Euphoria Euphoria Suleiman Suleiman Lets get out again, Escaping all we're good for, On the vacuum we travel, Moving like a parallelogram, All motion and no heart, The beginning dictated to the burning end of something so invensonuble, That CCTV can't record how it starts Hoods up, mum down, don't come amongst us, We will pull you from your curse like the devil that dances by the souls of the trapped and the sore.

Your #life Is Tough If you heard the helpless cries of a starving child in the Kenyan slums, you'd know about hunger If you drank the poisonous river water riddled with malaria and infested by the animals that bathe in it, you'd know about thirst If you saw the weak, desperate eyes of a girl dieing by her weeping brother, only because she didn't have money for one cheap flu jab, you'd know about pain If you stood there trembling powerlessly, as three african soldiers tortured, raped and then murdered your mother. Only then would you understand how fortunate you really are to have the family and friends you have, the house that you live in and the food you eat. Boys and girls in parts of the world are subjected to this amount of despair and agony. So think twice before you write an Opuss about how unlucky, or how sad and unpleasant your #life is and ask yourself, "is #life really this bad?" (This wasn't meant to depress you by any means, my intentions were to simply make one aware of what people in parts of the world have to face, and how you should never take your situation or family for granted. If this message affected you in any way, do something sweet for the person you love most, let me know in the comments how they replied Love, Sulei

Her long golden hair, Her deep ocean blue eyes, Stood standing by the bar, The angels disguise I gazed stunned from afar, Two pink circles formed either side of my face, If I was to ever speak to this girl, This was the time and the place And so I took a deep breath, My heart beating my chest, And presented myself to her, Looking my best, To this day I can't quite remember what I said, I was told I sang to her, and that she was impressed, I recall my cheeks cooking red, I felt a tap on my shoulder, And so I swiveled my head, Stood bellowing over me, Her boyfriend, the footballer named fred, I vividly remember though That very next morning, I woke up in a hospital bed Sulei