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I feel the warmth upon my face As I enter the land of God's Grace waiting here beyond the door With open arms they welcome me. I walk across the grass so green The greenest grass i've ever seen I jump and skip bounce on air It's almost like there's nothing there. There is nothing here to cause me fear The Lord protects with his sphere And infinity of perfect from the tails Of Earth I am now released.
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26Jan2014
Mataku berat Hatiku kosong Fikiranku keliru Tentang apa mahuku Dimalam tujuh Bersama pena ditanganku Ku susn kata yang penuh celaru
Hi, Tumblr
Remember when I wrote good?
poetry
good wrote I when remember
Tumblr, Hi
Idea for a Facebook Status
Who wants to get some chocolates (or other treat? or a page of interesting poetry? or tea?) in the mail, randomly? PM me with chocolate type (or other types ) preference and address, and I will get/find such a thing and send it off at *some* point in the next few months. ; )
so it's still kind of a random surprise.
Cold winter Mornings are a bitch. (without you)
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Rant - hegemonic masculinity
I’m not some shiny thing for you to stare at
I’m not some stupid cow to be SUB-OR-DI-NA-TED
So why do you continue
To impose your power without
my consent or
want
To be your fucking present?
And wasn’t that just your intent
anyways?
To subjugate, laugh, overtake
Jack off
Colonialize and fake
And didn’t you hear?
It’s allll worth it.
It’s for your own good
So TAKE IT.
Take it and run with it and
quiet down and cry shaking in the corner
Feminism is not an alibi
It’s a way of life
But girls don’t cry.
You do realize that you’re killing yourself, right? By not expressing who you are. By not indulging How? Does the artist not wither without self-expression? I don’t know. I’m not an artist. Ah, but you are. Am I? How do I know? How do I pose questions without words? I’m tired seems to be the new excuse for everything. I want to go home, wherever home is…
Investigation. Of What The Fuck am I Doing With My Life? Explanation. Dehydration. Air so dry with resentment of something. Maybe of lack of freedom from money. I get a rush from… the sense of a well-executed idea I tear up at… deeply dolce descriptions of inspiration and grandeur in the context of love and greatness.
In the morning he asked me so is it a girl or a boy day today?
He didn’t just let me be He encouraged me to be free to express my identity. He put an effort into respecting myself as best as he could Of course, I told him once I knew the answer This opened the door, gave me the space to assert my identity to others. Maybe fleeting is a box I can sometimes fit into.
