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Classy J Apr 2019
Imha, im, im Hahaha! (X6)
Are you ready to play a game?
Are you willing to sacrifice?

Whole worlds spinning!
And I keep thinking?
Why do I keep on breathing?
With corruption seeping!
But the sheep just keep on drinking!
Eating up all these toxins.
Blinding our eyes!
Poisoning our lungs.
Both the old and the young.
Strung up like puppets!
Corporations our masters.
Heading towards a natural disaster.
Thinking we’re Gods!
But That’s only true in the sense that we **** each other!

Are you kidding me?
Are you hearing me?
Suspended in disbelief!
Will destruction ever cease?
Will we ever escape this leash?
Brethren don’t you see?
We are the true disease!

Imha, im, im Hahaha! (X6)
Classy J Apr 2019
Walking in the rain,
Trenched to my bones.
Barren as that day.
The day you left me.

Drowning in my tears,
With our house, no longer my home.
Blank as that day.
The day you left me.

You were the paintbrush to my canvas,
The light in the dark,
So, as I walk in this tearful rain.
I wonder if you are also in pain.
The day I laid with another.

Wish I could soak up this mess.
Guess I was the one who left you to drown,
In this tearful rain.
Barren as that day.
I cheated on you.

Drowning in your tears,
With a house, empty as your heart.
Stained as that day.
The day I betrayed you.
Classy J Apr 2019
Youthful river flows,
Arrogance shows,
Doesn’t let things go,
Disrespects the old.
Just a hooligan to scold.
Thinks he’s so bold.
But every gold castle comes and goes.

So be careful boy, don’t you fall.
Forget about yourself for once.
And look at the despair.
That you’ve refused to acknowledge,
Because you were too busy playing emperor.

Youthful river flows,
Pride always shows
To be King of the castle.
Or to be the King of ruins.
Faded like the lines between love and hate.
So, what battle field do you choose to die on?

So be careful boy, on what your yearning.
Forget about yourself for once.
And look at despair.
That you’ve refused to acknowledge,
Because you were too busy playing emperor.

Youthful river flows,
This is how the story unfolds.
To be fooled by the wise,
Or to be a wise fool.
Is the difference between death and life.
So tell me boy! How does your story end?
When the youthful waters run dry?
Classy J Apr 2019
I’m losing control.
Twisting and turning on this river bed.
Consciousness falls over the cliffs edge.
My mood spins along with my emotions.
Tossing and turning.
Longing your touch.
Longing your kiss.
For without you I am empty.
Drifting in melancholy.

What can I say?
My addictions consumed me.
Lost direction on my journey.
The winds are blowing and I’m growing weary.
Nearly escaped this plain of existence along the way.
My existence has broken down when you chose to leave me.

But I don’t blame you.
No, I knew what I was doing.
For I was broken even before I ever met you.
But then you pieced me together.
And I thought I was whole.
I thought I was free.
Loving you, feeling safe when you were beside me.

But then I lost control.
Everything happened so quickly.
Now I’m alone once again.
Broken hearted looking over this river bed.
Drifting along in melancholy.
Longing your touch.
Longing your kiss.
Classy J Apr 2019
Faceless schemes, broken dreams
Of yesteryear!
Oh what I’ve seen.
Was it all a dream?
Or a living nightmare?

Masking my pain, not feeling ok!
What else can I say?
I’m living a charade!
Like some circus freak!
Drinking every week!
Humanity is weak!
Narcotics becoming lullabies,
Because I’m Losing so much sleep!

Faceless schemes, broken dreams
Of yesteryear!
Oh what I’ve seen.
Was it all a dream?
Or a living nightmare?

Slowly turning into a zombified insomniac.
Anxiety dropping like bombs,
So how can I relax?
Feeling so stressed! It’s like my hearts in cardiac arrest!
So, I mask my pain!
No I’m not ok!
Drinking every day!
God feel my pain!
For I’m going insane!
So, Won’t you end this charade?

Faceless schemes, broken dreams
Of yesteryear!
Oh what I’ve seen.
Was it all a dream?
Or a living nightmare?

This must be living nightmare!
Nightmare (x4)
Classy J Apr 2019
Look at that fig tree, bittery, bittery.
Branching over to the evergreen, evergreen.
What is meant for me?
What is meant for thee?

Wanting everything that comes my way!
But I just don’t have enough hands to carry all these things!
Materials, Materials I long for stuff to keep me happy.
But nothing will ever taste as good as the fruit off that fig tree.
Bittery, ever so bittery!

Maybe it was all just a fable.
Or like riddles about cat’s and cradles.
Father fruit was also so biter to me.

Rotting flesh, pungent taste sours and reflects my feelings.
Wrinkle in time turns fresh vibrant fruit into dust.
One by one we all fall!

Falling like that once fresh fruit that plopped on the ground.
Turning dark and deathly from offence.
Unresolved hate that constantly puts us on the defense.

Till all the stress bursts like a valve from our hearts.
Lying in a pool of blood all alone.
Looking up once again at that fig tree.
Realizing I’m really looking at me.
If only I wasn’t so bitter over what was done to me!
Classy J Apr 2019
Sticking to my gut feeling
Swearing to myself that this is only a friendly greeting,
But when I see those blues eyes.
Darling I can’t help but fall in love.

But I gotta bide my time.
For right now you’re with another guy.
Wondering why? Why do you love him?
And why can’t you love me?
Don’t you see that’s he is no good for you darling?
Don’t you see he’s just using you?
And it doesn’t help when I see you,
I also see your bruises!

I know you try to hide it.
But makeup can’t mask it all.
Which makes me want to hurt him.
But you always go on defending him?
And I just can’t understand?
And I just can’t stand to see you cry anymore.

Sticking to my gut feeling
Swearing to myself that this is only a friendly greeting,
But when I see those blues eyes.
Darling I can’t help but fall in love.
But I got to bide my time.
Lord give a me a sign.
Or give you the courage to leave this guy.
But next thing that I knew.
That last time I’d see you was at your grave site.

So much for my biding my time.
If only I could have a rewind.
I could make things right.
And as I’m Sitting in the rain.
I’m Wishing I could once again hold you tightly once again.
Till we meet again my dear friend.
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