Generation Information:
Running 'round, drugs in cases
Even if ya hate ya placement
Time moves faster with some patience
Seniles claim conspiracy;
Wonder what kinda bombs we makin'
FOURTEEN MILLION DIVORCED PARENTS
Raising kids who feel forsaken
Walking round with Glocks, hoping they don't get blammed next,
No Christmas anymore;
Santa Claus is hooked on Xanax
And once you get outta Hell
Get framed and put in jail
Its hard to crawl from the bottom back up to the place you fell
We say we work in retail
But shoes ain't what we sell,
So please cover your ears
Don't listen to what we tell.
Children taught to be pitiless
**** anybody with viciousness
Shot too high
Expecting adults
And that's where the militias went
Murdered by a lonely kid who got no Love
Trained to pull a weapon if push comes to shove
Look up in the sky
They made Ravens outta doves
Sinned so much, afraid to ask forgiveness from above
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
All you have to offer me is broken English
but what you get in return is a broken heart!
"Hi cute pic u me friend?" you ping me randomly;
I am sorry dude,my picture didn't respond!
Not just you,but all the guys from your clan
have a typical dressing style that I can note from your photos.
A smug face,bright colored clothes,unkempt hair;
cigarette burnt lips and alcohol shot eyes!
Don't judge me, I am just sharing my observation
but I appreciate your perseverance of sending multiple messages!
"Hey u","Reply and expect* me","Don't put scene^","Fraandship#??","Change new pic"
and all I could think of is "Not happening bro!!"
Wondering why I wrote this ode to you?!
You are a hero man! An unsung hero in your own world!
When science and technology advances,when countries and continents fight and make up
all you can think of is this random girl who is ignoring you!Talk about goal-oriented!!
You have a dumpy old computer with an internet connection and a Facebook account
and you want to have girls who you don't even know;You are more ambitious than Shakespeare's Brutus!
You get irritated looks from all the girls you stalk,
Yet you are unaffected as you never get to know that!!
I envy your spirit, I envy your hard-work!!
Burning the midnight oil to get ignored by girls you don't even know!
Though you stalk this much, in reality you are shy to even talk!
You are a mystery, a dark knight I might say!!
Whatever anyone says, I know you wont give up!!
You are a big challenge for all those privacy setting developers,
you creep and crawl through the web so much and still
you always remain -A random stalker!!
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
Pretty brown eyes
Puffy and red
For a guy who was always a storm
On your sunshine smile
Pretty brown eyes
Crying tsunamis
That's what he wants
Pretty brown eyes
Once so bright
Like twinkling stars
Are now blank
Pretty brown eyes
With the same color hair
Past your shoulders
Now in a bun
Pretty brown eyes
With your scars up your arms
You are still beautiful to me
Pretty brown eyes
Dead inside
He stole you
Pretty brown eyes
He stole your heart
Your soul
Your mind
Your every last thing
But
You still have
Those
Pretty.
Brown.
Eyes.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Falling in love is mutilating and murdering yourself.
Sharing your love is carrying the dead body, showing it off, all around.
For God’s sake, burn the book or leave it on its shelf.
Or at least hide that horrendous corpse; bury it underground.
But it’s a ****** cemetery, this witty world is.
Every one bragging of decomposed dirt.
Yours surely is more rotten than his.
So smell the rot, you asinine little flirt.
Life should come with a warning label.
WARNING: DEAD BODIES EVERY WHERE.
Ironic, to be born on a doctor’s table.
Then die, massacred in deathly affair.
But we can’t live without love, it’s hilariously tragic.
For death lurks, immortal, in our hearts.
Yet our minds, gullible, believe it’s magic!
Beware, beware of Cupid’s darts.
**** it up, Romeo, move on with life.
Cleanse your soul; stop being sadistic.
Sure it’s beautiful, but not when she’s your wife.
It’s a dead body, you’re stupid and unrealistic.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
So you called me crazy just the other day,
At first I took offense and had to choke the tears away
But then I looked up and saw what I was compared to
Those that were happy being simple, ya know those just like you
And that's fine if you're happy, stay where you feel alright
But lets not insult the stars, because they can only be seen by the night
Oh my! Did she just say that? Watch your tone, don't be loud
No! You can be you, but only until you stand out from the crowd
And dream big, just as long as there's no risk involved
It's funny how the door of opportunity revolved.
But I'm crazy, and that's fine you can no longer offend me.
The stars don't become less beautiful, because you're too blind to see.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
There comes a point in life when
no compromise seems too large if it
dulls the ache of
being alone.
There comes a moment in growth when
memories are deceptive and lure us
back to seasons of
embittering pain.
There comes a fork in the road that
forces us to choose whether we will
have the freedom of courage or
crippling fear.
There comes a stirring in our soul that
whispers of journeys worth daring because
we have faith that love
rewards the brave.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC