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Fangirls problems:

When you want to finish a book, but you don’t want to finish a book. Do you understand?

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in the dark of night,her fingers linger across his strings yet no tune sounds, As time prolongs A monstrous shriek breaks the undying silence, As bright as day As black as night A wicked smile creeps on to the cold layers of her face He has played the tune that was And she has broken the peace that is The harp now hollow for all to see Jay-T

Crossroads

Maybe we were strangers that met at a crossroad. Maybe we liked the view of each other And everything from our perspective. Or maybe we liked that, Everything about each other was so new, so different, so interesting. We were at a crossroad remember; And maybe the moment lasted too long as we danced to our own song, and we hummed the melody. Maybe your hum became numb. As your voice decreased to nothing, I heard my voice. I only heard my voice. The music stopped playing, And I stopped dancing. I didn’t want to look like a fool dancing alone. Maybe we were dancing to two different songs, Maybe our hums just happened to make a melody, It wasn’t meant to be. Maybe your song ended one beat too soon. Your moment was over; You continued on your way. We met at a crossroad; The moment is over. It’s time for me to walk across and continue on my way. By T.F.P #TheNamelessFace

Happiness in the Shadow or dispair

I remember the days when momma used to work with us in the evergreen coffee plantations. We worked tirelessly from dawn to dusk, bathing in our sweat under the baking sun with no breaks in between. I watched papa struggle with the weeding as he had been recovering from last night's incident. From what I could see he had been badly injured. I suppose Mr. Baker had given him some lashes. Thick lines of red dappled his cream cotton shirt, the only thing that he actually owned apart from his family. This was the life we were subject to. A life of unfairnesd. My black skin was that which determined whether I was the owner or the oppressor. We'd work tirelessly day after day only to watch the white man benefit from the sweat of our brow, watch them grow fat like a turkey in preparation for a thanksgiving dinner. There came times when Mr Baker would snatch one of the women and enter the farmhouse with her. I'd hear screaming, perhaps she was getting lashes. But from what I remember no one would tell me what happens in there. One thing for sure they'd come out tormented. This was our life...to live like animals and get tortured like beasts. In the light of all this misery, we were quite content with the life that we lived. As long as we had each other we were certain that was the greatest possible gift our masters could ever give...a complete family. ~Brandon MK

What is Love

What is love I ask? Is it real? Is it tangible? Is it for sale? Come now answer me. Where can I get it? Is it durable? Please tell me. You say it's kind, I need kindness in my life. You say it's strong. I need strength tonight. So again I'll ask you. What is love? Tell me it's cost. It's cost to my temple To my immortal soul. Tell me will it add value to my life Will it ease the pain And replace it with pleasure? Come now I beseech you, Answer me. Love what are you? Man or woman? Spirit or being? Animal or human? For you confuse me. You struck me unaware Like a cowardly man Only to soothe my hurts Like a compassionate woman But in the blink of an eye You turned on me like a serpent And in frustration I lashed out at you Hoping to make you bleed But right before my eyes You vanished into a wisp of black smoke Leaving me spent. A thousand memories you left me Which do more harm than belladonna So I'll ask for the last time What is love? Sylvester_Tanaká

If I showed you the real me, would you turn away? If I showed you my scars would you look at them and see a testimony to my strength, mere wounds now healed, inflicted by what was meant to kill me... or would you see them for what they are, reminders of every battle with myself which I lost, moments when my strength failed me and my hand reached for a blade to relieve the pressure of the emotions coursing through my veins by cutting a way out... I suppose what I'm asking, my love, is... are your inner demons compatible with mine? Nay Nay

