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 Apr 19 om4r
stephanie
I’m hurting
I know your just doing it because you think it’s “for my own good”
But it isn’t and I hate it when you restrict me from everything that makes me happy
maybe you should try being less of a overprotective parent instead of trying to make me perfect
 Apr 19 om4r
lena k
"no."
 Apr 19 om4r
lena k
you stole my light
when i told you to stop
and you ignored my red light
and kept going
like my body was undiscovered land
and you were a colonizer.
perhaps my asking you to stop
turned you on
made you hungry.
you looked at me with your hungry eyes
like i was fresh meat
for you to take and have for yourself
ignoring my stop signs
cries
screams
because i am nothing more
than an object to you
made for your manipulation and pleasures.
consent is key
 Apr 19 om4r
N
Assumptions
 Apr 19 om4r
N
You see my brown skin
And assume I'm a ****.

You see my hijab
And assume I'm a terrorist.

You see the smile on my face
And assume I'm happy.

You hear my words
And assume I'm okay.

But I am not.

Instead I am broken.
Yet I am also strong.

I am dark and rule-following.
I am peaceful and Muslim.

You assume based on
Society's POV.

If you smile
You must be happy.

Fox, CNN, any media
Tells you I am a terrorist.
So the names I get called
And the extra security checks
Are extremely upsetting.

The murders of black folk
Is either considered appropriate
Or it's "black on black crime"
So it's not taken seriously.

Who are you gonna believe
Me or those who don't know me?
 Apr 19 om4r
Max Vale
Gracie
 Apr 19 om4r
Max Vale
I met a girl,
by the name of Gracie.
She stole my heart,
but my memory is hazy.
Not sure if she's the one,
that's going to save me.
Still looking for her,
I must be crazy.
defo not about Gracie Abrams ;)
 Apr 19 om4r
Dylan A
Therefore
 Apr 19 om4r
Dylan A
What does sadness mean?
        Are you sad?
       I think, I am.
      What’s your favorite color?
     Green, like moss on wood after a drizzle.
    Do you miss him?
       Yes.
   That’s sadness.
   Are you sad?
 Apr 19 om4r
Manx Pragna
Love is always so fickle,
Itself only as strong as our commitments.

Oftentimes, we seek a level
Which is non-commiserate
To that which we offer.

We often feel ourselves
To be what's most important.
Pushing & pushing.

Until that day
In which the push is away.
Distance becomes
Only that which we are close with.
But commitment must be mutually respected
 Apr 19 om4r
Anailen
her
 Apr 19 om4r
Anailen
her
i need to drown in your scent
to be engulfed in your presence
to melt in your arms
and become one with you
For my girlfriend (i will probablynever show her). I was writting this and she texted me which I think isn't a coincidence. I wish I could do even the most mundane things with her. Wish people would just accept us as is.
 Apr 19 om4r
Josie West
Today
 Apr 19 om4r
Josie West
will you still love me
if I don't smile today?
if my tears fall like raindrops
and my world tears at the seams?
if my voice breaks when I talk
and I seek the comfort of dreams?

will you still love me
if I don't cheer up today?
if I sit rigid in silence
and spend the whole day in bed?
if I find solace in cigarettes
and don't keep myself fed?

will you still love me
if I don't laugh today?
if I keep my thoughts hidden
and don't say what I mean?
if I curl up in darkness
and stare at a screen?

will you still love me
if I don't calm down today?
if my patience wears thin
and snaps like a thread?
if my eyes no longer sparkle
and are absent instead?

will you still love me
if I don't smile today?
 Apr 19 om4r
Irate Watcher
I want to be available
to the people who love me.
I want to be there
emotionally, physically, financially.
I want to be their shoulder
their crutch, their solace.
The person who does not drop anything.
I want to give the feeling
of lightness to every being walking this earth.
Every human, creature, and plant
as they grow up fast.
I want to be nutrition,
a steadfast superhuman
so unfazed, so cool-headed.

It infuriates me
that I'm not this person.
It should be so easy to give.
If I just get my **** together,
I've repeated on and off again
the last five years.
But somehow, I always manage
to waste enough time
to get there,
but late.
When I have nothing
left, a hollow person
someone gave too
many tries.

Still, the people I love
tell me I'm wise,
an angel body.
Like they must justify,
who I am,
the imposter
the transient,
always planning,
for when she can
run away again.
_
                   𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜.
                         𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎.
                             𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔,
                                   𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎.

