What I lack,

I stand on this earth.

Oh my good friend Jim.

Love is rage

A little kid, sees her father

Why my sun has gone,

I am usually attracted to the cover, the synopsis, or even the author's name, when I choose a book to read. Then there are other times, when I choose a book by reading the first three sentences on the first page. However, Amanda Lovelace's poetry collection's title was the one that did it this time. the princess saves herself in this one.

I can storm the streets in anger,

The things,

She was a borderline fanatic searching for the smallest of details, that seemed to but warm her heart.

I am a poet.

There is an undeniable parallel between the history of rice and skin colour. It reminds us that darkness equates to filth, and this is stems from classism. Brown rice had a history of being cheap pig food. Evidently, it became unfathomable for humans to consider eating something meant for a farm animal.

Love is rage

I dream of many things

Dear Sent-Son,

Every year, when it starts getting colder and darker so soon... we take some time to reminisce of the year we’ve been through.

Take a dive.

Cry my love

Notes, observations, discussions, thoughts of the class on the Greats

I somehow have found peace in the violence between us

Hello, friend.

A beauty in the garden

Such a tired sky shows a change in nature

The rays of the sun dance in your eyes and the howling wind of the night caress your face.

What I lack,

I stand on this earth.

A little kid, sees her father

I was always speaking with you

These temperamental strengths require so much thanks, I have to continuously administer them praise or else it's a shame how they behave. My skills are children with sugar cane legs, any water not worshiped will melt them away. The tending and attention is worth all the painstaking I've mentioned. I've never witnessed gifts like theirs so I suffer the swaying so that they're spared. It's nuisance well worth the headache, their power when pandered to, urges a demand that I demand I do. When I have them well watered in wanderlust they have more power than with any man I'd dare trust. Their vision and wisdom is why I give to them what I give them. I could be a sucker to their sweetness but I haven't seen any other offerings available that could beat this. I stay attentive and nurturing for the certainty they instill in me. Could be but a beautiful delusion to die to, but I myself I am wise too. The fruits they yield from my labor guarantee to me a bright bet on which I wager. I might be the savior of a rare crucial breed, thus I don't doubt much the deed for which I bleed. Though I neglect the normal, the mundane and the common, I suspect you'll respect what I've dismissed when all your problems they solve them. This psychic finicky plant possess a knowingness that outwits even the cleverest of nit wits. If you can get the gist it's prowess will abolish every dish that's been served filled with fallacies you didn't deserve. All the lies in this world that rob you of brilliance will cease beneath the eyes of what I've revived into resilience. No not forever will I have to baby this temperamental misbehaving lady. It's lessons it's learning and its wings it is earning. When I finally takes flight you will revere its sharp sight, and I will seek solace knowing I had did what was right.

This ain’t About you but maybe it is.

In Texas I eat chips and salsa like an animal. I get protein from sour cream which I always thought was gross. The animal metabolizes quickly. In eighth grade I licked cream cheese off a plastic knife and my friend’s mom made me shower outside for the rest of vacation, because I was an animal. In third grade Amanda and I got too friendly with her stuffed animals and her dad shamed us severely. Animals.

Mayflower girl surrounded by sins.

Would you believe if I told you my true name is was Karma?

In reverie's abyss,

I can not stand where I could once walk or run where I would once dance

Fairy

Mother of all children ( μητέρα όλων των παιδιών )

Royalty