the pain wont stop, and the days seem to be longer than usual wishing time was non existant at this point so i can fly free without any fear so i can fly free and forget but why forget when i can let it be and let this flame within me burn brighter grandmama why did you leave why did you leave me alone was i not good enough was death just a past pushed aside in hopes to run away did these tears not touch your heart? did my face, remind you of her? money justifies freedom money supports your greed but money doesnt equal this heart but money cannot replace my strength and money cannot override this spirit. it burns within me pain can subdue it emotions may be temporary but always take a second look you'll see a different me, each passing day but remember this, i never needed you. just wanted you to love me. grandmama why did you leave why did you leave me alone was i not good enough was death just a past pushed aside in hopes to run away did these dirty hands place something in your dirty heart did these dirty hands make you run and stray with the money you tried to obtain. but these dirty hands, are my dirty hands. mommy was just a little girl just a little girl who had emotions, who had fears slowly buried with these tears. mommy was just a little girl just a little girl, daddy did all he could do money didnt justify his freedom money didnt support his heart money didnt support his pain there was no money. it was just you and me, and now its just me. but i rise.
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Have been away for a few days & haven't checked in. I am going to the local "book mine" tomorrow & will look for your suggestion. Sounds like something I'd enjoy! For me, besides dialogue, it's all about the characters & how the author describes them. Wil
Freedom... Pure naked freedom. It's the loss of all inhibitions. It's like stipping off all your clothes and running bare bottomed through the desert durring a lightning storm, sand burning the soles of your feet and sweat and rain water running down your
I just thought like saying I finally got my prize for winning third place and second runner up for this stupid literature contest at school... I won ten bucks though. Yay! Ten bucks... Well, I at least had lunch money this way... I really went over board
First you must be able to spell. NOT I have always wanted to, I did write a play once and it was proformed. Its kind of like Steve Wright said I would kill for a nobel peace prize.
I think that I shall never see a beer as lovely as a tree the brew that joe's pub has on tap with golden base and fomey cap The golden brew I drink all day until my memory melts away poems are made by fools like me but only
and the days seem to be longer than usual
wishing time was non existant at this point
so i can fly free without any fear
so i can fly free and forget
but why forget when i can let it be
and let this flame within me burn brighter
grandmama why did you leave
why did you leave me alone
was i not good enough
was death just a past pushed aside
in hopes to run away
did these tears not touch your heart?
did my face, remind you of her?
money justifies freedom
money supports your greed
but money doesnt equal this heart
but money cannot replace my strength
and money cannot override this spirit.
it burns within me
pain can subdue it
emotions may be temporary
but always take a second look
you'll see a different me, each passing day
but remember this, i never needed you.
just wanted you to love me.
grandmama why did you leave
why did you leave me alone
was i not good enough
was death just a past pushed aside
in hopes to run away
did these dirty hands place something in your dirty heart
did these dirty hands make you run and stray with the money you tried to obtain.
but these dirty hands, are my dirty hands.
mommy was just a little girl
just a little girl
who had emotions, who had fears
slowly buried with these tears.
mommy was just a little girl
just a little girl,
daddy did all he could do
money didnt justify his freedom
money didnt support his heart
money didnt support his pain
there was no money.
it was just you and me,
and now its just me.
but i rise.