I do not know what to say to you

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twinkyx33
I do not know what to say to you
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I was trying to work things out,
boy what will I do without your smile,
you’re the one that makes the day worthwhile,
‘cause I don’t know what I will do when you’re not around,
boy I don’t know what to say to you,
it’s like everything between us two is getting boring now,
& things don’t seem to be working out,
I don’t wanna cry no more, I don’t wanna be that stupid girl,
I don’t wanna live my life with stupid lies,
I wanna be alone it’s better being on my own,
I could learn from my mistakes, take a step, and take the chance,
to become a better girl and that’s just the way it’s gonna be ..

800 Bricks

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Fernando Mendes Lima Moura
800 Bricks
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On the backs of the mountains
In little wiggly houses
Their life and their samba live
The children, men and women
Which will in the mud swim

The mud that runs down so strong
And that stops by luck alone
For the absence of a wall
Against the water’s pure storm

Those of them who survive will
Because of the brown flood scream

And all that will then changed be
Are over 800 bricks
Of cement red so vainly.

Red Bug

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Fernando Mendes Lima Moura
Red Bug
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I saw many adventures
Of a tiny insect,
On every single night,
On every single day.

With simple overtures,
Which people could expect,
Yet, still causing delight.

A man whose heart is pure
And always so direct,

With so little power,
Mostly gets himself wrecked
Fighting for what is right.
A hero so humane
That he often fails

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We are Who we are!

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Destiny
We are Who we are!
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Always felt different
Always looked different
From everybody else
Others stare
Others gossip
tall, short
thin, thick
ugly, pretty
everyone is beautiful
I believe
the lord made us this way
for a reason
be ourselves
some may like different things
others like unique things
but…..
We are Who we are!
No one changes that!

Little Fires

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Wachinagi
Little Fires
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I walk the empty streets of a mind that was once my own, everything there seemingly reflections of myself. 
Seeing reflections of my past lives that weren’t really mine.  I never lived them and they don’t know me. 
Rain falling steady.  Am I dancing?  Or am I just wet…?

I want to read a dictionary, so I can remember my words. 
I can buy an expensive word, and I can forge and mold it into a rubber stamp. 
I can stamp that word all over town, I can use my blood as ink and we’ll paint the town red. 
What heavy burden waits around the next turn?

Take this back, take me back, take that back.  I’ve been given something. 
I got it as a gift, I lost the receipt, can I exchange it for complacency?

Am I becoming what I hate most, or have I just gotten better at hating myself?

Little fires little fires, glowing embers in my brain.
Pecans, dates, and spider bites.  Spider bits.  Perhaps a little bit of something I once was…
Little bits little bites little fires in my brain
Little glowing memories that won’t burn away.

My insanity does tend to keep me company most nights.  The opened doors beg to be closed, the holes beg to be filled.  Everything has a purpose, every item a use.  Fires are meant to burn themselves out. 

Grim ash is all I want to see.  Bathed in gray, veiled in neutrality. 
I can’t even get near that gray peace, the intense heat holds me at arms length.  I must wait.  Have to wait

Wait for my little fires
Wait for our glowing past
Wait for my burning mind
To just burn itself away.