                                   𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.
                                   𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎.
                                 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?
                𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.
𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠.
𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑤.

                                                           ­             𝐈 ꞧꬲ𝐚𝐝 ꝡꜧ𝐚𝐭 ꝡ𝐚ꞩ ꝭꭴꞧꞵꭵ𝐝𝐝ꬲꝴ.
                                                      ­                        𝐈 𝐮ꝴꞓꭴꝟꬲꞧꬲ𝐝 𝐭ꜧꬲꭵꞧ 𝐝ꬲꞓꬲꭵ𝐭.
                                                         ­                                      𝐈 𝐭ꞧꭵꬲ𝐝 𝐭ꭴ ꜧꭵ𝐝ꬲ,
                                                          𝕭­𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊.

𝐈 ꞵꬲꝇꭵꬲꝟꬲ𝐝 𝐈 ꞓꭴ𝐮ꝇ𝐝 ꞵꬲ ꞩ𝐚ꝭꬲ.
ꮦꜧꬲꝩ ꞧꭵꝓꝓꬲ𝐝 𝐚ꝡ𝐚ꝩ ꝳꝩ 𝐝ꭵꞩ𝐠𝐮ꭵꞩꬲ.
𝐌ꝩ ꝡꭴꞧ𝐝ꞩ, 𝐚 ꝭ𝐚𝐭𝐚ꝇ ꝭꝇ𝐚ꝡ.
𝐌ꝩ 𝐭ꜧꭴ𝐮𝐠ꜧ𝐭ꞩ, 𝐝𝐚ꝳꝴꭵꝴ𝐠 ꝓꞧꭴꭴꝭ.

                                     𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴,
                                     𝚈𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙾.
                                       𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳.
                                               𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 IS 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻.

                                      𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴, 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙼𝙴,
                                       𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙻𝚄𝚅.
                                 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 𝟷𝟶𝟷.
                  𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙽 𝙶𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙾𝙼.

                                                      𝑰 𝑭𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩.
                                                       𝑰 𝑺𝙬𝒐𝙧𝒆.
                                                     𝙄 𝙍𝒆𝙨𝒊𝙨𝒕𝙚𝒅.

                                                     ᴬᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ... ᴵ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ.

                                                    2 plus 2 is 4.  

                                                            No.­

                                                    2 plus 2 is 4.

                                                         Wrong.

                                                    2 plus 2 is 4.

                                                           Lies.

                                                    2 plus 2 is 5.

War is peace.  
                            Freedom is slavery.

                                                       ­            IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.

                                                    ᴹʸ­ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ.
                                                  ᴹʸ ᶠᶦᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵏⁿᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ.
                                                  ᴴᵉʳᵉ­, ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᶦⁿˢᵃⁿᶦᵗʸ.
                                                   No oₙe eₛcᵃpₑs.
                                            Evᵉn aᶠtₑr bₑlᶦeᵥiⁿg tʰe lᶦeₛ.
                                             Wᵢnˢtₒn was nₑvᵉr aˡiᵥe.
                                           N̸̗̰̝͙̽͌͒̉̎̀̀̈́̓̈́ô̷̧̲̠͊͗͊̎͐͝w̷̧͚͉͎̤͍̳̙̝̃̓̄̄̈́͂̎̓ t̴̯̼̺̘̐̑̀̏͋̊̔ḧ̶̢̧̦̣̫́̌͂à̶͓̞̽̈́̎ţ̷̗͎̞̄̊̉̐ Į̶̨̩͙̬̤̹͕̽ͅ’̷̯͎͕̟̩̟͕̜̣̉̄̋͜l̵͎͗l̵̨̛̞̙̣͔̈́̚ b̸͎̻̤̤̻͉̙̬̣͇̐ȩ̴̨̹̳͔̪́̊̋̅̀͘͜͠͠ v̴̱̰̹͖̠̪̻̔́͜a̸̡͖̲̽̿͑̍̕ͅp̸̻͂̀̾͆́͋̽́́͐o̸̖͖͇̘̾̈́̌͝͝r̶̛̞͎̃̈͒i̷̡̲͙̍̀z̴͂­̯̓͊̇͝͝e̴͉̺̘͎̹̼̫̫̾̓̄̚͜d̷̛͉͈̭̖̟́̍͊͐̚͠.̴̧̨̼̫̹̋͐̊̊͜͠ͅ



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