You took my hand and lead me down
to the deepest depths of my soul
You showed me who I really am
And the things I'm capable of
You forced me to see
Just how hard I could fight
To silence your demons
That hold me so tight
I fight to stay focused
I fight to stay calm
I fight to keep myself sane
I fight to trust people, including myself
And I fight to forget your name
I'll never forget the day I found out
That everything you said was a lie
I'll never forget the feeling I had
Of wanting to curl up and die
The childish games you played with my heart
Left it a broken mess
I fight to forget you ever existed
And release the pain from my chest
I fight to be trusting
I fight to be fair
I fight to forget the pain
I fight for the chance to let myself feel
And I fight to forget your name
Help me to see
Why you did this to me
What about me led you here
I don't understand,
Forgiveness be damned,
Why you worked for all my tears
Maybe some day you'll meet a sweet girl
And she'll make you feel happy and whole
I hope, if you do, she rips your heart out
And shows you the depths of your soul
Then you'll see why the battle I fight
Is a painful and exhausting ordeal
You'll see how numb the pain can make you
And you'll fight just to be able to feel
You'll fight to feel normal
You'll fight to feel calm
You'll fight to keep yourself sane
You'll fight to know why this happened to you
And you'll fight to forget her name
when thing feels just right
why we need to wait
to reveal our love
to strive for a chance
and make it come true
so this's it
'Sweetie, i am in love with you'
I wish we could go back to over 3 or 4 yrs ago.....the beginning of summer....right after Michael Jackson died. The year was 2010. I was going to go to the art gallery in Beverly Hills that was displaying Michael jacksons personal items. I was on facebook watching all these Hoax videos and was becoming one to think maybe, just maybe he did fake his death. Then I saw in one of the videos that was showing the names of prescriptions that Michael Jackson would use over the years to obtain his meds. SOOOOOO I went on face book and was looking up the names.....(like mj is really going to use one of those if he did infact fake his death and start talking to me..) One of the names was Soule Shawn. I typed it in and a photo of Michael Jackson popped up but it wasn't the normal photo...it was a dark pic with a figure and you could tell it was Mj cus u could see the curl hanging down from the tip of the fedora. I clicked on the name and it said it was a private acct and u had to request the person to see if they wanted to let you on to their page and basically into their life. I clicked it and didn't think anything of it. A day or two later I went to go see what was going on with my buds and co workers and it said my friend request was accepted. I was all excited. The person wasn't on right then and I was so hoping it would be Mj....I left a message saying that I was grateful that he accepted it.....and did what I was on there to do and left. The next day I was on and it said I had a message. I clicked on it and it was from the person...I was all excited. all it said was a response to my message...it said and I wont ever forget it......."my pleasure". I was typing a response to his and was also saying that my friend and I were going to see mjs stuff on display and I made the comment of how I wish I had lots of money cus id want to buy some of his personal stuff......just then an instant thing popped up(I didn't even know u could talk like that to people that way on there) and it said "hello, how are u?" I got so nervous but answered.. "im fine and you?" We exchanged words for like an hour until he said he had to go. I was really interested in talking to him and seeing if he was infact Mj. He told me that I shouldn't waste my money on buying things of mjs cus I cant take it with me when I 'go' and I should cherish the memories I made and make and not be into materialistic artifacts. SO I didn't go see the display of things. Because the person was right , and I knew if I went I would blow all my money on a matchbook for like $400.00 or something really stupid. I couldn't wait until the next time we'd have a chance to talk cus I was bored and it was summer and I like to talk so I was really intrigued by my newly found friend. (more later)
We don't fight against man,
but his nature,
not blood nor bone,
but against principalities,
against the bottom of the glass,
against human nature.
A world of tolerance,
malice in disguise,
the pen is mightier than the sword?
Not a chance.
It is the blade that kills,
the razor that releases the flood,
for history is not written by the objective.
Words may trigger the safety,
but neither written nor spoken word,
will deflect the bullet,
ricochet will always claim its prize.
