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World's Best TravelerIn my room, I travel the worldWorld's Best Traveler by ~livdrummer
I go from country to country
Continent to continent.
All in a matter of minutes
I have seen the great stars of Hollywood,
I have seen the Eiffel tower,
I have seen Dollywood,
I have the power,
In my room I live a life of luxury,
With only the most exquisite friends and clothes required,
The best imagination offered,
In my room I live as an artist
I live as a lawyer, and doctor too.
I heal the sick, the bored,
The empty and the blue.
There is no leaving my room ever,
Because of which I am fabulous now,
In my room forever.
What is Wrong with this World: A Response ArticlePlease watch the following video before reading the following article.What is Wrong with this World: A Response Article by ~livdrummer
Stand Up (a link to courage)
Seriously, think about it.
How come, perfectly normal people,
Cry themselves to sleep at night.
How is that, these beautiful girls, are passing out pictures of their cleavage like candy,
And expect respect?
But on the other hand, how could you call a kid a faggot, and then support those “adorable gays”
Do you all KNOW what you are saying?
There is power behind words.
There are also emotions.
My literature teacher once told me that "every
rock bottomshe threw her body into walls
for a bit of silence,bit of violence
to dedicate her soul to shadows,
for the darkness,
for the darkness drew her jealous safety
in a box
in an iron cage--
she talked to moving cracks in plaster
broke her back with the heaviness
of rage. the shadows spurred her heartbeat
(will it fast, will it faster --
someday it's got to stop.)
the darkness crawled inside her
crawled inside, always always there
she tried to purge ghosts from her throat
tried to purge the monsters from her veins
but in the rain
of blood and dark
here we were, the flitting sparks beneath her and
floundering and hounded, she stumbled
and she fell
but with intention.
beckons her and writhes in her attention, in her
focus but she chose us over darkness, because
upon her landing she had realized, she realized
there's hope but not in arms of shadows
and there's bravery in light.