I'm dreaming about being the king of many of my enemy's.
But I doubt someone can even be their king, because why would someone want to be responsible for their stupidity.

I just read a book
And at the end I was shook.
So I read it again
But then I forgot how it began.
That darned confusing book.

Whenever I hate people, and they're being disrespectful
I say to myself: "One day, they'll work for me."
And it makes me feel better.

I find the lack of respect and intelligence in this world disturbing.

If you set your bar any lower, you'll be in hell before you even died.

Went to my grandma for advice today.

She gave the best advice I could get. Even a therapist, doctor, officer of the law and a scientist can't beat granny's advice. She is just too kind for me and beloved by me.

I find myself caught between a rock and a hard place
So oh please, I'm in need of grace.

I wish I could tear myself apart just to get rid of the scars they left me.

Passion and motivation are great things, and together, they are unstoppable.

Working on a little book for my poems, good idea? And how can I spread it? Does anyone have tips?

The last thing I want my enemies to see before they die is me smiling at them.

If I were a garbage man, then I had had a reason to pick you up again.

I... I find pleasure in knowledge.

But I admire your ignorance too.

Enjoy your dreams, reality is cruel enough.

Thou are one witch I shall not see in the darkest places of our existence.
I will let thee drown in water, drown in thy sorrow and burn thy children. As there should be no continuance in thy existence. Thou are evil and filled with hatred.

There's place for so much beauty when you cut off the rotten roots.

Feel like the world is frozen, and I'm too hot for the ice to stand on and therefore I'm melting my way to the core of it all.

Don't worry if things don't work out, you just gotta have a plan B.

I don't have faith in myself, so I put mine in IT (whatever that may be). I just don't want to give myself the honor of being proud, because I shouldn't be.
I'm worthless

So I'll just give the honor to fate.

Are we long overdue?

Because no more do I see any potential in you...

What?
When?
Why?
Where?
How?
Really?
Sure?
Who?

Such a clear sky tonight,
There were so many stars, yet one shined the brightest.

And I wondered who was it up there trying to talk and brighten my night?

I'd rather see everybody dying
Than flying

Because social politics just don't work.

A simple word was all what needed. The rest followed up like a chain reaction.

My heart beats to you in morse.

.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-

I'd do everything for you,
I'd give my life.

I want everything for you,
I want you to be happy.

I like everyting about you,
I like that you're mine.

I have to say,

I love you.

Now, later and forever.

Life is the new black.

If this world was a ship,
I don't want to be the captain.

I want to be the pirate.

Your weakness feeds my strength.

I'll always live with a part of my heart and soul broken.

But it might surprise you what the glue of time can do.

Call me the outlaw of the modern age.

Life got me high,
Life got me low.
But when I dream, I fly.

And wheter I'm flying high or low,
I'll still be flying.
Because in my dreams,
I am in control.

So I never tend to miss a night, and so a dream.

Cause I don't want to lose control.

I'm seeing someone often lately, someone I have not seen in a very long time.

It's me.

Memories trying to survive.

But you know what?
I don't need them no more.

A drunken angel,

She, the one seeing the possiblity in every risk.

You're as light as a feather,

I blow you away.

I'm not standing next to you,
Because I'm busy back-stabbing you.

*******.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

I need to sleep
Before I start to weep
Because of sleep deprivation

You're like a shallow puddle,
But with every word that you say
You trick me into drowning.

Before I went to bed I drank a glas of lemonade
To make my bad dreams go away
Sadly it didn't seem to work as my dreams turned into a very unpleasant charade.

I always want to say sorry,
Even when it's not my fault.
Because that's how it used to be,
That I'm getting blamed for everything.
So I'm sorry for being here at all.

I still try to do everything right.
I have to prove I can,
I just have to show that it wasn't always my fault.
I have to prove them wrong, even if I'll never see them again.
I just have to prove them wrong by proving my right.
I just can't fail, like the failure they think I am.

In my dreams
Everything is vague
The clearity will be there
When I open my eyes
And embrace this sleep-induced plague.

I wish my life was a gift,
because then I would not open it
And give it to someone that actually will be happy with it.

But sadly it's not,
And do I have to live with this thought.