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– (via daydreamingloser)I let go,
and it felt so damn good to lose control
to no longer be trapped in your cryptic hold
I let go
relinquished the fire in my heart, that popped and sparked for you
It felt nothing like defeat
I found the real me
I let goOf a love that consumed me
devoured me from the inside out
I had my doubts
but this is the liberation that I was looking for
I let go
and my heart is freeI didn’t know giving up on love could feel this damn good
I didn’t know that throwing in the towel would get me here
on this crossroads of me and I
Where I’ve I regained my pride
regurgitated, forced that shit back up and put all the bullshit aside
and found who I really was
a fighter, who despite of
the fucked up situation
refused to lose concentration
didn’t succumb
even though her battles couldnt be won
this bitch knew she’d win the war because she knew what she was fighting forI found the mold of a woman who refused to take second best
or give her pride to a man who’d hide behind his member
who tried to dismember her heart
chamber by chamber
valve by valve
ventricle by ventricle
put me through a lifetime full
of every emotion you could possibly imagine
in the span of 13 long dogged months
and its funny it took 13, yes lucky number 13
months to rid you from my soul
because the number represents the day you became another woman’s punishment
and were no longer Gods burdenLucky number fucking 13
God let go,
and so do I
of the lack of man who couldn’t deal with the Real Me
who couldn’t bear that he’d have to kick His Ways
because he’d come across The Real ThingA lucky little creature
who was lucky enough to be loved by me
lucky enough to be etched into the histories
of Love Lost and Love Found by me,
Found by me13 was someone who couldn’t see the simple beauty
in a woman who knows who she is
The Lack of Man who feared the power of a woman
I let goI let go of the dream
that I could change someone, but see
through letting you go I’ve realized
that I could never change a person who hides behind lies
Too blinded by lust to realize that it’s God knocking on their doorThat’s right, I
I and I, Jah, Frankie, Me
am equal to the one who forsake you
I came her to take you back
to rid you of your demons
for you I gave up my pipe dreams of love
But I and I
In all my feminine divinity
know that you are not Lucky,
Unlucky number 13
you’re a curse
upon this earth
for the girls who dont know their self worth
who dont have enough understanding to put themselves first
who dont know arithmetic in dancing with the Devil
You’re karma, here to disarm and harmnand harden hearts
but I and I
don’t possess one of these faulty forms of sustenance
that often find us in duress
that too often make us feel second bestOn the crossroads of me and I
I and I multiplied
and I found the I in I
and became I and I
something divine
ever present for all timeOn the crossroads
I’ve realized that I could never change someone who doesn’t know who they are
I let go, of an unlucky number 13
I let go and got so far, the crossroads became my homeI and I, saw that 13 could only make 2, 3 or 4
and I and I represents so much more
I and I saw the rationality in numbers
and lets face it, love is never rational
and I and I is Loveand true
True Number may be infinite
but they represent infinities in simplicity
and I’d much rather represent them in
presidencies, so I will set a precedent for thee
and I will show you what I and I meansI and I am ever-present
in this universe, in you and them
in your family and friends
I said I’d be here until the end
and here I stand
I and I
in all my glory
to rid myself of the lucky, Unlucky number 13
I and I , I let go 13
(I a n d I I l e t g o 1 3 )
I’m even present in you, that’s present in me
I’m even present in the you that’s present in the meI will haunt you
not with my hate, but with my love
Unlucky Lucky, Lucky Unlucky number 13— Frankie Reese, November 2011.
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Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…
These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
- Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”*Crying with laughter*
ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.
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before you have sex with me you have to earn it
take these two potatoes and this goat and bring them to the river valley where you will meet an old gypsy named madam zeroni. carry madam zeroni back up the mountain on your back and allow her to drink from the stream while you sing for her. she will give you a necklace of beads. return them to me to complete the quest.
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hahah..
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LUKE
Shcooba shteeev
SHOOTERS
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one of my favourie poems, it can be interpreted in so many different ways.
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list of people who can make me laugh so hard that i can’t even breathe
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