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Thug Life Quote/Of Mine #1
{Thug Life Quote/Of Mine #1}
The thug life
in me is one
day going to
set it off by
dropping the whole
world to it's
knees as you
will flow through
me and I will
go out in a blaze
of glory as God
made me to do
And my lil homies I ain't mad at cha
©One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer/Tina Glover 1...
Sunday 3rd December 2017 3:55 pm
The book
From the first page to the last,
I absorbed the world around you.
I was there to witness the tears,
The anger,
The love.
Within each chapter I fell deeper.
As if under a spell, I lost control.
I was lost in another world,
Traveling to a place with no time.
I watched a story unfold before my eyes.
With each word,
Each sentence,
Each page,
I became ap...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 1:37 am
monster
I always told my mom that there was a monster under my bed. She of course never believed me,she always said that i had an over imagination. She gave me a night light so the monster would go away,but that never helped,it just angered her. There was nothing I could do to get rid of this monster,so I ignored it,I listened to music every night so I couldn’t hear the screams. I’m 16 now,the monster is ...
Monday 13th November 2017 10:49 am
There was once a man.
There was once a man,
charming in the flesh
He fell in love with a woman,
who he described her as a universe with the brightest stars.
She was his dream,
a dream that came close with his reality.
There was once a man,
bewitched with all.
He dare not speak,
for not to ruin all.
He cared for his beloved,
as if she was the heart of it all.
Until he met his dem...
Saturday 15th July 2017 1:30 am
Give me peace.
Snow White.
Nose slimes, chem drips down my throat slice.
Sniffling spit the blow fly.
Cascades of emesis, Sinus bled red . Sniffing flakes of flesh an flem.
Razor stained, Tickling my neck again,
As I Dance with death.
The phantom stands demands my breath.
Wrestling the mirrors reflect.
Stare still into the pillars of wreck.
Spirits turn spirit-less,
Liquor fill, Spill and drench.
...
Monday 19th June 2017 9:24 am
Ruby Red
I breathe in, filling up my lungs with the cold, cold winter air. Hair the colour of ruby floating in the wind, the tears dripping down my face until they too float away. A piece of concrete crumbles away and falls, until I can no longer see it, swallowed up by the shadows, which have come a bit too close for comfort now. Threatening to swallow me too.
Instead I angle my face to the sun. So un...
Saturday 10th June 2017 12:32 am
In The Light of The Evening
I work hard most days
hands all rough by six
ah, but it’s worth every callous
whatever’s needed
and when I’m done, I walk
right down the sea-front promenade
sip on a cup of something
so warm and so sweet
with those boats sailing in and out
in the lazy light of the evening
There forms a shape in the foam on my coffee
I see the outline of your nose and eyes
looking up at me
I wonder j...
Tuesday 31st January 2017 11:02 pm
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