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Connected at words and music; like gold A sweet future between us, untold Late nights, dinners & lounging, love behold Daytime panty pulling & kisses, love grows
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances
You got me waiting every day For a night out on the town I’m all decked and dolled up Traded my boots for a gown But every night you have returned
I’ve been disowned by my birthed She said I got lessons to learn 8th grade lessons cause they can Young bodies are craved by some men
Season one of warriors we are introduced to a character named Ah Sam Who is fresh off the boat and landed in San Francisco. Where is is based on the writings of Bruce Lee if you’re not familiar with the show. The show is set in the 1800s right before the Chinese exclusion act the culture of the show revolves around the California gold rush and the first trans continental railroad, which during the time as gold became scarce white Americans became angry with foreigners for finding any gold. That resentment towards the Chinese actually lead to the Rocksprings massacre of 1885 and HEALTH Canyon massacre of 1887.
By Cadma2 years ago in Humans
The sounds of the strokes of a keyboard create a cacophony of deferred dreams amongst my colleagues. I hear the shouts that have become an inaudible blur to my mind. It is 9 a.m. and I am questioning my life’s purpose; like we all do. However, I see my superior skipping his way towards me as if he is swinging a bat and ready to strike at me like usual.
Only narcissists get upset When called out on their trash I’m out here chasing my dreams And they selling me nightmares
The wind blows gently through her hair. The clanking of an empty glass is always a depressing sound. The waiter impatiently asks “Ma’am, have you finally made your choice?”. Her eyes were more than brown and troubled as she looked up. It seems a hard resolution was swallowed for her to answer somberly “Can we try…Dancing Juice? It looks like a fun Sauvignon!”. Her mocking accent is either lack of elegance or trying too hard to demonstrate it. The pleased waiter leaves the woman adjusting her red and black overdressed gown. As the waiter pours her one drink she quickly grabs their wrist firmly to say “leave the bottle.”