I told God to Wait a Second

I gazed into his unforgiving eyes. Thier cold aura breathed frost upon my soul. It was finally happening, the angel of death had reared his head.Life itself flashed before my very eyes: An infinite of memories that lied between being here and not.... and only then did it hit me.... My life was laden with too many dreams and soo little memories... "I should haves', I could haves' , I would haves'"spun around in a vortex in the tornado of memories that defined my life. My heart sunk to depths it had never before.... Or did it? Death had embraced my soul & held it captive. Not only was my heart sinking, but my soul was being dragged down into an abyss of darkness as I felt the blast from Hades lick the nape of my neck. My soul clung onto my body & glared to the ascending Heavens, "Lord please give me a second! Just a second dear Father in the hour glass that holds the sands of time. Yes, its just but a moment but I already miss the bitter sweet experiences never felt. LORD! The warmth of the African sun as it kisses my skin, the touch of the cool breeze as it flows through my hair, tantalizing embraces as adrenaline surges in my veins & making love to all my six senses-the very elixir that feeds my soul's insatiable hunger. To die alive than to live in death. Just a second chance to send ripples of change in the pool of life....a second on the clock of the One who holds the hands of time is worth a decade in the life a of mere mortal" Lordd!....a second. Sir Raphael

Give it a title

I won't lie to you, a girl like you deserves a gentleman, someone who will spoil your lipstick not your mascara. You are too precious, too valuable that I'm struggling to find the words to compose this. Just maybe if I tell you you might realise that you are the star in my darkness, the one whom I'd stop time the second you say you want me to. In all honesty Something keeps telling me we belong together, like a phone and a dial. Sorry Excuse my comparisons but when one is as perfect as you it's hard. However it's Sad to see you don't see what I see, but maybe it's good coz I myself have begun to question my vision coz all I see is you, from your cute smile to you small feet I'm failing to see any flaws, and if just maybe you could give me a chance then I'd show you that you've blessed me with the greatest gift Purpose, well just maybe I know it all sounds sounds crazy and there's a possibility that I'm insane but if I had a choice I'd pick to be insanely in love than sanity coz what's the point of condoning to the expected. The strange thing is I don't want anyone to know, so when they ask who you are all I say is she is coz I'm afraid, afraid if they got to know you they'd take you. Although you must know Describing this strange phenomena is a bit of a task coz she is, everything is all her fault. Coz I was doing just fine before I met you but after looking into your eyes it become a mystery how I managed without you. The worst part is days ain't long enough and nights are even shorter this just ain't fair, seems like time doesn't wanna give me what I need but all I'm asking is simple really all I want is forever in a moment with you, listen to me this ain't how I talk,I truly question what she's done to me or what I did to myself whomever it is to blame it really doesn't matter. Although I must confess a day without the thought of you is like a Hooker with no luck, a hoe that doesn't suck, a gay guy without style or even a phone without a dial. The point is it doesn't make sense. You tip the scale when I way my options Tanya

When you've made all the tackles your body can make When you dealt all that damage for the games sake When you're standing there broken but still willing for more to break When you've given your all for the game to take When your eyes close and there's no room for a single mistake When your nose is crooked and bent When your muscles are entirely spent When your back is in pain And your realize only scars and memories remain As he blows the whistle.... The final call As the crowd erupts and triumphant cheers come from all As the opposition is seen holding their fears As the agony of failure flows through tears As the pinnacle of sportsmanship is shown by a traditional shake of the hand As you walk off the pitch with your chin held high, standing as tall as you can stand As the sun sets on your victory As your eyes close, for no more you need to see... And it all fades to black ~Resilience

Our love was alcoholic .I was drunk in love and I was an addict I called you Two keys , because you had the key to my heart and the key to my mind . And when you pulled the plug you left me powerless and at that point I took you as a sadist . And all I could ask was "why did you? How could you ? Because in you I thought my heart could confide . You were the Alicia to my keys , The Juliet to my story . And for a while I thought this was actually supposed to go somewhere . Seems like we ran out of gas and I lost the wheels to my 'ride or die' .These wheels were ripped open by your will . Your will not to give a rat's tail about my heart when I still had one.Truth be told you dipped my heart in a bowl of acid and you still don't care . They say love oversees everything , but ours could not see at all . Not to be pathetic though , what seemed to be your love blinded me And what hurts the most is that I still care ,because I'm still waiting for you . You wrote me a reality check and showed me that life isn't a fairy tale or about Disney love . You showed me being attached will drown you in the waters of despair and loving stings . I rebuke the fact that I was infatuated. Because up to now your voices echo in my head pulling me back . "I don't wanna go back " is what I tell myself , but my heart just yearns for time travel just to make a few things right . One Art I haven't mastered after having you is the art of letting you go . And one art you never mastered is the art of forgiveness.... Chris Toffee Tobaiwa

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