Beautiful Ghost

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Dictate electric words in through my body

Intoxicating my female confidence

You’re so close yet so far away

You have me stuck in a hysterical state

You’re present but your soul is dead, beautiful ghost

You make me feel lonely but you’re hurting the most

Converted Energy

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It took me a while to open up

it took me a while to find my voice

that’s why I feel so offended when people try to silence me, my mind you’ll never shut

I’m observing, I’m learning, & I’m speaking up

I’m standing up for what’s right and I’m never giving up

I’ll never again be silenced

it took me a long time to find my balance

it took me a while to repair the confidence that was once wrecked by injured souls

i’m no longer interested in secretly hurting

it’s the pain that gets you through

brave is not one who hides, brave is one who fights

I’ve been hurt many times, but getting through is what makes me grow

I took in a lot of bad energy and now I’m about to release a converted energy

I took it in negatively, consumed it, and spit it out positively

Broken Cassette

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I thought we were moving ahead

But I see you’re now full of regrets

So many things you left unsaid

I thought this love was set

But you sit there with your cigarette

You reject me, you neglect me

Your silence torments me

You promised you’d never forget me

But I see the love decreased to a very small percentage

Can we reset

Or should I take your actions as a threat

Nervously I sweat

And I sweat you

And I upset you

We met long time ago

Been getting mixed emotions from long time ago

Legit feels like a broken cassette

The repeated regrets

You took my feelings and chewed them

And then left me in debt

Letting Go

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Letting go
I don’t know
What it feels like
My feelings I want to release in open mic
Some many feelings bottled up
I have a feeling
In order to let go
My silence I need to break
I need to release all my aches
I won’t flake anymore
I get my pen and my journal, and I sit by the lake
There I sit and I write about all my heartbreaks and all the snakes
I write about the times I haven’t been awake, in a dark state
All the birthday wishes and the birthday cakes
Letting go of all the memories
They’re all I know, but not ones I enjoy
Barely brought me any joy, they would always seem to destroy
Letting go
I don’t know what it feels like
It’s so unlike me to let things go
but my memories dislike me
and they keep striking me
I need to stop them from ripping me and let them go

Paradise

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Peace, serenity

looking out for the enemy

those who can’t agree to disagree

because to them they’re always right

if you don’t agree, they are putting up a fight

like we don’t have freedom of speech

my thoughts differ from yours

my sanity I’m trying to preserve

but sometimes I witness dark discoveries

I struggle to find beauty

I’m drowning in pain

so, I’ve created an illusion

looking for a sacred conclusion

I’m reading vibrations

not everyone wants to go to paradise

but that’s a personal choice

it’s not your choice to make

if you want to go

don’t try to convince others to go

make sure you are eligible to go

Soulful

I appreciate your ancient soul

you’re so soulful

you make me feel so joyful and hopeful

two feelings I thought I would never experience

I admire whoever brought you into existence

I’m so serious about this experience

when I see you, I don’t know how to act

so I act delirious

your eyes are so mysterious

your vibe is an art of brilliance

Catastrophe

look-to-the-stars.pngShe was never in that much pain
but she catastrophized her symptoms to make him stay
she made him think she would feel betrayed
she got tired of being slayed
she decided she would become the slayer
the roles switched and now she was the player
his time she wanted to waste
his actions she wanted to copy and paste
so he could feel
what it feels
the real tears
the feeling of not knowing how to deal
how long it takes to heal
the feeling is so unreal
it can have you missing meals
he used to call her dramatic
what a tragic
instead of making love to her, he made her panic
it was never climatic
never fantastic
never no magic
her feelings to him were always a catastrophe
and now he’s in a lonely phase
now he sits in agony