Stones

People Elsewhere Being Murdered By Our Tax Dollars

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People Elsewhere Being Murdered By Our Tax Dollars 

 

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People around the world

are being murdered

by our tax dollars

not as thrown stones

but

turned into guns

and bombs and drones.

-saiom shriver-

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Breathe

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2013

I know I'm a strong person

One who has never needed

Any person in this world

But then I found you

 

You have turned my world upside down

The feelings I feel for you

Were almost instantaneous

Once we started talking

 

I feel like I've never loved anyone

That has came into and left my life

Each and every one of them

Were just stepping stones

 

Yes, they were

Just stepping stones leading to you

I’m thankful for that – for you

Now I feel as if my future can start

 

~Chrystal

Written on

October 24, 2013

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This came from Dashboard Confessional – Reason To Believe. This is about my feelings for Chad Seas. 

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Spiral to the moon

the eyes are so beautiful... 

people abuse their lips too often.. 

ugly words.. distraught faces.

passing through dark voids.. 

black spaces.. 

footprints in cement..

writing in sand.. 

 

mistakes made, but by the time I realize..

it always seems just too late.

maybe we don't deserve a second chance..

sometimes I feel like that's all I need.

guess i'll have to deal.

 

in my mind, i've kneeled to you & cried.

in this heart, my yearning towards you will not subside so easily.

my soul is screaming..

there's a spirit looking down..

such disappointment,

destroying me.

 

false reality you try & pull her into..

worn limbs, shattered smiles, heavy eyes.

the pain is swelling..

so fake, you keep on, like a robot, with no cause...

fuck these man-made laws.

I don't need your restriction to enjoy myself.

these rules crash down, fallen stones on the ground..

 

I will blow away with the leaves, for I am not stablized as the trees.

some night, near or distant, I will fly up & greet the moon..

when I get there, i'll ask, "is it still too soon...?"