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A humble manI've longed to express your beauty.
In words foreign to my knowledge.
To keep it to your liking would be my duty,
And to give these words as homage.
As it may occur to me;
Thou may not accept this message.
I call to you from distant lands.
Oblivious you are, the true me.
So bold i request this lover's hand;
To take you in, but not on my decree.
To take thee not by force, I shall,
Wow you with mere words.
Burning like a flaming torch.
We know this may sound absurd.
From ear to ear, we hear of elegance,
A ruler who's beauty is but a dream.
Thou standeth with salience,
Side another being.
I humble myself once again,
To show this prince is but a man;
Who stands before you, a messenger.
Delivered to thee; a message.
Said out aloud in these passages,
The true feelings, of this man.
Walk toward our sanctuary, come we shall go hand in hand.
Though it should have reached you; by my subject.
I longed to see the expression upon your face.
So I took it upon myself and made it my object.
My eyes are open
21 years I walked this world blind folded sat dumbfounded when I discovered. Seen this world for what it was seeing it now uncovered. You gave the world an idea where I'm the infidel coz of what i believe. Showing them the criminal I'm not for where I'll be. But this is the 21st century and sooner or later they'll all see that you fed them a false prophecy.
We know now who's the illuminati. You were anti-me you anti-them, you anti-god. You're the anti-Christ. You'll never rule me; you'll never rule this world. Better think twice coz no you'll never take my life.
See I brought forth this message for the ones that would listen. I'm talking about the Muslim, Jew, and Christian. See we all follow the books yet only one remains undistorted, yet you continued to feed them a message distorted. Like a drug to the drug addict they took that books false lines and snorted.
When you gave fame to men that didn't deserve it. They where the men and women that praised this world and served it; praised
one step at a timeJust twelve steps out my door,
I don't know what I'm even walking for.
Took few steps and took two more
Thought I seen someone I knew but it wasn't what I though I saw
I turned and walked down memory lane.
Seen your face in the distance and asked why I came this way
Turned back and tried to walk away
But something pulled me back, told me I should stay
Stay on this lane.
See I hate to remember coz it's you I see
It's you I need, you I feel
This shouldn't be, because you left me
I'll walk on as you done your deed
For this heart will no longer bleed
Bleed for you? No not again
It's why I'll walk this way and face my past
I gotta do this, just this task.
For you on my mind; not even last
Not a memory or thought will pass
You see me smile while I walk on by
Don't need you now, now the future's mine
I'll get over you Even if it's like a mountain to climb
And even if I gotta take it
...One step at a time
A letter to an unknown loveI keep writing all these words about love
All these thoughts; these words I need to dispose of
I need to get up and break out these chains
These chains that are made of nothing but thoughts
Thoughts of a future that long I have sort
Can’t understand why I chase after love
When I know its something impossible to catch hold of
All my silly words would never get me the woman of my dream
But I continue to write because it’s all I can see
All I can see that could keep me from being something I’m not
So I give myself a chance; say ill give it a shot!
Ill see how long I could last; how long till I run out of words
How long till it sounds like something you’ve heard?
I got so many unanswered questions
Like, how long will it take for me to find her?
Will my future be clear or all just a blur?
Is loneliness something my heart could endure?
If I find her; would she be the one, would I be sure?
To this insanity, would she be my cure?
Somebody, anybody help me find my queen
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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