Tomorrow is just a day away
But the present is where I’ll stay
I’ll stay by your side to refrain a stray
Tomorrow’s not guaranteed anyways
Jul 28, 2023
Jul 28, 2023 at 10:55 AM UTC
It’s bones echo as her song is sung in sorrow
Petrified eyes wander aimlessly until they’re hidden
Reclusive below an endless sea of regret engulfing the path to forgiveness
They swell like flesh that’s been kissed by the blazes of hell
Rising above the intoxicating waves of silk and misery
To gaze upon the sun until it rests
Her head of protruding thoughts ignites while she rests
Inundated in everlasting sorrow
The variables given only result in misery
It’s soul once residing within is now hidden
Lost forever it dredges forgiveness
Such tragedies must only exist in hell
It’s destiny slips through it’s weak hands reminding it, this is hell
Reminding it to cherish each passing moment it has left with her, envisaging forgiveness
Letting all be know and nothing hidden
In hopes for redemption and a life free of sorrow
Yet alone her broken body rests
Reflecting its misery
The black of night is its cloak of misery
And her misery and brokenness is it’s Hell
Her song harmonizes to its sorrow
Putting their calamity to rest
Revealing sprouts of change which lay beneath the ash hidden
Waiting for a new tomorrows light and the rains of forgiveness
Time heals all things so in time comes forgivenesses
It tells itself so it can rest
Perhaps times cold slumber will extinguish it’s hell
Perhaps it will sit and wait still in misery
Remembering the circumstance which brought about such sorrow
Letting it be shown and not hidden
It prays her love is not lost, only hidden
Prays for growth and happiness exchanging misery
It prays so that it can rest
Her smile and warm embrace prove the existence of forgiveness
Or is this still hell
Is this inevitable sorrow
Forever in sorrow the light is hidden
This dark hell torments it’s heart with misery
Forgiveness illuminates it’s consciousness putting its demons to rest
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 5:19 AM UTC
With depression and anxiety there’s no such thing as sobriety
The cells in Nate are rioting like prisoners out of their cells fighting
I lay here wide awake five hours past eight
Thinking about all my mistakes and how I’m not really that great
How I feel so alone even though I share my home
How I wish I could just go to sleep and wake up on a throne
Contemplating suicide gets harder to hide
Each day the thought creeps a little further inside and I can’t stop it I’ve tried
I used to never consider it because of those who’d miss me when I’m gone
But now when I think about it I don’t think they’ll miss me long
As I overthink and work my mind overtime
My brain gets weak and my health declines
Maybe one day I’ll be fine but until then I’ll spend my days crying
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
I know that I was built for this
I’ll make a lot of bills with this
A mansion on the hill for this
I didn’t make a deal for this
It took a lot of skill for this
It took a lot of loneliness
The pain after the pilgrimage
My life is way to real for this
I don’t wear the freshest clothes I don’t got the cleanest shoes
I don’t care about all those that is just more for me to lose
I don’t got a lot of hoes I’m sticking with the one I choose
To me that’s more valuable than having my ******* in two
That is just the way it goes inside my heart inside my soul
Whenever I am feeling bold you probably will never know
I keep my feelings on the low because you cannot trust the trolls
That try to keep you feeling slow but **** it man just go for gold
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
When I was little my mother was always near
I did as I was told no questions asked
Until the age of twelve when everything was clear
I began to quesiton the things I was tasked
Caring less and less if mother was around
Acting reckless keeping my feelings masked
My friends and I would terrorize the town
Giving no regards to others and acting like fools
It was five years before the old me was found
I found relief in music so it became my tool
The stress of my parents was too much to take
I wanted to give up on everything including school
I rarely asked for much and made my own cake
But I was sick and tired of not having freedom
So I signed my life away for some rank
When I graduated I left for a few seasons
The confidence I gained was what I'd needed
Although my absence was for no clear reason
As my eyes open wide my mind becomes heated
Everybody is ignorant whether they agree or not
I have new standards for how I need to be treated
I promise I've been through more I've been through alot
Treat me with resepct and understanding when I speak
Being right sometimes doesnt add value to your thoughts
Thinking a lot means not that I overthink
Listening not to me but others is destructive
I know from experience not from a link
I'm not a child anymore that little boy is rusted
I'm a grown man that has his own views
But I still make mistakes on who should be trusted
If the effort is mainly on one side who has to choose
When nobody wants to make up I have to grown upwards
Because my sidekick Watson surely doenst get the clues
Yet I'm still competing against myself for no rewards
The effort I put in doesnt reciprocate
So I get edgy because I have a goal I'm working towards
Every conversation feels like a new debate
My relations are irrelivent and you don't listen
You aren't honest most often being fake
No being mad you're never wrong in your vision
Of course those rules never apply to me
Tu eres el hefe and thats your mission
The point is that I've matured in ways you wont see
I grow weary of your demands and lack of understanding
and I still find myself wanting to be free
What goes up must come down and I'm landing
I hope I maintain my composure and retain sanity
My last one took that from me without my planning
In the process I was filled with vanity
I pray you're not the same resulting in a tragedy
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
I wake up in the morning groggy and dazed
Forgetting where I am and how I got there
Then it all comes back to me and I begin my day
I walk to the bathroom and comb my hair
Still dazed I stand there and stare
Coffee would be useful right now but I have none
The only thing in the morning that makes me care
Besides the angel beside me she's the one
When I'm ready I go outside and feel the rays
They shine on my face each one unique and rare
I continue where I'm going I stay on my way
If we walk the same path I'm content to share
These days meeting decent folk is something rare
If you're yourself others will try to make fun
They're insecure because life isnt fair
Besides the angel beside me she's the one
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
The green pastures where I spent my Easter
Was a serene place where my feelings grew deeper
My presence was called upon by the grim reaper
We’d lost someone dear to us
My step father was drowned in sorrow
Each day I woke I prayed for tomorrow
God had a killstreak, killamanjaro
Our circumstances were unfortunate
Even though I was with my family
Who I hadn’t seen since my last landing
I couldn’t help but think about my candy
My sweet Ruby
It will always be our moments apart that will inspire true art
Even when we are bitter towards each other it’s proof that love is ****
The day I secure our future is when I can start
But who knows when that will be
Anyways, it was the green pasture that separated us and brought us closer
I love you to the moon and back ten times over
You’re out of this world and I feel like a rover
I’ll shoot for the stars if you’ll be my solar
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
I’m sorry that you have to be my little secret
Everybody’s sleepin but you were deceivin
Late night creepin
As my door was creakin I just watched you creep in
I could not believe it, can you sense the feelin
It’s the season, everybody’s freezin
You needed somethin to believe in
I’m a heathen, lies I told you had you cheezin
Probably makes you wonder what else I’ve been keepin
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
There are days where I’d like to think I don’t remember you at all
But memories stay and when I think, our memories are all that I recall
No matter how hard I refrain from thinking your name my train of thought comes to a halt
My sub conscious collects change from the strange silhouettes that remain stationary waiting for their stop to be called
They act cautious as my brain begins to strain and forgets what’s true or false anticipating for the top to come off
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
We said we would be friends if the flame went out
So why am I sitting in the dark all alone?
I wish I could suspend this silence between you and I
But each one of your ears has a headphone
Even when you hear me you don’t really hear me so maybe it’s good that you hear nothing now
Even when you see me you aren’t seeing clearly so maybe it’s good you’re with your momma now
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC