What has happened
To the masses
Trying to pretend
We're put into classes
Does it really matter
Who you partner with?
To whom you have a natter?
What advice you give?
Are all lives the same?
Don't you want peace?
Maybe no one's to blame
For past atrocities
These egg shells are weak
Careful where you walk
They act so unique
sensitivity as you talk
To quote Raye the singer
In her classic hit
Society is an index finger
Pushed against your lips
Afraid to speak
Afraid to post a view
To walk the streets
With attacks from the few
We’re manufactured girls,
designed to be beautiful and pointless.
Everything we tell you has to be true,
we feel we can open up to you.
We’re decorated and prepared for sacrifice.
We can touch your tender isolation
and reinforce your inadequate truths.
We can mirror your internal struggles
and help you shape your damnation.
You’ve caressed our powerless distress
a thousand times, with sleep's dark hands.
Don’t feel your destroying something beautiful
You know, when privately accessible
in the darkness of your man cave
our soft, immediate shapes
excuse extraordinary behavior.
That’s all we want.
.
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A song for this:
Genesis. by RAYE
I'm writing you this poem
Just to say
Thank you for.making
Me happy everyday ,
I've never felt this kind of love
I never thought I ever would,
I'm so proud to call you my man
That's because I know I.can,
When I'm with you
I get butterflys and my heart sinks
I know were forever
We have strong links,
I also know what we share
Will never fade away
That's because we love each
Other more and more everyday.
You may recall our worries for the two.
We needed prayers for them when they were new.
They have turned into active little girls.
With matching big brown eyes and bouncing curls.
Sweet Avis Jean and happy Raye Kristine
Are just the brightest pair I’ve ever seen.
Only their Mom and Dad know which is which.
They do not need witch costumes to bewitch.
They recently had birthday number two
And now think there is nothing they can’t do.
Although she cannot tell the two apart,
They truly are in charge of Grandma’s heart.
( I checked on line 2 to see if prayers could possibly be counted as two. It is not. So each line has ten syllables.
A.re you real?
L.et me feel you.
I.llusions of longing is killing me.
R.eally what must I do?
A.llow me the chance to love you.
Y.ou will never meet a more sincere passionate man such as I!
E.cstacy from the slightest touch while looking into my eye!
Is age to hard to overcome, to hard for a
Sweet young relationship to develop?
Already, chemistry, this inspiring
Gift sent here for me.
Enticing me...
Now age, a problem the
Older you become. young temptresses
Teasing, taunting my male urges.
His monster in hibernation, please that
Is where it must remain. I
Need to know, is it real, is my
Gift real, you!!!!
Beautiful you, inspiring me
Under your influence, i'm your dope fiend.
Trying, your aura, your wonderful personality.
"Age nothing but a number"
Number one in my book, this young lady who.
Understands my hidden
Meanings, an inspirational
Being. another muse, sent
Eccentric, along my life journey.
Rousing a long deep thought.
This thought inspired by
Lexi Raye Matheny......
Jared Pickett
9/9/09
Asavvy1
Baby Girl When your touching me
you make my world feel so complete.
You know exactly what to do
so I won't stop loving you.
When I see your smiling face
my whole world disintegrates.
Now I know just who I am,
where I'm going, where I've been.
All I have is just one wish...
To hold you close and never forget
what we have and what we shared.
Why the hell was I so scared?
To make you my wife, to give you my ring,
To hold you in my arms once more.
May I ask you one question
Will you say ok
Will you be my wife Karly Raye?
I am 16 years old
And I like to have fun
I wasn't loved by my father
He only loved his other wives son
I have so much love to give
But so little to take
For I cannot trust
I was abused and hurt
I was absolutly treated like dirt
But I am finding love
And how it works
I now have friends that I didn't
Have before
Their names are:
Jacob Wolf
Samantha Watts
Ed Owens
David Gray
Catia Davis
Kyle Perkins
John Loving iii
And John who's last name I cannot spell
I live in Ohio
My name is Alexandria Raye Matheny
I cut cause I have nothing left
I have a brother and a mom
My father abused me
He was just like a ticking
That's all for now
I'll have more for you later
Now go have some fun
Just promise me not to be a r. . .