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As he weighed me down with sweaty flesh,

crushing my chest with heavy regret,

I thought of you.

As he imposed onto me all his sins,

then forced a win by forcing in,

I thought of you.

As my body was tainted, accepted as payment;

a stranger my claimant,

I thought of you.

As he scarred my soul under his death-grip hold,

rendered my....

062/365

Some feelings last longer than others...
-VQ

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People hate pain; loathe its existence in this world
They wish Pandora hadn’t opened that box
Or Eve hadn’t eaten that apple
After all, didn’t curiosity kill the cat?
But enough of that.
I welcome Pain, he is no stranger
He visits all the time which leaves no room for Anger
He surprises me sometimes and JUMPS out at me
Chasing me into choke holds, tag-teaming me with Agony
After them, in waltzes Sorrow all cool and nonchalant
Joy lingering behind him, her presence serves to haunt
Peace becoming frustrated decides to up and leave
Storming out the house accidentally dropping keys
Misery, loving the company, is slick and picks them up
Takes a sip of salty tears then finishes her cup
And what do you know? It’s just my luck
Laughter bids me farewell and hops in his truck
Love is a bit more patient but by now she’s had enough
Her distaste replaced by Hate whose attitude is tough
Alas! No one’s noticed but in comes the one and only!
All sluggish and weary, last but not least, its Lonely!
They said they’re going to be staying for a while,
And with all the strength I could, I muster up a smile
“Sure,” I say. I really don’t mind anyway…
Because Happiness is quick to leave but Pain is here to stay

061/365

Spiteful gains and scattered brains.

Who is to blame for the insanity?

Societal indecencies revealing

discrepancies in the system,

no discipline for the rich one.

The top percentile pushing

poor policies placating the

penniless, testing their

willingness to survive.

Placing pressure on people

to take pills to chill, take pills

to feel, take pills to sit still.

Spinning wheels going nowhere

fast, running from reality.

Lost in the fast-paced race for

substantiality. Chasing shallow

dreams with meaningless endings.

Breaking and bending moral codes

to travel filthy roads for the

prospect of profit. False prophets

promising bright futures for the

obedient who oblige the big dogs

by indulging in the madness.

060/365

It's never too late to learn...

-VQ

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Swimming in a sea of emotions and I’m drowning.

I never learned how to properly swim.

I always half-assed, doggy-paddled and

pulled myself through, barely making it, by the

skin of my teeth. I never practiced. I never tried

to learn. I guess I always expected someone to take

on the burden and teach me, or simply save me.

To throw me a life line when it all was just too much

for me. Until I became so co-dependent on others to

pull me out of the murky abyss – that I never learned

how to properly swim. I can skate, dance, and trample

over the waves crashing down around me, but what

good are any of those things when you are drowning?

I panic and gasp once I realize that, alas, I’m doing it

all wrong. I know that I am capable and I’m certain

that I’m strong, but it’s all for naught if I never learn

how to properly swim. It must come from within. It

doesn’t matter if I’m surrounded by boats and

scapegoats, I’ll only be grasping onto false hope with

no real mechanisms to cope if I don’t learn

how to properly swim.

059/365

Don't even bother with shaming yourself, society does that enough for you...

-VQ

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Forbidden fruits luring

Tempting with ripeness

Promises of eruptions

Of sugary volcanoes and

Explosions of sweetness

On yearning tongues

Bound by unseen chains

Damnation if broken free

Forcing inhibitions on the

Innocent sent to hell on a

Whim; accusations of sin

Prohibition of pleasure

Making saints into sinners

058/365

"I said: But, why you stuck?" - lil wayne

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Feel free to be assertive

But don’t talk to me too tough

I want to play with all your toys

But I won’t let you touch my stuff

Whisper me your secrets

Let me peer within

But you can’t read my diary

There’s a password to get in

I would if I could share it

But then I’d have to kill you after

It’s for your own protection

But then I brush you off with laughter

Go ahead and cry about it

But I don’t want you to be hurt

Give me all your soothing words

But with you I shall be curt

Where do you think you’re going?

But I’m not asking for too much

I just want to bask in all your glory

But without treating you as such

057/365

You know the saying...

-VQ

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Her hair was irritatingly long and silky, adorned in gaudy jewels that ran down her luxurious locks bedazzling onlookers with undeniable beauty. It was quite obvious that she was of upper class blood and yet she often paraded around the market posing as a savant of the unfortunate. The way she would bow at peasants with feigned humility knowing full and well she, nor her family, would ever allow one to so much as stroll up to their front gates without sending them away with an upturned nose and a distasteful scowl. Everyone knew that only the cream of the crop was allowed the privilege of merriment with the Harlows; the crème’ de la crème’ and nothing less.

She visited the dress shop every Sunday religiously, accompanied by one of their burly bodyguards. With fists the size of boulders and a thunderous voice booming behind her there wasn’t a single civilian who dared cross her path without invitation. The visits usually consisted of those big men shooing away dirty beggars while she sauntered through the crowd, smiling apologetically whenever someone reached out to…

056/365

Slaughter them with words that kill the soul and puncture the heart, but never use the devil's hands...

-VQ

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I am an assassin.

My boss? A heart. My heart.

The center of my sentiments;

the reason for all my missions.

I am armed and dangerous.

Where do I get my weapons from?

A brain. My brain, who was trained

by my boss on how to use these deadly

weapons to take down my targets.

I am driven: determined to eliminate

               enemies and those…

055/365

Home sweet home...

-VQ

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Rough edges hiding

A poor man stuck in limbo

A city of bricks

Where dreams slowly die

Quicksand for the weak minded

There is no escape

Zombies roam the streets

Ravenous for their next fix

Ignorance is bliss

Fueled by resentment

Poverty breeding madness

Senseless killing sprees

Sticky fingers grasp

At invisible lifelines

False hope pushing dope

054/365

When constantly wearing a mask gets tiring .... -VQ 

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No mercy for a pitiful soul

Too many lies told to unfold

A tangled weave to behold 

Truth priceless; spun of gold 

Putting on airs getting old 

053/365

Sex itself isn't a sin. Sharing it with the wrong person, however; is....

-VQ

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As the sun lays down to sleep

The sky doth open up to weep

Nourishing the seeds of lust

Craving touch on tender busts

Gentle winds ruffling silky hair

Caressing breasts so full and bare

Smooth skin longs for soft pink lips

Tracing passion trails down eager hips

Curves wait hungrily for exploration

The yearning sparking desperation

Consequences ignored from contemplation

Willingly giving in to my temptation 

052/365

It seems silly but it's serious…
-VQ

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I vow never to imprison my breasts in a bra ever again for they have done nothing to deserve the shame that comes along with bearing them. It is not my fault that society has overly sexualized my chest to the point where they are more acceptable as a man’s play things than for the nourishment of our children, therefore; I shall set them free. I will no longer torture them with padded walls and sharp silver linings stabbing at my rib cage like electric prods to cattle: demanding them- forcing them to stay inside. Thick tight straps wrapping around my back like a straitjacket, an expensive cancer-causing contraption contrived around lies to constrict and confine us. To smother our essence, to add shame to our natural beauty. And all this commotion over some fatty tissue and a…

051/365

Let go of what you think you know to make room for what you don't...

-VQ

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Blinding sparks of light then total blankness. Not the black abyss of darkness that one descends during unconsciousness, but the bright and piercing white of awareness that one experiences when slamming into sudden awareness. It stings on impact, sharp shrills ricochet off skull walls sending ripples of pain surging between eye sockets. Her face is buried in her hands desperate for relief from the shock. The sparks fizzle out to specks as vision is regained and pain subsides to a dull ache.

The scenery doesn’t seem to change much despite her newfound sense of clarity. Everything around her is painted a colorless hue. The lack of pigmentation in the room is stunning; knocking the wind out of her chest as her brain attempts to grasp hold of reality. Her head turns up towards an all-white ceiling melting into white washed walls all the way down onto bleached floorboards. A snow-white carpet rests under a white metal table blending perfectly against its backdrop, nearly invisible to the naked eye.

Dropping to her knees she sobs pathetically, confusion outlining her expression. Thoughts flood in rapidly consuming her with panic. Any idea of where she could possibly be, is eliminated by the fact that there are no windows in sight. She gasps at the realization, walls closing in on her with every breath that is…

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In certain circumstances, you must choose a side.....

-VQ

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“Magic exists on a spectrum from light to dark; white to black. In between the two lies many shades of grey. The rules are quite simple: choose a side and choose wisely. If you’re bred of malevolence and possess an innate lust for darkness, then by all means dabble in what your little black heart desires. That is IF, of course, you’re able to endure the reciprocity of your vile acts times three.”

Murmurs rise from the small gathering of girls huddled together like a murder of crows beneath the star strewn night. Eager eyes grow wide, painted with a mixture of fear and awe.

“Judging from the looks on your faces, I don’t believe any of you are ready to have your own demons come hunting you down demanding reparations. When you call upon negative energies to do your bidding they oblige for that is the nature of their wickedness. But it is also the reason why every deal will come attached with a hefty, hefty price to pay.”

The girls exchange nervous glances. A mousy haired girl with speckled frames and a high-pitched squeal to match waves her hand in the air erratically.

“Lady Kaida?” she pleads for the mentor’s attention.

“Yes Damiana.”

“Why would anyone in their right mind want to practice black magic?” Giggles erupt from the gaggle. She shoots them all reprimanding glares before continuing on, “I mean… if there are so many consequences to using it then why does it exist? Why do people even bother?”

