She sings like the wind
Like wolves howl at the moon
Sunflowers spring from her throat
A single star in a winter sky
With the voice of the Empress, The Lord most high
She is in danger, But she is not ...
My life began again
When I made the first move
I had been stuck for so long
I had lost my groove
One step, two step,
Three step, four
That movement gained momentum
And opened a door
The doorway led me...
Drifting through the morning mist I've got you on my brain
The Sun was breaking through the clouds, but the vibes felt like rain
Feeling you here with me like flames kissing the air
You know we aren't...
She received a hollowing out.
A hollowing of the soul.
What had filled it is gone.
A new soul to be filled.
Filled by choices.
Fill it with good.
Line upon line.
Inspired by the movement, is inspired by K, which is inspired by me, and one think movement steady change.
Where I’m from it’s like the jungle and I’m the prey, Like back in the day, when Harriet Tubm...
All beings are inevitably subjected to a life of continuous movement.
From the day of our birth to the final moment our heart stops beating.
We can't escape it and we sure can't change it.
Everyone has a dream of some sort.
Some dreams are amazing.
Some are grand and seem unachievable.
Some are mind blowing and beautiful.
Others seem so trivial and almost not like a dream.
No matter how...
We can’t always control things that’s true but you can handle everything about you
You can control who you give of your love you can even keep it inside like your secret when push comes to shove
Somehow humans are naturally cautious
in which direction we steer,
Because one quick and brutal turn can change that special feature in the mirror. We're told our whole lives
to go after our dreams,
That thing you do when no one is looking That thing that comforts you That thing that gives you pure joy That thing you run to when you don’t know what else to do That thing that gives you life instea...
Our beginning is a fan favorite
We laugh every time it’s told
It shows how we started
And it’ll never get old
We’ve had our moments
When drama caused us pain
We each made our choices
I spend my days wandering the area.
Hunting for food
Roaming for warmth
I'm just reintroduced to my ancestors' ways.
I sometimes notice some brethren
With embraces and accessories clinging to them
I pray and I don’t feel like anyone or anything is listening. Why is everything still the same? Overwhelmed from overworking, disorganized and confused, I just need to lay down. Maybe I just need some...
Magnate with morals. Powerful with principle.
Covert with opulence. Overt with rituals. Broadcast the process. Magnify fruit. Solid foundation. The cornerstone is the truth.
Controversial stance. Cons...
sweet honeyed blood
and a door slammed just too softly—
i lay on the floor,
choking on my desire,
realizing my failure
and my success.
and are lonely
With a soft tender and ambient glow The flame begins to grow.
The fire is fierce You always know.
Candlelight’s find a way to flow to a place that touches your soul.
Never letting it leave a hole.
When I say I don’t have time for relationships anymore, what I mean is I don’t have time for:
Those “Come Thru, just so I can use you because I’m lonely” type of...
What do you call it?
That thing deep within the recess of your mind?
But it's something. It's there. Its always been there. Loud, wild and radiant in your youth. Back when it shon...