I would do little things like pretend I couldn't fold the sheets right to make you feel important because you were. But they told you you weren't and you believed them. They said you wanted my life so you took it. Now we are separate in our hearts.
Because black lives matter no more than the rest Stopping all abortion is the thing that is best Abortion is ruthless and now so is the court There will be no more cheering for death like a sport Death will come to roe vs wade And life will be given to babies we've made Some will treat this race less poem like a joke But only those racist and woke
Unplug my father's new scooter Dust from tiny tires I follow distant Smiles of good times past Memories of learning to ride a bike I look down at the legless frog Thoughts of joy and sorrow I won't tell him
Damn my dreams that dare so bold. They give you back For me to hold. In the longest night you've no right to come into my closed eyes' sight. Gone so long that now it's wrong to dream your name or hear your song. My body has forgotten but these memories Ill-gotten still rob my mind as my lips rub but cotton.
Did something come from nothing or was there never nothing One of these must be true
If something came from nothing It could not have been intentional, for there was nothing there with intent
It had to be random, an accident, spontaneous with out purpose.
An action produced randomly accidentally spontaneously and without purpose surely would be more likely to produce a random chaotic result such as a bazillion pieces of a bazillion things moving in all directions than a complex being capable of creating all of the pieces of the universe and...
.. for what sort of being would make such a man, capable of, feeling hot and cold, knowing love and hate, having want to protect and to hurt, and then leave them mercilessly alone to endure such incompatible extremes only to perish when he's learned to live with it...
A part of me has died A part that tried A part on which love relied A part which for joy had cried A part to which my dreams had lied Warm dry hands of romance Content soul of slow dance The truest heart needs one chance And loyal eyes not one glance All are lost from what fate grants Done with emotions A life goes through the motions Void of foolish notions Of love
We shared our light so that you could bloom but you crave the sight of a thousand suns. We didn't know we were digging our tombs as we gave you your vote in our political runs. Men took a step back to give you some room but many have fallen from the haves to the nones. Now it's my body, my baby, my choice and my womb with no apologies as you tear out our sons. There once was enough when it was bride and groom but this is the difference of dividing twos into ones. Discontentment and envy turned blue skies to gloom and it's no longer a picnic with five dogs and ten...