Wear you heart on a severed sleeve
Never question but always believe
Let the sharp grass pierce your skin and sleep on soft bricks
People that don’t even realise they’re sick
Cry to the rhythm don’t stray from the beat
Of amillion souls as they shriek from the deep
shut up sit down and go back to sleep
Dream of a better world that you could keep
Breath in fresh air from inside your cage
Finish the last and dont start a new page
Pledge your alligience to the iron bars
That keep you trapped in this world of ours
Wonder but don’t quite fly up to the stars
Hold your head high and cover your scars
Set the world on fire and let it explode
Watch this crippled world as it turns to stone
Is this somewhere that you once called home?
And you go far and wide just because you’re free to roam
And you sit atop a hill
And you write a poem
You see a sunrise so pretty you’re sad that its going
The violins play
night seeps into day
Not with a happy tune
But relief, it ends soon
It’s refreshing to know
That there’s nought you can do
So you finish the story
And it all ends with you.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
I want to be part of a different world
I want something beyond my reach
I want it so badly
But I cannot reach
I want to be part of something bigger
I want to make a difference
I want people to know my name
I want them to finally be satisfied
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 6:49 AM UTC
Never broken a bone
The pain is inside
Worse and worse
It will never subside
Terror is inevitable
Die
Die
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
They are not real
They are acting
They are all pretending
Nobody is looking
But everybody’s watching
You don’t know them
You never will
Your storyline is set
Don’t go in for the ****
Don’t try to find out
It makes them angry
Don’t try and meet the horizon
It isn’t real
Nothing is real
It is for their entertainment
That you were born
It was all planned
It was all staged
I repeat. They are pretending.
You’ll never be free.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 4:16 AM UTC
The air wasn’t colder
The people weren’t louder
The ride didn’t seem to take longer
The smell of the petrol wasn’t stronger
Everything was normal
Maybe you could say
But I met death on the bus that day
They told me to finish the sprite in my bag
Said “take the enjoyment, it’s all that you’ll have”
I unclipped my seatbelt and said “yea I’m fine”
“I’m not thirsty for sprite, or for love or for life”
They looked so suprised “you wanna leave?”
“No- Ive got family, friends all the people I know”
They then interrupted-“then why should you go? Then fight me and argue and try to say no! «
« as time goes on, things go a bit slow - I’m bored of the way that I rock two and fro, i dont give one about school and life and the people that tell me to stop. I’ll roll down that hill or I’ll run in the road or I’ll play on the see saw or cry on my own. »
Then I realised that the black cloaked figure was gone- and the people were loud and my stop was four gone.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
What a waste
Of a dream one night
Of army boy just taking flight
What a waste
Of an innocent soul
Of a life so unkind, so cruel and oh
What a waste
Of a broken baby in a trench
Of an old crib sitting on a bench
What a waste
Of a million tears
Tears ejected in bullets from some long unforgiving gun
What a waste
Of a weapon not meant for little boys
Of a billion good lads and one bad man
What a waste
Of a body in the dirt
Rotting on the ground in all the hurt
What a waste
Of a hopeful child
Of a life that might have changed the world
Of an army dreamer with a body of paper and a heart of diamonds
Of a little boy with So much to give but even more to lose
What a waste of a life
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 10:16 AM UTC