Hush little Sammy, don’t say a word
Your brother’s gonna make sure you don’t get hurt
And when flames burn above your head
Your brother’s gonna do what your father said
And when sleep turns you still and cold
Your brother’s gonna save you with his soul
And if the devil takes control
Your brother’s gonna help you break his hold
And when your soul is ripped from you
Your brother’s gonna make sure to fix that too
Hush, little Sammy, don’t you cry
Your brother’s always there right by your side
And when Death told you to end all things
Your brother found a way to give you wings
I just decided to add music and a melody to it.
I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT!
j.s.h. (via s-29)
It wasn’t raining the day you left,
and maybe that’s why I didn’t see this coming.
Because it’s always raining in poems
decides to call it quits,
but with you,
it was mostly just an empty sky.
You told me we were both loaded guns
with no targets left to shoot at,
and that it was time to love in softer ways.
I pray the words don’t leave me the way you did.
Too much quiet and no thunder to warn
about the way I’ll start counting
the earth’s rotations wondering if I am really
going somewhere or not.
Turns out I don’t need your weight
on top of me for the planet
to tilt from the enormity of what lives underneath my skin.
Turns out it takes almost ten minutes
for the sun to reach out far enough to hold my hand
from where she’s singing
and even less time
when no one’s standing in my way.
Y.Z, Maybe it’s up to me to find the light this time (via rustyvoices)
Female privilege is getting to claim a headache to avoid sex.
Female oppression is having to claim physical illness to avoid sex because men won’t take a simple fucking “no” for an answer.
Female oppression is men being so entitled that they think being denied sex is oppressive.
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
W. S. Merwin, “Separation” (via perfect)