I speak my mind.
Don't like it?
Too bad.
I bear you my soul.
Don't like it?
Too bad.
I believe that all beings and
life forms are all the same,
and different,
at the same time,
and that we are slowly losing
our connection to this concept
as a species, and it is destroying us.
Don't like it?
Too bad.
I believe there is a sanctity
that lies within each individual,
every animal,
every life form.
Don't like it?
Too bad.
Don't like my
style of self-expression?
My authenticity?
My 'attitude'?
My disgust with closed-minded people?
My honesty?
My truth?
It's just plain too bad.
I love yours, and I hope
one day we can meet halfway.
4:20 PM 6/28/2013
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos
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Remembering like it was
Remembering like it was yesterday...'live aid'. Awesome stuff.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
alot of people get an idea of
alot of people get an idea of what should be and when they see someone that doesn't meet that criteria, that cookie cutter mold some will judge you and even criticize simply for being different. If we were were all the same, it would be a pretty boring world. keep staying true to yourself and if anyone has a problem with that then well too bad
Exactly!
Exactly! "Too Bad!"
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
;D ! SS
;D ! SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks for reading, SS!!
<3
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Posted at 4:20... Let er
Posted at 4:20... Let er rrriiiippp! Cough cough cough! Please keep speaking your mind! <3
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Thank you
...for reading and commenting. <3 :-)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "