Freedom, something we all desire.
Such a perfect idea, spread your wings and fly.
Run through an endless forest just because you can.
Swim in any ocean and enjoy life, no-one can stop you.
Light a fire at midnight and feel its warmth, observe it's friendly glow.
Go for a walk and watch the sun rise, breathe in the morning air.
Lie on a beach at night and look into the sky , be enlightened by billions of stars .
Freedom, something we all desire, something beautiful that we can all acheive.
True liberty can be yours, you just have to believe.
A bullet speed impact,
Down he goes,
A tiny glow,
Surrounded by the dark night,
A minuscule light,
Flying in the garden for all night watchers to see,
An illuminated creation of beautiful nature,
It's a warm summer night,
And a lone firefly is the star of the show,
Dancing in the dark all alone.
All these political ideas,
Some good and some bad,
Everything is just one big matter of opinion,
A matter of opposition,
Chaos and war should cease,
But some powerful leaders use both as an attempt to find peace,
To me they seem confused,
Could it be that these madmen want absolute power?
Of course it does,
Government is just oppressive.
When will the madness end?
And the killing?
The slavery of women and children?
The making of whores?
When will the government stop causing pain?
I don't mean to pry Mister Prime Minister but how many promises do you keep?
Under your rule how many children weep every day?
How much blood is spilled for the governments sake?
How many war confused sailors drown in the sea?
Afganistan's going down well don't you think?
Seen much of him recently?
Could it be that you know nothing?
I'm starting to think that your not fit for this role.
I have some demmands mister useless Prime Minister man,
Do something about this decaying world instead of letting it rot!
Do something to help!
You shouldn't need a teenage anarchist poet to tell you that,
Now do your job,
Get up off your arse and motivate the rest of you liberal politician twats!
Agony in the open,
A life suffering for others.
Scared every day,
Scared every month,
Scared every second of my worthless existence,
Scared for other peoples wellbeing,
Scared of losing those that I hold dear,
Scared of being left alone for the rest of my years,
Sat in my cell of darkness,
Drowning in my own tears.
Kept in the dark,
Self esteem torn apart,
Burning in my prison,
Starving flames adding to this pain,
This is how I feel,
This is my daily torture,
And I am my own executioner.
My reflection provokes me,
Which mother fucker invented the mirror?!
I might as well be dead,
What could Emz possibly see in me?
I know what I see,
And sometimes I want to gouge my own eyes out,
I'm a freak and I can't stand it!
I sentenced myself to a miserable life because I dispise myself,
Only Emily can keep me alive,
She's the only one that can breathe life into me,
She's the only one that can set me free,
Please! Please help me!!
Set me free from this prison of self loathing!
I hate it more than I hate myself.
Despair, Implied in every single line I write.
But to some I'm the only source of spiritual light.
I assisst the depressed, the repressed, those feeling distressed.
I tidy the clutter, I clean up the mess, I help people out of the gutter.
I simply help those that deserve it, pain shared.
Innocent minds rescued, repaired.
Stopping the darkness from seeing your scared.
You're a fire, an angry flare, beware of burning up.
Voices in your head, telling you to give up.
But dont, keep fighting!
A war is being fought, angels on our side, demons against us.
Just remember that you're not alone, that every morning brings a chance at victory.
Every day gives gives you a chance to find new hope, you could make history.
Listen to the light, it can help.
You were taken,
You're gone forever,
Never to breathe life again,
Taken away for someone's sick pleasure,
Lying in a shallow grave,
It's so sad that you couldn't be saved.
The second victim,
Locked in the barn,
Trapped in the dark,
Stabbed in the heart,
Dying on the floor as she cried out,
But nobody heard her,
Now she's stuffed in a freezer with her insides cut out of her,
It's such a shame that nobody could save her.
The captive now has serial killer status,
Disgusting pride in that freaks cold eyes,
First he stopped her breathing,
Then proceeded with beatings,
Causing painful internal bleeding,
Just think of the demonic laughter the poor girl was hearing,
The last thing she ever heard.
I think you get the picture.
Sat in class with a mental block,
Concentration completely gone,
Where could it be?
It feels like everything I write will come out wrong,
The lecture I'll receive will take too long,
I long to be at home,
Free to write until the day is done,
Venting out the darkness onto paper,
Then maybe writing another great poem later,
Then hopefully I'll receive more good feeback,
And get my minds concentration back on track,
I need to break free from this prison,
I will attack and show no mercy,
This is me,
Sat in class with a mental block,
Sat with the same shitty feeling I have everyday all day long,
I will find a way to break my minds lock,
This demon has been feeding on my pain for far too long,
Just listening to rap so I feel alive inside,
It helps me understand the flow of life,
Writing poetry is my fight to survive,
I wish lifes monsters would crawl away and just die!
I've started a habit, I ignore the best of advice.
I see the gold but I can't reach out and grab it.
My chances lost, thrown away, life doesn't suffice anymore.
Just shouting at the god that has damned me!!
Damn it!! He strikes me, smites me, I can't fight back and he bites me.
Self belief burned and buried, self esteem shot down and slowly drowned.
The power I crave is unteachable, untouchable, unreachable and unbearable.
I have such foolish ambitions and desires.
Never to have greatness and my helpless soul is on fire.
Duck, drop and roll, send me to the poles to freeze, please!!
Reduced to begging, I'm a disgrace, you better take that ugly grin off your face.
I'll continue to flow It like a poet so that you feel my self loathing.
I turn on the TV and look at the news, It's not good apparently.
The whole world's becoming a zoo, It's so true.
And guess what! The sky's not even blue, It's red!!
No wait; thats just the pain in my head, pain from exaustion, or maybe just hunger.
Life's a mess.
I need to get this crippling weight off my chest, can you help me?
Force the world off my chest, then I'll carry it on my shoulders.
Gonna live like this until my fragmenting fragments are broken.