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Cries Of Conscience: Scratches
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Wednesday, October 8, 2014. As we put our ties on,. All we want to do is tear our skin off. We use the mirror to put on a face everyone will love,. While we hide the true animal.beast.demon. Sitting in traffic going to a place to take orders,. While our minds pound to run naked and free and fast, screaming. Spending every ounce of energy to keep our hearts beating slow and quiet,. Because hearing it beat heavy in our ears reminds us that we've denied being alive. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I fin...
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Cries Of Conscience: Her Name Was...
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Friday, July 25, 2014. If jet black hair was the sign of sorcery, she would be the Witch Queen. When stares turn others into stone, her glance rips your world apart. A singular gesture of her smile emotes a thousand whispers in my head lasting weeks. Leaning in for the kiss was no different than moving in for the kill. But what good is mystery if you see the reveal. The moving horizon envies her. Even though she walked into my world, she crash landed in my heart. Poisoned my lungs sneaking in like a mist.
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Cries Of Conscience: The Path
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Sunday, January 19, 2014. Take, tear, sweat, bleed. We all want things but not many are prepared to go after it. Turn away, walk away, forsake. We all want a new morning but fear keeps us gripping the night,. Finding shelter in its known darkness and greater fear of the bright unknown. Alone, singular, prime. This goal can nothing else but your own. As every step must be earned or forfeit by your own will. Dream, Fly, Soar. Break the shackles of your old self, look up and step with educated choice. Pull ...
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Cries Of Conscience: 273
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Wednesday, February 5, 2014. I deleted 273 pictures that I had of your face off of my computer today. A face I thought I would die staring at. A face that I thought was only possible in dream. A face that could have only been created just for me. I played that album over an over, everyday, each shot fading into the other. Each moment replaying your smile as if it were the first. Each time playing different encounters of us. I stock piled your pictures as a squirrel would his acorn preparing for the winter.
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Cries Of Conscience: War Lord
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Thursday, June 4, 2015. This is not a war of bombs. This is not a war of guns. Not of guns and not of sticks. This is war of stares and kissing. You called out my passion,. So come out and fight. Fight for what you've earned. Stare deeper into my soul. You must, I need you to. Hold my head and kiss me deeper. All this time, well kept, hidden, defended. You walked right passed the blockades. You walked right in as if you built the hidden trail. You sat at my table behind my secret vale. My spoils are yours.
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Cries Of Conscience: The Herd
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Sunday, August 10, 2014. I live among the lost, but I am not lost. I live among people who hate, but I do not hate. I live among the desperate but I have found my peace. I walk among the blind using my third eye. I've unlocked my flesh and given power to my soul. My body is but a vessel and I have stopped listening to its cries. I walk away from herded sheep and get the head nod of acceptance by the wolf to pass. For I am no longer one of 'them'. My tears I will not shed. View my complete profile. As we ...
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Cries Of Conscience: Cries Of Conscience: The Herd
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Sunday, August 10, 2014. Cries Of Conscience: The Herd. Cries Of Conscience: The Herd. I live among the lost, but I am not lost I live among people who hate, but I do not hate I live among the desperate but I have found my pe. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. As we put our ties on, All we want to do is tear our skin off. We use the mirror to put on a face everyone will love, While we hide. I Finally Went A Day Without Thinking About You. The Devil Dines Tonight. Dont you see ...
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Cries Of Conscience: When Beasts Cry
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Tuesday, October 14, 2014. I borrowed your time because I didn't want mine. I made you smile at me since I forgot what that looked like. I spent your company to fill in the blanks of my loneliness. I made you think about me because my head is hollow. I stole your heart because mine is hardened. I took your kiss because it allows me to remember when I was good. Your gaze at me is that ray of sunlight coming through my prison window. Making you fall for me is all I know how to do. Now it's all I know to do.
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Cries Of Conscience: FREEDOM
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Sunday, April 5, 2015. I'm from a different country so I have to work twice as hard just to fit in. I'm black so I have to keep my hair cut properly at all a times. I'm big so when I have my hoodie on I have to accept when I small white lady crosses the street instead of saying hello as we pass each other on the sidewalk. I drive a nice car so I can't put tints on because that's the final piece of probable cause. When people are extra nice to me I can't get caught up in thinking if it was out of fear.