It is not great men that bring about change,
but men willing to change,
gun in hand,
sights lost in the moral periphery.
Liquidate modern ethics,
burn the fibers of morality,
enlist their disease.
here's a secret,
the weak can kill too,
and the day will come when man does not rule,
but man is ruled,
and on that day,
I gave to her a lady bitch demise,
her bullet was ironically engraved
with names and words she felt too lame to say.
I chopped her limbs in ratio per lies
and so her blood set sunset into skies,
then scattered pieces far to mountain caves
where none will seek to travel but the brave-
so blame the social scene, should she uprise.
And all the ghosts are standing to their feet,
there is no room for martyrs at this dance.
Renewed ambition tastes so fucking sweet;
I switched it up, though she had made her stance
and she could once have made my ruse complete
but bloodstains say she didn't stand a chance.
Kind of has a double volta. Oops.
Prompt was "Aura" by Lady Gaga
I marked it explicit because of profanity, since I wasn't sure.
To live is to suffer
To die is in vein
Every facet of our lives
Etched with forever pain
Quenching our endless thirsts
Crying for relief
Not knowing how to cope with this
Endlessly stricken with grief
If only we knew that the key
Was to embrace it without question
Holding onto the pain we feel
The answer has always been in our possession
Stop up the well behind your eyes
Mend the holes in your heart
Smile to the pain inside
That is how to start
Give pain a chance
Learn to hold it tight
For once, you are able to,
Your joy can shine bright
As the mask slips off,
The truth begins to show.
A new feeling emerges,
One you have always known.
A feeling buried deep inside
Once was lost is now found
Now the love flows freely
Joy and peace are abound
So now you know the true path
The way to shed your pain
You realize that without agony,
You have no joy to gain.
There is no joy without suffering.
'Tis once again that time of year,
When all the boys and girls feel cheer,
And on the night when St. Nick's near,
They'll stay up late and try to hear,
Ol' Rudolph's hoofs up on their roofs,
And parent's truths do child's mind soothe,
Let Dancer, dance and Prancer, prance,
Give season's greeting just one chance,
So to all Merry Christmas I say,
May joy and laughter fill your day.
Merry Christmas everybody
What’s the chance
That you would actually listen
What’s the chance
That you would just understand
What’s the chance
That I’m just in the way
and you don’t care?
Fall in love with me.
You’ll have to do it eventually so why not me?
I promise you won’t ever find someone so perfectly adequate at it.
I can’t afford a bouquet of roses but I’d spend an entire day picking you the loveliest handful of wildflowers you’d ever seen.
I couldn’t save you from a hungry lion but I’d stay up all night making sure those noises are really just nothing.
I can’t solve integral equations but I can work out every speck of questioning in your life so you know you’ve done well.
I won’t write the next great American novel but I’ll fill thousands of pages with the stories of all the moments we spend together.
I won’t become a doctor and cure people of their illnesses but I can bandage up your cuts and kiss the bruises from your knees.
I will never appear on television or in funny movies but I’d tell you all the jokes I’ve got and make you laugh even on your darkest day.
I won’t open a five star restaurant in the city but I’ll never pass up a chance to make you a warm cup of tea on a chilly day.
I’m not studying to be a psychiatrist but I can hold you and kiss you until the monsters inside your head cease to exist.
I will not paint the next Mona Lisa but I’ll sketch the outline of every coastline you love so dearly.
I’m not a superhero and I don’t wear a red cape or know how to fly but I’ll die knowing that out of everyone on this planet I tried the hardest to save you and to make you happy and that will be enough.
Fall in love with me.
I promise you won’t regret it.
she's moved on, and I feel sorry
that you have to watch her love
and be loved by another
she thought you were the most
in the world and if she could pick
in the world she would have picked
but sadly, you are just another part of her past
more and more faded each day, with every sunset
and someday, she will find him
the one she deserves
and he will see that she is the most
in the world and that you should have picked
when you had the chance.