When Are They Not Soft For Each Other?

I wish...

Who are you?

I knew you once,

But now you’ve changed so much.

I loved you once,

But now all I can see is flaws.

You look like someone I should know,

But your so different now.

You were once my reflection,

But now your a stranger.

I don’t feel like I’m living anymore,

Just watching from the sidelines.

No longer participating in my own life,

Just playing a game.

Make the right choices,

Move forward, and complete the day.

What happened to the old me?

The one that loved life?

The one who was happy?

The one who wasn’t a lie,

The one before everything.

Now I am different person,

Pretending to be the same.

Acting the same,

Sounding the same,

So they won’t notice.

You were once my reflection,

But now I can’t even recognize who you are.

I’ve lost you in the chaos,

I wish I could find you.

I wish I could love you.

I wish I didn’t have to lie anymore.

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This was just something I wrote quickly. I’ve been feeling pretty down for they past few months? Years? It’s been so long I don’t really know anymore. Anyway, I thought I’d just share it.

- Angel😇

*hears noises at night*: well this is it this is the end for me I had a good life

*gets shampoo in my eyes*: I guess I'm blind now how am I ever going to see my first born child

*heart is beating fast*: I think I am having a heart attack is this what cardiac arrest is

*a cop walks by*: here I go about to get arrested I probably murdered someone

*taking a test*: don't take your eyes off of this paper you will get caught cheating and get kicked out of school and amount to nothing

*gets a sunburn*: great now I have skin cancer how will I tell my parents

*tripping over something*: I guess my leg will have to be amputated why did this happen to me

*period is late*: shit i'm pregnant i'm the next virgin mary

Masks

You look beautiful in your fancy dress

And your elaborate mask.

You talk to those around you

With such confidence.

Your head held high

As you saunter into the room full of people.

An air of confidence surrounds you.

Diamonds, sapphires and gold

Are all bursting with extravagance

A drink elegantly held in your hand

As you take delicate sips.

But, as soon as the affair is over

All confidence is gone.

The elaborate mask falls

And all is left is the fabricated elegance

And the forced confidence.

The dress now loses its beauty

The diamonds, sapphires and gold

Lose their meaning,

Now nothing more than rocks.

All of this is a well portrayed façade

Brought on with ease for each event.

All of your masks are a little different,

Though they share one similarity;

They are never the same.

The only thing that remains constant,

Is the fact that it is all fake.

And no one knows.

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I wrote this a little while ago, and I honestly don’t really think it is that great but I was urged to share it. Also, when it says “affaire” it means a get together, not what messing around behind your partners back.

— Angel 😇❤️

Diamonds in her eyes, Taylor Swift polishes up real nice in one of her most delightful works yet - Bejeweled!

Coming soon to a theatre near you!

Bejeweled imagined as an old movie, poster designs by me

(please do not repost, thank you!)

You should share this for people in DC and close to you!!

Black Community we have to be careful. Protect our Girls! Spread this! 

This is so true. Does anyone else do this…… no? Well I'm just weird than

you don't understand, I'm Aromantic

You'll always have me.

That's what you say,

You don't understand

You'll always have me,

But I won't have you,

You'll get married and have a life with someone else,

Sure I'll be there on the sidelines of life,

Watching you grow.

but I won't always have you.

You can wake up in their arms,

And kiss them good morning.

I will wake up to the limp arms of my bedsheets tangled around my body,

In a mock sort of hug.

You'll grow old together,

Experience life together,

And I can watch.

Growing old with no one but myself.

Sure,

You'll always be my friend,

And I will always love you,

but I will never be with you.

“The fruit was never an apple”

Max Svabinsky, (1873-1962)

“In Paradise” circa 1918

Hey.

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Stop scrolling for a minute.

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Your existence matters. 

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You being here makes the world a better place. 

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You deserve good things.

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You’ll be okay.

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I love you very much.

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