I started walking I kicked up the dirt and my confidence With each step it spurt Into the air and onto my clothes I started running towards me again

You destroy houses and hearts to build new ones, Leaving families homeless and lovers loveless in the wake of your ambition. You pave paths through dreams and despair, Erecting towers where whispers of the past linger in the air.

But from the rubble of yesterday’s warmth and walls, New stories arise where old ones fall. In the midst of steel and stones, echoes of laughter blend, As the future weaves itself from broken ends.

Though destruction leaves a trace that time does betray, Within the ruins, hope finds its way. For every heart rebuilt, every home restored, Holds a legacy of courage, dreams reborn, once more.

i sit alone at this bar

and drink my beer and love away

I seen you across the room You caught my eye Black dress Right up to ur thigh You got everything that I like Dancing on the tables like a pro Come baby let me show you what I could do with a pole Ur someone I wanna get to know

Baby can you talk with your body Tell me all the ways that you want me to You don’t need ur lips so put them on me Promise baby I won’t touch you softly Good girl Great at being naughty You don’t need ur voice Just talk with your body Tell me all the ways that you want me You don’t need your lips so put them on me

Baby I can make every fantasy come true I can take you anywhere you choose Fucking from a million dollar view Anything you want I can make do Black lace shows underneath Red bottoms on your feet Eyes looking up on me You don’t need to say what you need

Baby can you talk with your body Tell me all the ways that you want me You don’t need your lips so put them on me Promise baby I won’t touch you softly Good girl Great at being naughty You don’t need your lips so put them on me

I just wanna hear that body talk and say my name I don’t know if I’ll be the one to love you But I’ll fuck you just the same Covered in Versace Ur lips don’t have to stain I love ur aftertaste

He breaks doors and hearts, in order to get in, for he’s a thief.

He steals diamonds and time, and use them as his own, for he’s a liar.

He takes shiny things and control, through painful situations, for he’s a manipulator.

He loses the keys and his minds, so nothing can touch him, for he’s a madman.

Remember who you are, when he breaks in and shatters the walls, pretending he’s salvation! Remember how love feels, when he blames this pain on you, innocent soul.

He wants glory and your destruction, for he’s the devil.

She jumped into the silver Elantra, and his arms, when he arrived. Like the only warmth was in the car, in his grasp. Like if she didn’t take the chance now, it may never come back. When jumped into that silver Elantra, she jumped into her future.

He drove away, and our love did the same I wonder if he even thinks about me now I do, I think about him even though he’s Four hours away

I know where he lives But at the same time I don’t It’s been five years And he hasn’t asked about me

I suppose I haven’t either But I have an excuse: If they don’t want me Then I don’t want to intrude

But among the small amount of things I remember I remember his smile His laugh How imperfect he was

I remember how people though we were dating (I was in elementary school at the time) And how we would yell “No!” And ignore their unbelieving eyes

I remember when he told me his middle name His strange middle name How ironic My best friend right now doesn’t have one

So maybe it’s fate that he left That he moved away from me If it’s fate, then why did it let me cry Why did it let me feel pain

Well, I don’t have pain anymore The memories of him are finally fading away I’m living life with my four friends And loving it

On every guy and girl I crush on On every joke I make On every stupid decision I go through On every laugh we share

Life’s getting better for me And it’s getting harder It’ll get worse, I know But maybe I can do what he said, or what I remember:

“You know, I’ll miss you, but I know you’ll be okay. With your laughter and smiles, and jokes what can’t you do? You’re the best L. Know that.”

All I want stand on mountaintop. The bumpy road along the way, So enjoyed without any doubt. Heavy rain poured down, My body and spirit were exhausted. The illness brought me to tears, As I felt like never stand up again. I tell myself to change, how? Never give up in deep heart. Never give up your own self. Spirit comes with passion, takes time. Daily life comes with routine, takes patience. Got out of the trough, On the road to the foot of mountain.

I can’t stand the way you look at me  So I sit my ass right down. I meet your avaricious gaze With a thought provoking frown. I’ll hold my breath and a bears paw While I twirl around my drink Hoping, always, that just for once, I didn’t have to think: About the bar, about the scene, My dress, my shoes, my hair. All of it an alleged invitation, For the predators to stare. I cannot leave the building now, For your eyes are staying up My thoughts run faster than the drop Falling down my half-empty cup.

What a life I could lead If I could be freed From the looks of passing men! I’d prance through the firs Make all the cats purr And dance heedless in a moonlit glen! But instead here we are In a musty old bar While I yearn for a mother bear’s den.

But this is my life, that I’d like to lead Without your input, you skeeve. I throw down a twenty and caution, Then get up and walk out to leave. Your leer meanders upward But suddenly, it stops For the feral, crazed look in my eye  Makes you rethink some thoughts. The threat you can see, And the ones you cannot, Is quite real. And you really don’t want to get caught. You had started to move, But your courage is drowned. Because you can’t stand the way I look at you So you sit your ass right down.

Weave,through time, your inability, forget everything you’ve ever learned and go back to what you once were; Be greedy with sugar, be greedy with love, let them destroy your health.

Give up your skills because none of them are worth going through anything. Read what you don’t enjoy Love what doesn’t serve you Drive yourself to a point so excruciatingly empty soundless that you won’t even strive for music you’ll simply strive for noise no matter how obstreperous it might be.

Then write about it expatiate that noise to the point of exhaustion because in the silence any wave is unusual water is scarce and your mind, empty of dreams as it is, will surf on said waves as it surfs past every terrible thing you are now inured to with ease, not stemming from strength but from natural laws and you pass away to a better place where life is repainted from colors never seen

Shoehorned words placed on top of one another Letters become drudgery Passion was your sin