what makes me

what makes me cry
what makes me smile
what makes me wake
what do I stake
to feel...happy

what makes me change
what makes me arrange
all the particles of my hearrt
to eat right
and never fight
for whats wrong

what makes me dream
and what makes me seem
real

what makes me scared
and what makes me bare
to the soul of tired war

what makes me free
what makes me me
what makes me become
the woman i want to be

what makes me hope
i just wana cope
with all that i wana make true
with you
what makes me forget

what makes me remember
what makes me remember

what makes me never surrender

so 4rth and I feel wonderful
how many times have i tried to
a million or really when you think about it

none
ive never tried

POW_the beautiful sudanese woman

Picture of Words _ The Beautiful sudanese woman - between dreams and reality

vast debt

Dreaming is dangerous filled with beautiful lights and miraculous extensions of anything you want happening
I dream so much of you of a night with butterflies and satin of table cloths freshly linened and white
of us white and new
dreaming is dangerous for dreams need power energy and electricity lighting my whole heart with infusion of hope
like a bad remedy I live on the extremities of thinking about you and imagining you near me and iwth me like one
dancing living
dreaming is timeless even though each second i run out of time to conjure more
its like i am poverished as all my wealth has gone to creat you our image our smiles our love
it holds me and breaks me the amount of  beauty it casts
dreaming is the death of real for no longer am i real without you
I canot breathe without you
i cannot do anything without you
i love you so much I can barely breathe
dreaming is a fanasy like an addiction my whole body aches
but the pain is black crystal like a new mercedes benz
i ......dream wwithout accident but the consequence is vast debt

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out there

Out there i want to be
brave
powerful
kind
good
forgiven
proud
unashamed
modest........
God I am not modest at all
tragic
my pain is all out of lack of modesty
not for anyone but for me
for me 

jealous to be better

I know  Iam at fault just like with everything
but sometimes I canot help but think its not fair
I
am a good person
stubborn and a little mena
but i am a good person
and ive always been more kinder
its just sometimes i cant help being angry being annoyed wanting change
wanting a better understanding from you from them
and sometimes i think all i want is to be better
ya Rab i want to be btter
i want
not to be at fault al lthe time
suddenly i feel second
but then ive always been in second place right?
i feel awful
dow n
that i am the cause of this downess
i should be better because i have a better heart
but i have no idea how to show it to you
i wish you couuld see it
that girl dreaming in the picture with satin dantelle and flowers of crystal beads
so soft so elegant
so clean
so pure
so yours
so true
the dream i can barely touch it tho
i wish i could touch that dream like i can touch my tears
i wish i could show you my love my desires
my fears
why i am like this why i am not like that
i wish that i wasnt invisible
misunderstood
weak
all the time
i wish i could show
you
  and then maybeyou would change your mind
abotu the way i think
and the way  i look
and things would be alright and right

forever

thoughts of today

Nice thought for the day
I pray and pary
to feel right and look right from in the inside out
Ya Rab
help me today, tommorow and everyday
help me so i can say
that everyday
i good when i am with you
even if bad news
i am happy that I am alive and not a woman of broken bolts
Ya Rab I ask your permission to smile and be better
and I ask you to forgive me
for that is the only thing t hat can make me trully happy