StereotypeDon't shove a name on me Your stereotype can crash and burn.You cannot keep me down;I will always rise and return.Your labels mean nothing to me Utter nonsense through and through.Every person is unique;I am me and you are you.Skinny, smarty, four-eyed freak...Chubby, lazy, forgetful, meek...Afraid, coward, forgetful fool...Follower, do-gooder, mindless tool.All these names are meaningless I am me and you are you.But when names cease to beHow can you tell who is who?Labels define us and create us Remind us of who we are.Every person is unique,But stereotypes can go too far.
They Told UsThey Told Us:They told us we weren't artists,They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...They told us we wouldn't make it,Because language isn't unique...Ta hell with them all I say,Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.Writers, poets,We're treated like third-rate artists.Our hands can't create magical pictures,We can't create comics ta make people laugh,Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...But what they don't see is tha title,What they don't see is tha description,They don't even see tha comments or replies!They look only at themselves,And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.But what they don't see are the words.Words used ta give a picture context.Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.Who could understand an image, withou' a title?If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
Jesus the LiberalI am a Christian.I believe in the bibleand all of its stories.Adam and Eve,Noah's Ark,David and Goliath,and I even believe thata man named Jonahwas stuckinsideawhale.Don't look at me like that.I believe that Jesus Christ,Son of God, died for my sins.And I believe one day He will return.I may be set in my ways,but that doesn't mean I'm acrazy conservative who can't have fun.I may have morals,but that doesn't mean I lookdown on you and the life you live.I may love Jesus with all my being,but that doesn't mean I don't loveeveryone who doesn't.In fact, I'm a Christianwho just so happens to love gay people.Shocker?Not really.There are Christians.And then there are "Christians".Some "Christians"believe that you will go to hellif you sin...And sometimes they have the nerve to saythat if you don't believe in God,then you are useless.I am a Christian,and I know for a factthat my God hasn't made a single mistakewhen it comes to His creations.I am a Christ
Don't.Don't do anything.Anything at all.Don't cry.Nor cut.Don't try to fall.Don't think it's all over.Don't try to leave this place.Stay.Stay here.With me.For all eternity.We can laugh.And joke.We can think of this as a hoax.Make it unreal.Learn how not to feel.Be happy with ourselves.Feel joy once more.Please Don't.Don't leave.
The Broken GirlThe broken heart beats,The broken mind thinks,The broken mouth speaks,The broken soul lives,The broken fingers searchfor a place to survive,and the broken girlsomehow makes it before she dies.
You hated meYou laughed when I fellYou watched me kill myselfYou hated me silentlyYou loved me secretlyI slapped you when you laughedI cried when you watched me dieI knew you were disgusted of meI loved you loudlyWhen you criedI criedWhen you liedI liedWhen you diedI said horrible things to your motherYou pretended to love meSo I pretended to love youTonight when I sleepYou will come to me in my dreamsYou will say you love meBut the truth is you have always hated me
Passing Me ByYou are young, they sayDon't hurry, don't cryBut it feels like the world isPassing me byHappy for othersOn their big days, I tryNot to feel like the world isPassing me byI laugh and I smileAs I wave them goodbyeStill feels like the world isPassing me byMy heart is confusedI always ask whyWhy it feels like the world isPassing me by...Never a bridesmaidNever a brideFeels like the world isPassing me by
This is a six word storyThis is a six word story:I just pretend to be profound
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la