“Settle down ladies. That’s a perfectly fair question Damiana. Black magic is said to be of immense power to its beholder, granting them unlimited access to the world’s darkest secrets. Some people are willing to suffer for what they want rather than achieve it nobly. Driven by an insatiable thirst for conquest. Others are simply so far gone in their evil that they cannot dwell in the light; outcasted by the darkness of their own shadows.”

“So why don’t they just do white magic instead? Then no one would get hurt…right?” A hint of hesitation in her voice as she asked.

Someone sucks their teeth loudly. A lanky girl with a fiery red pixie cut saunters up from the back of the crowd. Its clear that she’s not new by the…

049/365

When words just aren't enough...

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Empty promises

Contracts too tarnished to keep

Mistrusting eyes weep 

Remorse serves no purpose for the dead. It is merely a cushion for the living, too laden with guilt to cope...

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Songbirds whine their tortured tunes, weary wings illuminated by the glow of the moonlight. Sad sounds resonate off the chamber walls of broken hearts. Heavy feet drag reluctantly along the winding dirt road kicking up dust with every step. Sullen sunken faces hang low buried in bountiful bouquets, emblems of guilt and pity. Forlorn forms traveling treacherous paths to thrones of bones. The weight of the burden beats down on brittle backs forcing them to their knees. They collapse at the sites of empty vessels lying in everlasting slumber. Tears moisten the earth as is customary, slipping from tired eyes onto welcoming soil.

They shout pathetically at a most loving God, angrily accusing him of foul play. Daring to question his purpose. They spit up at the face of the divine and stupidly wonder what hath deceived them when the spittle falls right back down landing painfully on their pupils. The infliction of blinding justice. Wracked with…

047/365

Who are they?...

-VQ

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They control everything we see, everything we hear, and everything we feel, therefore; our minds are theirs. Theirs for the taking because they birthed our brains so they can do what they want with them. Their intellectual (ignorant rather) property. But, at some point in our olives we must choose to break the chains and check ourselves. Stop and ask ourselves where we get our ideals from? Do they sit well with us? And do we really agree with them?

When we’re younger we just swallow the information that is fed to us and regurgitate it. Because that’s what we’re taught the moment we enter the...

046/365

The reason was treason...

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His loyalty is questionable. He’s a shifty-eyed bugger and those are the types who end up trying to do me in. Jealousy is a real thing, you know. A living breathing organism that feeds off insecurity and self-doubt until the massive weight of its consumption crushes its host flat. A burden too heavy to bear. That explains his slender frame as of late. I recall him being a lot heftier a few weeks ago. When, oh when, did he fall prey to this illness?!

How I hate it when they must go this way! I liked him too! I really did. My meals always brought in with a skip and a hopeful smile. “Morning Miss Sunshine, got you something good today,” he would say as he carefully placed the tray in front of me. I don’t have much of an appetite and he knows it, but he tries anyway. No one wants a weak leader. A sensitive little fellow, I reassure him that God granted me these powers for a reason. That an immortal does not need trivial things such as food to survive.

He shifts his feet nervously, most likely out of embarrassment for his ignorance, “Right…right. Well I’m just here to make sure you’re ok. If you need anything just let me know”.

I touch my hand to his chest, the sparks of magic flickering off my fingertips. He gasps at the impact.

“No contact!” Another one of my guard yells out from the other side of the room ready to dash to my defense if this mortal so much as blows in my direction.

“At ease,” I withdraw my hand folding my arms in front of…

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Work on loving yourself and building yourself up before you drag someone else along on your incomplete journey… -VQ 

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Sometimes it’s not that two people aren’t meant to be together. Sometimes it just means they shouldn’t be together right now. That there are things they must first acknowledge and address within themselves before they can go around mixing their scattered energies with someone else’s. Scattered energy can be scarring if you are not careful. It can leave unintentional wounds, breaking even the strongest of people. It is quite difficult to enjoy the prospect of a new connection when you have not yet disconnected from the previous one. In that regard, you are still very much carrying those unwanted frequencies into your new relationship, which will inevitably collide forces and cause disruptions in the signals you emit.

One must quiet the storm within before they can hope for sunny days. Brighter days await those willing to work for them. Some people choose to ignore the weather. Letting it rain on their parade and forcing themselves to smile through the discomfort instead of…

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Purge yourselves of every lie you've been force fed. Feel the enlightenment of the truth...

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Democracy is hypocrisy
A front of false fairness
Majority doesn’t rule here
The minority moves the masses
The one percent decide the fate
of this perilous place
A small few born into superiority
Bred to climb over the backs of their less
than fortunate brethren to stay up
Money is the motive
True power lies only in the hands of those
with fat wallets and greedy hearts
Who partake in the psychological warfare
Secretly enjoying the divide between
them and the disadvantaged
Appreciating the space and security it
gives them at the top of the food chain
Manipulation at its finest
Mind control so deep
To refer to us as the minority
So that we always feel so weak
Covering the trails of tyranny with
Lies and pretenses of hope
Pushing the power of the vote
like dope
Starved minds indulge and choke