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 Aug 2017 K G
Pax
sharp
 Aug 2017 K G
Pax
No lies escapes someone's sharp mind.
just saying, quick reminder, a quote, 6 words story.
 Jul 2017 K G
Imran Islam
I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I'm sorry, I'm not like the others
I'm sorry, I don't care about anything.

You want to change me
You want me to be just like you
And just like everyone else.
You want to throw my close away.

You want me to listen to your song,
You want me to act like you
But where not the same
Where not the same
I think you know it.

I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I'm sorry, I'm not like the others
I'm sorry, I don't care about anything.

Stop changing who I am
Stop telling me that I will be cool
And fit with the others.

I just want to be free
And run to my own
But you can't tell me anything
Cause I can do what I want

I don't want to be like others
So break away from the chains
But here comes the worst part.

I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I'm sorry, I'm not like the others
I'm sorry, I don't care about anything…

Just cause I'm different
I don't want to do judge at
I don't want to be beaten up
I don't want to be looked down at
For the worst part is what.

I have to go through and I will it, it's the price
I'm not an alien where both humans
We all have a heart and belong to the same place
It's not cool to be a bully
And I think we both know it.

I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I'm sorry, I'm not like the others
I'm sorry I don't care about anything.

Please let me be happy
Please let me be your friend
Even when we're not the same.
Please don’t treat me like I’m different.

I'm sorry, I'm not perfect
I'm sorry, I'm not like the others
I'm sorry I don't care about anything.
(Collaboration with Cesi)
{Mind of Cesi}
This meditative mind was my friend's thought. Cesi told me about 1 year ago it will be a song. Sorry, maybe I have missed some words and put it here.
 Jul 2017 K G
Em MacKenzie
You, you've got me drunk off love,
you're all I ever think of,
your soul fits mine as a glove,
you're an angel from above.

You hold my heart, my hands; both the church and steeple,
now I finally understand why storms are named after people.

You are my only and my first,
you're the water to my thirst,
my heart feels bound to burst,
and to think I once believed myself cursed.

You hold my heart, my brain and my soul,
now I know you can be both empty and whole.

I'm full of heat, oh I feel the burn,
and my only feat is to yearn.
I was in the dark, always in a funk,
you've left your mark and now I'm love drunk.

I was lost until you found me there,
you stripped my walls right down bare,
you shine so bright that you have a glare,
I'm a drowning woman and you are my air.

You hold my heart, my life and my mind,
now I understand how love can make you blind.

I'm full of heat, oh I feel the burn,
and I've been beat so it's my time to learn,
I was down and my ship was sunk,
and when you're around I'm always love drunk.

My dear you are my favourite drug,
and I've done a few and drank to chug,
so come on love, I'll hold you close,
I'll put you in my veins and up my nose.
Through adventures of optimism
Somewhere I taught my self
That all it takes is a lil patience
You'll get back up and you can walk yourself
Somewhere the pain got too much and I lost myself
Drowning in my own tears steady begging for help
How you expect to know love
When it never was there
When you don't know yourself
Failed experiments with love had me feeling different
Signed my on the dotted line for it and I didn't see the difference
Biggest fear was being being alone and being away from it
Now I gotta face it everyday
All I ever did was sacrificed
Now that I have nothing
Maybe I'm a martyr or
A ***** who just can't get it right
I fought for it so much
Hands broken and ****** now I can't seem to fight for what's right
In the mirror Lil black boy with shrouded in tears is what I see every night
 Jul 2017 K G
dania
And you think this is ironic, don't you? Or you think it's funny, or that it makes sense. And it does in a way, I'm trying to agree with you enough to say. It does make sense, but in a way that disappoints me, because to have it make sense would mean certain conditions were fulfilled. And thinking of fulfillment gets me thinking of filling and I'm filled and I'm empty all at once. And it's because I've got all these hopes and all these promises, all these leads to nowhere– and I know deep down how good the somewhere I'm heading to without you is, I know, but I really hoped there was some way to make this journey we had seem like a trip I'd want to look back on, seem like a trip I'd want to keep an album of photos from, like an album I'd hide all the concert tickets and gas station receipts from and all the hugs all the stupid hugs I got from you, I'd still feel the warmth from. But it's not like that, I guess I spent my time in nowhere, and I guess that's where I'll have to admit I stayed. And I'm somewhere else now, somewhere good, and it isn't funny, and it isn't ironic. Ironic is talking to someone who is no one to me now. Ironic is in that space that used to be filled with something else and now it's nothing else but space, space, space. I want space from the space. I want a belief to hold me in my place. You can't give me what I need, but I've been thanking God anyways for what I have, and I'm getting by just fine.
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