gift of hope, a gift of humanity, a gift of growth, a gift so eternal I wonder if she were to ever walk out of my world, her impression on me would be enough to push me forward. I call her my friend, she is so much more. 'Friendship' feels to vague of a term to tag what I feel towards this firework. When I speak of her my throat is dry and my heart beats faster, the excitement of finally having someone to talk about with out the need to be romantically falling for them is foreign. If I have ever spoken of a person I spoke with a fantasy of intimacy, but my life sentence to her is more than just 'Death-do-us-part'. With her, it is my soul for hers. My breath to hers, my world to hers.

She is a meadow. A combined fairyland of peonies and jessamine. Jewels bring shame to her, they falter and dull in her presence. You, who shone so bright it made me want to scavenge the world simply to find new reasons for us to become more adventuress. Maybe time would even abide in aw.

Sometimes I think to myself, if I were to have known you sooner, how would we fare in each others lives? Would you have been just like me or would I have been more like you? Would I have seen the world though that young shaken girls eyes and would you have seen the dilemma of mine? Would we run away farther from each other or become more joined to the hip?

I look over my shoulder and there she is, with a cup of coffee; two shots of espresso, a book in hand; Fyodor Dostoevsky, with the purple dairy and a silly pen she was gifted for her birthday, right there in front of the big glass café window. I find myself bewildered. Across the glass is a footpath, cars and a busy road and yet my view feels surreal. So absolutely enchanting, I wish- If I could- to paint her. To paint her in the ethereality of all of her. With her yellow-brown cat-like eyes, her chocolate brown hair and her neat, filed nails. Her ability to walk with grace regardless of her garment.

If I were to talk of a woman of stature other than the one that birthed me, I would speak of her.

It is puzzling, frightening, ethereal.

I am glad to have met her when I met her.

I'm glad to have met you as you are.

I'm glad to the future you and I are bound to share.

I am awake

you are not awake. i love you

and you love me. but you are not awake right now.

and i am awake and i am listening out the window

listening for cries and screams of rape

there are none now - thank god.

but later, what of later

i love you but you will never understand me fully. no one

will ever fully understand me. no psychiatrist will see through every

layer there is to me.

i thought aa would keep me from being vain

it seems i cannot stop myself.

it is on lates like this when i am awake and you who i do love are asleep

that my mind starts to turn around itself and

I wake to feel the fell of dark, not day.

There are no cries do I want cries?

out the window. what do i want?

sometimes i desire only chaos and evil

i parade myself without control through these streets and outside those walls and all but shout to come and take me down

take me down

down

down

i am blackhole of evil sin and I will devour all you hold dearest

i am death woman and roaching feeding on all the dear holds.

yes.

I want cries and scream oh scream oh scream

sleep on my love. i dream of being taken from this place and you waking

and growing into a better person and living the life you

can live but without me

this format is all wrong. #

i should like to rewrite it all. start again.

I am not drunk: I am wide awake. You are fast asleep.

When I wake we will go about our lives.

But the thing which always will divide us

is dagger of night-time dragging us apart.

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I look out into the ocean,His hands roaming over my cold armsThe wind blowing through our bodiesBut when I look behind meI see he’s no longer there

Tears come to me like the waves,Rolling in and out and down my face“Why did you have to leave me?” I think back to the day The sickness took himMy eyes glaze as I stare out into the salty sea

I slowly drag my feet to the seashore,Feeling the water on my toesIt’s coldJust like the cold wash that came over meWhen I found out he was gone

I walk into the ocean,Deeper and deeper,Until I’m up to my neck in sweet salt “See you soon, my love”

I take a deep breathLetting the dark salty sea Consume me