You look in your mirror,
And you hate what you see.
But you look at your phone's screen
And you love who you appear to be.
To people that you've never seen
But you think that you know.
Because of what...
They try to shut us down- make us go silently,
But we will not conform to society.
Will make our voices heard, Won't let it pass quietly.
March on solemnly as an act of sobriety,
Make this fight publi...
I rather be broke than a slave to an identity, shuffling and jiving
only this time in well pressed clothes
cleverly cloaking my pain, my authenticity
You're too slow!
Written and read
By Allen Ginsberg
The YouTube version, you know
The crowd laughs uproariously
Is it meant to be funny?
I don't think it's funny
We coulda been empty together
through pores sweat insanity, approaching great lands and establishing Sovereignty, but our violent nature beckons days to live in infamy
and entire powers corrupted by the simple lure of vi...
Sometimes life is a picture,
A reflection in a window passing by.
The shadow of a passenger on a train,
Throw it into the wind and watch it fly.
Sometimes life is a single tear,
It opens up like a bottle and the bubbles just come pouring out from the top.
It's like a an adrenaline rush going through my veins, kinda like a street car racing the streets.
She has tried it all. She tried being good. She tried being kind. Tried being selfless. Tried doing and being it all. Born with a big heart and a naive soul, the harder she tried to make it all happen...
Acid rain Polluted purgatory.
Paperback memories the world is not the same.
Innocent eyes, circles and scars no visions or dreams.
All is shattered by adulthood lies.
What we have learned has been tau...
Tribes, my mind is tribes
Sometimes at war, sometimes peace,
Sometimes influenced by others,
By gods, flawed and uneternal, But always alone, unfettered, untamed except by the weather. My dreams are m...
The Magazine presents serene faces that scream of success Posed actress who has crafted beauty out of the mess we are born into
Eyes can't see through the disguise so untrue to how internal battles ra...
Savage was what they called their prisoners that they so heartlessly bound
savage was the name they said onto the brown and red people who lived off the earth
they had no sense of civility, they thoug...
Move on, Mr Society.
The black sheep amongst many the white sheep,
Is this the truth?
I felt it
In my gut and my heart.
You white sheep though,
You are also tainted
but in red,
A complete refutation on the whole festival, oneness, all in it together, illusion just to sell the tickets,
and provide the fake return when really, it’s just an excuse
but who am I to judge when rea...
Her name flows as rhythmically as her shifting currents
She is timeless
She cannot be defined
She cannot be confined
to a mere remnant of colonial conquest
She is rich
she is pure
her very body made u...