A Person Of Influence
Posted by wekilledthequeen
Choosing to remain silent is one of the tactics that Satan uses to paralyze us from being people of influence.
I don’t do too much talking these days.
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The Tower and the Fool - Breach.
Got a problem he said
I don’t believe in God anymore
How did the water breach the shores?
Got a problem he said
I don’t believe in love anymore
How did the water breach the shores?
I don’t want money
My currency lasts within your smile
I don’t want money at all
Oh body not designed to rub up against yours
I don’t want a body at all
Got a problem she said
I don’t believe in God anymore
How did the water breach the shores?
Got a problem she said
I don’t believe in love anymore
Your dirty clothes begin to match our floor
I don’t want money
My currency lasts within your smile
I don’t want money at all
Oh body not designed to rub up against yours
I don’t want a body at all
Got a problem with you
A problem with you
A problem with you
A problem with you
Got a probelm with you
A problem with you
How did the water breach the shores?
The Tower and The Fool | Breach | The Tower and The Fool
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Posted by wekilledthequeen
Things I will never post. Things I want to say.
I want to write like “Howl”.
Never holding anything back.
I need to get away, somewhere Sarah will never see.
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It’s been a while since I’ve listened to music that could emotionally connect with me as much as I do with The Tower and the Fool. I can’t remember the last time I sat in bed to listen through an album and really just couldn’t bring it back in. It reminds me a lot of myself. Pushing things away, finding “time” as the best source of medicine. Understanding how long it’ll take, and if it’s worth it for the grief and late nights on the phone with friends.. acquaintances.
“How long.. how long.. am I going to feel this way? How long.. how long, till something washes her away.”
It breaks me, things I wish I could say. Things I wish I could do. For her, and her, and her. I feel like I’m the one always packing up my stuff. I’m the one leaving.
She stays in the same life, she stays the same.
But she is happy,
And it kills me,
“My love is lost somewhere, drawn out in the streets.”
Thanking God I’m underage.
I wouldn’t have parents’ trust- children idealist.
I’d become an alcoholic- pick up smoking again.
Walking empty streets with an empty eye-
Filled with promise, but again,
Nothing to look forward to.
Working through Valentine’s Day,
Just waiting for something like you.
“I don’t want money, my currency lasts within your smile.”
Something worth working for.
Just to see that again as I kiss your forehead.
That’s my favorite.
Maybe next week…
Maybe next week when I’m a man.
Good, good days.
American Red Cross
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A breath of fresh air;
Like being born again in my baby skin.
Laughter- self-esteem alive.
A love for strangers again,
I can deny myself with them in mind.
I’m responsible, mature, and God’s delight-
I’m where I need to be.. who I need to be.
Well Written
Posted by wekilledthequeen
We close in on fashion and leisure feels.
How clean our story passed down to grandchildren,
I’m a man who doesn’t need much,
..
But I need something.
Nothing involved with shopping bags and discount coupons,
Clothes racks.
Just a little contact. It’s something I live for,
Something I’d die for.
Too give a little to the poor,
To receive nothing, but to give a little more.
I know I have passion,
I don’t need distractions,
Just something to move me in the right direction.
Author’s criteria- His envisioned plan,
I’d sell my soul for a chance to live like this.
.. So I think I will.
(Source: textfromdog)
Aquaintance
Posted by wekilledthequeen
I go to bed again tonight drunk.
Trying to find conviction, trying to find fiction
In my reality. I’m not worth somebody’s time
but all I’ve ever been was kind?
Something I won’t hold on to, something
I won’t share with another because I’m respectful,
I’m too nice.
This is why I don’t have friends;
Nobody ever gets close,
Because I end up alone then she won’t pick up the phone.
Acquaintances is all we’ll ever be,
That way nobody will ever get hurt.
About as exciting as the Wall Street Journal.
