I hear voices..Telling me to do wrong,
Take a life and make it last long,
A serial murders life is what I'm living,
Insane I never said I liked living,
Death on my breath every step I take may be your last,
Beware of a person who will kill your ass!!
I'm foul make you release your bowels,
Gun smoke is my favorite smell,
Yellow tape a body and a police report,
No remorse you will never see me in court,
Case closed, call it an unsolved mystery,
In my own way I'm leaving my mark on history,
There are just too many voices in my brain,
That's why I'm killing everyone cause I'm just insane,
11 o clock where are the children?
If I find them I'm sure to be killing them,
wrapping them up, marking their grave,
A finger or a news clip is all I save,
My beginning is your end my intent is to weed out humanity
If I get caught I'll plead reason of insanity.....
words aren't meant to be read
nor heard neither spoken
they're meant to be felt
never just merely mediums
words can never be broken
a picture's worth a thousand words
everyone's heard that phrase
but a word is worth a million more
and for this reason, words I do praise
Your pulse is my electricity, your blood is my felicity,
You’re ten thousand leagues under the sea and I’m a brick, freely falling.
You’ll say “I think it’s beautiful, the way you laugh yourself to dreams,”
And I will kiss you, cause you’re the reason I am always-laughing me.
Hold my hand, I’ll hold on like you’re the dragon of my dreams,
Breathing fire, into my eyes and soul, that glows inside these blue-eye seas.
She floated in by accident
appeared a gentle creature
until she revealed her
true nature.
I held her hand
when the doc said
it's cancer.
"You are such a good friend"
she said.
I visited her
prone in her bendable bed
when the doc said
"I think we got it all."
"I can't believe you came."
she said.
The lonliness and fear
evident.
Those wings
Those spots
Those ample curving lines
camouflage
for her sinister plan.
I thought I was protecting her
when I allowed her
into my heart
into my home.
She moved in when she
abandoned her children
because she hated her life.
I thought I was a refuge.
Only later
did I discover that
I was a target.
She didn't want me to
nurture her back to health
to return to her own family.
She wanted to replace me in mine.
She wanted what she couldn't have.
She
defines
Betrayal.
She
defines
Corrupt.
She
is
the
reason
for
Hearts of Darkness.
Your smile is the reason for my happiness
I can hardly control my feelings in front of you
It may seem like I'm over exaggerating
But I'm simply just reinstating that feeling we call
LOVE.
Love goes and come and when it truly come we should hold on it tight and never let it go,,,
No matter how hard we try to fight.
I never knew before how is it to be in love
Until that very special moment ''When I started loving you''
You brought a wonderful things in my life
You opened my eyes to see the beauty of love!
You taught me a thing that I wasn't even going to understand ,But you never taught me the art of letting go
and the cure of hurting so much.
You know, I would like to call this a poem
But really all it feels like is bleeding.
Like the flood that pumped through me is,
Wasted.
And trust me,
That hurts.
When I think of all,
I can't help but cringe.
Because somewhere in the between I lost the pieces of my puzzle,
That I was really looking for.
And that the love that I etched so carefully
Into the lines of your face
Ticked backwards, like a forgotten clock,
At his mention.
For you, I connected constellations in your freckles,
As though there was some kind of system of finding my
Way in this labyrinth that I know so well.
I found oceans of depth in those eyes,
That promised me salvation in happiness
That promised love in loss.
Although I have learned,
That when you explore too deep
It is easy to become lost.
The bleeding isn't a pattern,
There is no rhyme to this reason,
Only treason and tragedy.
So excuse the torrent,
Because I've already drowned in the flood.
Remember when flowers grew in the garden?
The waves slid off the spectrum
Sucked into black hole rectum
Catch a glimpse before it's gone
Everything right is really wrong
Screaming clean dirty grime
And inch of pure organic slime
Black that bleeds that bitter blue
Reason failed now it's through
Razor sharp kisses straight on misses
Smiley face bitches, ass really itches
But where you when I was born again
Secreting grief through open sin
Pouring magic down obstructed drains
Substituting pleasure for a life of pain
Love is a pebble we piss on
As it splashes on our shoes
It tends to rape me raw
When I'm shaking off the dew ...
I hit up rock bottom once.
I had no where else to go..
Almost got shot, my mind was so flow.,
my oh so called team. The family of scream ...
the mom made of mess
the daughter of stress,.
step dad did the beatin ,
For his own reason.
I still don't get why he enjoyed making us cry.
when he would hit he just would not quit
making her watch , me on my last notch...
even at four I was pushed to the floor.
once i was eleven I ran for the door,
All from this point I've looked up to a joint .
my new way ,
has bin lit. Nd bin fit.
I look forward to a smile,
Bin alone for the longest of miles,
I was a child created of wiled
I take in stories most made taste so mild.,
YOU made my mothers thaughts and made me be lost ,
I'm not a little girl I'm a devilchild
You say,!
That's why I been on my way
You carved your own hole in your wholesome heart
Try to relate with the wounded
For what reason?
Adolescent fool
Escape a little love not given
Taken away by expression
You know, you die around them
Rely on silence for now
They still can't see you
It's time to heal
Why is the concept of being forgotten so paralyzingly terrifying to me?
Before the expanse of time,
none of us stand a chance of being remembered.
We will be swallowed up,
only be known as a statistic, a point of reference.
The thoughts we think are paramount
Quail before the laughing face of Time.
God will remember me,
so why do I care about what those on earth think?
Why do I care what people think?
What kind of sick bastards are we that we derive pleasure from others' pain?
Schadenfreude is alive and well
Unlike you and I
Why don't I throw up my hands
And succumb to the ravages of an indifferent Time
And an indifferent society
Why not let them win
Who values a game which is purposely weighted to one side
If not those who have waged something dear upon the outcome
The Ender inside me rejects the faulty system.
Why do I persevere for a "humanity"
which will never improve
In fact,
the more we evolve and know and comprehend,
The more apt we are to be heartless
Because why do we need a heart when we have a brain, Tinman?
Why do we care what we look like
Our bodies are merely
borrowed from the earth
And in the blink of eternity's eye
what we call ours
will belong to another
Why do we live in a world overflowing with bodies
And entirely lacking with people
Why can we satisfy any part of ourselves
by draping on borrowed emotions
Why is the false more alluring than the truth?
Show me an honest person
And I will show you an attractive one.
I am not you
you are not me
And we will never be
The same
Despite the pervading effort of our society
I will not be assimilated.
If we let people in,
They wouldn't hate
So why are we terrified of doing that
Is it because,
If everyone is in,
No one is
And in ceases to exist?
Why do we feel the urge to gloat about things we did not earn
Why does 1
Make more money than 2
Because his nose is straighter,
His hair is curly rather than straight,
Because 1 spends an eighth of his time in the gym
While the less attractive 2 spends 7/8 of his time
Screaming inside
At a society which has cut off its own ears that it can't won't hear.
Why are random genes a judge of worth
While character is a word so overplayed
It folded its hand long ago
Why is the face of a beautiful liar
Infinitely preferable
To that of a plain truthteller
Infinite whys
And a world which whispers
Cradle me with your honeyed lies
Assurances of past lullabies
How do I trust what the mockingbird cries
When even it runs from the skies
Why do so many see ourselves as bound and controlled by manipulated strings
When those strings are nothing but ropes with which we can escape
Why do we live on top of one another
Without deigning to know our prisonmate
Without so much as a spared thought
For the dead flailing beneath us
Why do I hold dearest to my heart
Past injustices
Counting them as the tiny, insidious proofs
That I am a good person
Because good does not exist without the bad
Relativity is the grip keeping us from sliding
Down.
Away.
Why is it that words spoken can never be taken back?
Simple. We can never reclaim what was never ours.
You think you are original in your menial thoughts
What have you done but regurgitate the thoughts of your predecessors?
Rearranging the same letters
To form the same tiresome conclusions.
We are the worst type of plagiarists.
Why is the only thing propelling you a sense of duty
Why are you devoutly loyal to objects rather than the people who happen to hold them
Why
Why do we invent reasons to hate one another
We take solace in the loopholes which justify our hatred
That we may not be like the "monsters" we condemn
Why are "we" and "they"
Not just markers of distance?
Why must they be very real, ubiquitous mentalities?
Why are somber topics the common stuff of jokes
Because we have grown numb enough to empathy
To shun it in favour of a laugh?
Why is suffering so prevalent
When we have an excess of affluence
Are such extremes what define us as a race?
Why is a white lamb the symbol of pristine innocence
When innocence is slaughtered day after day?
Why are sharks abhorred creatures even though
Our vicious attacks
Far outnumber theirs
Do we idealize them that we may have a reason
An excuse
To assert our dominance over yet one more
To feel the joy of crushing them underfoot
Why do we focus on certain images
When the true image of our society
Is the person who occurs each day,
Who breaks
The answer is because we know
that we
Are at fault.
Why when confronted about the tiniest aspect of ourselves
We rear our heads in defense
Backing up against the corner of idiocy
The walls built upon the truths we have fabricated
Why are the swirling armor of falsities so comforting
And when pierced
We rebel
With every bit of the person we have built
Lashing out as does a dog chained its entire life
But even a dog
Which is after all "just an animal"
Is not fool enough to delude itself into loving its chain.
