What are friends for..
Let's hangout
Having fun
leaving the outside world figure itself out
Try and fit in
Be the opposite of yourself
You're loved for who you're not
And hated for your great mutations
Filled with void of perfect hypocrisy
Would you keep me in your memory?
I'll shelter you and be your apology
You still didn't call
Probably busy sitting on a chair
But I understand..
I was killed by my kindness
And my pride got buried
Called me your *****
In front of your friends
And yes I was..
Fulfilling your deficiencies
But doesn't end well
I took your life
Cause mine never existed
It was always kept in a shell
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
I'm strong and then weak
I'm happy and then sad
I have mixed emotions
I'm always dreading the bad
And wondering where will it end
Im trying to fill this hole
In my heart
Id tried letting go
Of you
But yet I'm still holding on
To something that's no longer there
I have mixed emotions about you
And life
One minute I love you then
The next I hate you
One minute I'm here then
The next I'm gone
Sometimes I feel like gods
Calling me back home
One minute I feel alive and the next
I feel dead
I still think that one day
My phone will ring and I'll hear your voice again
I have mixed emontions
Its so many emotions
Like one minute I have faith then
The next I don't
Sometimes I wish
That I could just let go
Because I have
Mixed emotions...about you
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
Welcome to the ugly subconscious of a comedian.
Who killed of his stained memories to stop the crowd from laughter.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
It's raining luck
And I'm sitting here under an umbrella
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
She sat at the corner of my mind
Comfortably installing herself.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Strobe-lights flashing rhythmic patterns;
alternating red and blue.
Searchlights arcing across the earth;
they will find you.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
They call it war of peace,
Yet the pebbles on the road shudder with violence,
They call it war of solutions,
Yet people are running out of options,
Less a neighbourhood everyday,
Less a family every hour,
The call it the war for second chances,
Yet the brushes of bruises never dissapear,
They call it a war of retribution,
Yet this is nothing but false accusation,
They call it a war of victory,
Yet time is drowning in misery,
They call it war of overcoming fears,
Yet dread thickens our atmosphere;
nightmare, now inevitable future,
They call it a war for another sunrise,
Yet the blood on lillies seems to thicken,
They call it a war of success,
Oh please; tell that to the oppressed
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
If you had an hour to live..
Would you spend that hour saying that an hour isn't enough.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
I feel lonely
So very lonely
but everyone is lonely
So i know i'm not alone
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC