They like to forget
What should be remembered
But they remember
What you would like to forget
The people’s voice
Quite ignorant and uneducated
Their stereotypical ways
Haven’t caught up to them yet
Bigotry will live on
Into the future
Hatred
An incurable cancer
Merciless apathy toward
The aliens and freaks among us
Few ask questions
Even fewer seek an answer...
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
I have a passion for music.
let me tell you why.
It's for emotional release.
so that I don't cry.
Each note manipulates the air.
Brings a voice to my silent despair.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
I was so afraid to loose you that I lost myself someway in the middle of love and hate.
So please don't look at me like this. Like I'd have ripped your heart out and left you bleeding on the street. That's just not what happened, okay.
You might ask yourself why I tell you this...
Maybe because you just have no right to act like this!
Maybe because I've spent the entire last year crying and thinking over the same **** thing.
Maybe because I can't and won't do this one more year.
I wish I could tell you I'm sorry for how things went.
But I'm not. Seriously. I shouldn't have to feel guilty because I walked away from something that made me sick.
Yes, I was the one who left but we both know why.
So I'll ask you again, why sould I feel guity about this? Huh?
Why is it a shane to walk away from someone who makes you feel sick and worthless? Why nobody ever asked hy I walked away?
Because you're the poor little kid that was left behind?
I teel you this because I want you to know that I don't miss you anymore or even hate you. I can't. I've spend so much time thinking about you and everything that has gone wrong between us that my whole body is sick of you. Of your voice. Of your face. Of your whole existence.
But there was a time when you used to be the most important person in my life. To be true, that's the only reason why I'm even writing this down.
I let you go along time ago betwenn tears and loneliness.
And whatever what, I'd never wanna go back to the past.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
I'll wrap my hands around your neck
While your lips softly press to mine
Your breathing smells like cigarettes
And your lips were drowned in wine
You'll hold me tight in your arms
While I'm thinking about that nothing's constant
My tears will float your shoulder
But you won't let me suffer
In this pain
You gonna take it all away
And I'll kiss you right back
While praying that I'll never forget
How we met
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
I'm not sure
anymore
I don't know
how
to be
free
without falling to deep
Don't save me
From falling, from myself
Just stay here and see
How heaven turns to hell
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
they say that the devil
is beautiful but so very
evil and i always
wondered how
something that looks
so pure could have
such a contaminated
soul
but i looked into your
eyes and dug my way
into your mind and i
realized that perhaps
the most precious
things have the
power to destroy
anything
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC