"You've got a good head on your shoulders"
Words set in a phrase I always seem
To question
If it's to be told that I do
Then why does my head still seem to bite
Always choosing to fight
Why does my mind run overtime
Murdering all temporary happiness
Why oh why does my mind
Try to play trickster
Saying some fake bliss
Lies within the slicing my wrists
How can this be
That people still believe
A good godly gracious mind still exists
Within contemporary society
Or that even it lies with me
Let it be
That you see
My systematic way of showing you I'm okay
Lying in sinful word
You stare awe
As "this good head"
Is not as graceful as you once saw
Tip toeing through time
where others tread triumphantly
I tread to try just basically survive
As words be written ****** up
Symphony of pain
People seem stare in awe
As manipulating agony
Seems to stall
This fake sense of happiness
To take its toll
On this so quoted "good head"
Laying upon my shoulders
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
We speak of equality
But do we truly know what we mean
Or do we just scream
Words to be heard
Louder than the rest
Take a breath
Count the beats within your rest
Enough is enough
When will the screaming be enough
The belting of ballistic insanity
Sent upon on humanity
By the very same melody
Bearing its fangs
To sing of rythmatic systematic screams of the hating pointing to blame
As the love in the world dies
In a blistering flame
Will this ever be enough
Will be the words engraved on humanity's tombstone
As it burns beyond the grave
We built
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC
White Dragon Boy
eyes glistening upon the sky
Swirling and flying along in Avalon
Free as ever was
Knowing the world finally set you free
To your actual form
White dragon boy
With eyes as green as emeralds
The scales telling a story
For my lifetimes to learn
Soar high white dragon boy
As your feet transform back to talons
May you release the fangs
And rip yourself from death's claws
White dragon boy fly high
And let those brilliant scales
Glisten your form on all
Who love you
Saying to them your melody of roars
White dragon boy
Your life take by another
But your mind always yours
As the symphony you sing transforms
It's sings the song of relief
Flying free from predenoted titles
Of the human vessel
To form into the roars of who you are
White Dragon Boy
Soar high
And roar your symphonies loud
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
Silence
Fill inside the box
Rhyme a few words to society's rythmm
Repeat as if a nature to set aside a story
Dignified declining the beat of another
Just setting it to subside
No
No more
My story deserves its own time to unfold set
To a beat not of society's drum
But to the way i want my words to flow
My story does not stop
At the predenoted titles once thrown at me
My battle never ends
Fighting with my mind
Battles
Much more angled to hurt
Than the words of the shunned from society
This is the rise of the outcast
The one from shadows
Finally speak of a way many do not understand
Manipulate the words to the way of my symphony
Drops the disgust and add your words
Away from the disguise of humanity and society
Into the own adventure of words
Where the dragons and Phoniex fly
High
No longer bound by the words chosen before them
By the foggy shorelines as the sirens sing
Let's meet there
As the symphony of our words
Mixes with the Sirens lovely song
And the crashing of the waves
With the sound of
Final Freedom
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
Know your place
quotes from the time of society
linger within the years
that Define the beliefs that's around mankind
but never evolved
endless Classics
That Shine from our history to our stories
when will we learn to shatter
Those chains of the past
And see ourselves more than
-a place
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC
Rise from the depths of Despair Humanity
Learn from past mistakes
rise Up From the Ashes of the dark times
become a lot of what you need to be
Stop being fearful of what you don't know and learn to embrace you cannot see
become a phoenix glowing brilliantly
For you can rise from the Shadows away from the depths of hell
For you can make your own destiny
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 5:11 AM UTC
I don't dare to say I seen the darkness of the world
I don't dare to believe I understand everyone
I cannot comprehend why others try to set their selves into our shoes but don't quite fit
why cram your feet into a shoe
That you can never fully explore
the woman who lived in the shoe didn't know what the shoe has gone through yes it's an inanimate object but has a story laced within its time
does not completely understand the shoe of
-everyone else's reality
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 5:10 AM UTC
I write from the lost memories of 11 years I blocked out my life the darkness decided to corrupt me too far that I became scared and hid that dagger that's slid over my mind was not the same dagger that slit my wrists open I was suicidal once those thoughts just don't disappear you decide that it's the only Escape because you can't see a light you try to trust in other people but you lose the ability to the thoughts flood your memories of which you thought you had a decent time but now you're just fearful of anything happy because you can't see it because you're blinded by which the darkness you want to see because it's easier trust me I lived in the dark it doesn't help it corrupts and becomes permanent
Are you going to let fear slice open your life as a blood of life just flows out are you going to finally try to be happy or you going to block out every single last thought that you can have and just put it into some stupid empty words are you going to write a suicide note are you going to live and speak because trust me your story needs to be told in this world you are not alone we all Gather in the same belief that we need help that we want to succeed in which of this is life or we die we've all had some type of thought that promise that made us sad we all wanted to punch a wall and cry why can't we unite underneath the darkness to make the new light why can't we just be the Puppeteer rather than the puppet when will we learn that
- our Darkness makes a shine brighter
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
Have you ever played the one of Game of Life what if this didn't happen where would I be now why am I taking these daggers to my mind of which are memories have you ever played the game of if this didn't happen What would be the retrospective today
If this person didn't believe this person
didn't **** you
this person didn't commit suicide
and die
where would you be now how would your story continue would it be the same would it be different will you finally be happy or is that actually not what you're supposed to be are you supposed to be able to help and learn what do you want to run and hide from because the only thing that's happening still isn't the memories it's the pain it's the scars that you keep ripping open that you keep picking at the things that happen may be long gone trust me I understand but it still hurts that's because you can't find what you want to find you can't find somebody to tell you it's going to be okay everybody does but they all seem so Hollow to you you need to find the you that will actually say it's all going to be okay you can't keep forcing it because that is just opening up daggers which rip open scars
as the true
- Battlezone is appearing
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
The true Blind Ones
For young age we are told to submit not to submerge into ourselves we are told to be sorry of ourselves and what we say we are told to surrender not to be aware of what you're saying is incorrect right is anything
we are told to surrender of which is our adventure of this life we are told to be incorrectly be bound to the stories of society bound you're
told me of what another person desires as we are just craving that desire to finally be set free and no longer silenced we are told to hide our Darkness as weakness we are told that it is not good we're told that it's going to corrupt us as we cannot be corrupted by light
you told me happy with fake smiles when something is bothering us
Truly what are we teaching Our Generations but the fight by losing their sight
- of Their own adventure
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC