Walking through the city
Rather;
The city's remains
Seeing bodies being thrown about in every which way

A starving child here
A screaming man there
The enemy scrambling for the politician's hair

Running through the streets and what remains
Filled with smoke and flames
The picture of shame

Flying a plane?
How dare he.

He's in my lane,
I dare say.

That's unacceptable.
I refuse to believe.

Please don't harm me.
Just let me be.

My brain is fried
Over easy
My brain cells died
Makes me queasy.

This nausea
Is giving me
New empty thoughts
Of hollow dreams.

Writing this now
I'm asking how
I've been endowed
With useless talent.

What makes me so obsessive?
And so possessive
I don't mean to
Just want to know where you'll go
And what you'll do.

The three wheeled truck sees the fours and asks itself "Why can't I be like that?"
The three wheeled truck has two four wheeled parents, but still only has three wheels.
The three wheeled truck is a bit slower than four and is unable to haul as much.
The three wheeled truck is left to rust.

Halfway down
A mirror to my past
Of misery
And now regret
A quarter to go
It's churning in my guts
A splash in the world
A ripple to remember
A mirror of nothing

I watch the young couple doing their dance
All the while a business man loses his chance
He thinks to himself, "What if I could be-
the one  loving behind the tree?"

The young couples dance comes to an end
The business man notices the trend
He says to himself, "If we see what's to be-
then can we profit off others misery?

The old friends leave behind their lives
To pick up a new kind of jive
The business man says, now old and gray,
"What if they all had a chance to say their say?"

He looks back in pain at the love he left
"What have I done, I've committed theft.
Taken all of which the young people need.
If only i had what's now inside of me."

The old man lies in his bed dreaming of a better year
Although they lived life in fear
They never gave in to the lies we live.

Wanna know what’s wrong?
Well I’ll sing you this song.

Cause I’m already sick
So you can **** a word that rhymes with stick
Why don’t I get to pick
I hate getting the short end of the actual stick

Singing this bit
Makes me feel like… “something similar to dung”
It’s made me exacerbate
I’d rather at home, sit in my chair, and master- geometrics.

What is time?
Is time a tool?
Is it mine to own?
Is it a towns fool?

If we created time
Then does that make it ours?

Why would we share time?
Why wouldn't we keep it to ourselves?

Does time grow at one pace
Or does it flow at our rates?

Is it just a figment of our imagination?
Or is it just another of natures creations?

If time is real, what's to say it won't stop?
If time's fake, what's to give us this idea?

To dear me
Is who I write
The new future
My current plight

To dear me
The one I owe
Did you finally see
How you could grow?

To dear me
I’m full of lies
I try to hide
From prying eyes

To dear me
Stand out from the crowd
Don’t fear to be
The one that’s loud

To dear me
The fears you have
Are the key
To learn to teach.

I have yet to experience one
To make something truly great.

Personal experience
Is irrelevant
If it ends in joy.

Invader of war
At my doorstep
Knocking on thoughts
Now it's open
Please come in
Pillage, destroy
Whatever granny can provide.

Think before you make up your mind
I don't seem to realize
I can't do this on my own
I'll need support

But if I fall
I'll miss you all.

If I lie I'll die
Speak the truth and I'll cry
It's eating me inside
But you don't know why.

I can't let you in
But I want you to know
Even though I'm in pain
I'm doing just fine.

Tuning my thoughts
To match my words

Tied into knots
Of broken lies

Defeating smile
The ten yard mark

Saw from a mile
All bite, no bark.

Bottled sadness
Soon to explode

Constant madness
A fading light

Dimming darkness,
That stole my fight

My will to live
My only right

It's been reversed
Flipped on its head

Reverse of what's not.
Wish I was dead.

Two Face walks without a care.
Two Face cares not to walk.
Two Face greets people everyday.
Two Face does not care to talk each day.

One face smiles and give all it has to its friends.
The other frowns, cries, and keeps to itself.
One face cheers, "Hear hear!" and supports the weak.
The other shouts, "Life's not fair!" and maims the meek

"Two Face lives to lie" some say about it.
"Two Face lies to live" say others.
"If Two Face cares to be itself it'd act one way." or so they say.
"Two Face lives to please not to be." says Two Face's parents.

None know the truth behind Two Face.
Why care for people half the time.
And turn your back on them the other?
Two Face lies and Two face hides, but why?

Two Face ignores them and goes on through his day.
Two Face never learns to live another way.
Two Face fakes its life and tells other its lies.
But Two Face knows the truth.

"Some see one face" it'd say to itself.
"Some see the other" it'd chant.
"Few see both"
"And none see the third."

Stuck in a pit
Or stuck in a rut?
Irrelevant, it's all the same.

You aren't unique
and neither am I
We're not something new
we're not something special
We're just more people
taking up more resources

On a dreary night
Sat upon a stool
Weeping in my thoughts
I felt like a fool.

On a weary day
While standing in fear
I stole the wrong hand.
My end is coming near

The door jumps  to life.
The stairs growl under hate.
The growling from outside the door.

The dog, barking at the cat for tricking him into giving up his life.
The cat, slyly claiming she only did it to fix what little remained.
The rodent, behind thin walls watches but sees his chance to leave.

The dog, biting with it's teeth, and the cat, scratching with it's claws.
The rat, biding it's time slips out never to be seen.
The crows see the maimed dog and the mauled cat, they question why this happened and why they did this but not who else was affected.

I wanna make it out of this alive
But I don't know how
I can see the door closing
But I can't move.

The rope is tightening
Air is cut thin
Time is running out
But it's fine.

In the wake of recent events
I have concocted a potion
Of lies and mischief
Of sins and virtue
One sip is a trip to nirvana
One glass is a slap in the face
But to see it, you must be blind
And to taste it, no tongue.
How can I exist if I'm not real?
How could you trust my deceit?
You should worry, for I tend to linger
But not too much, or your hair will turn grey.
Such an anomaly I am, one to never truly fade
But I stay in uniform and conform to complacency.

To escape is to see.
To sea is to drown.
To drown is to end.
To end this long abuse.

Warmth from chaos
A past time of mine
It makes me feel goey
And nice inside.

The destruction of lives
The loss of property.
I enjoy it all.
Just not when it's me.

I look up and see a ****** of crows.
"******* I'm dead again"
It makes me wanna fake my own death.
But I'm stuck breaking the chain.
For if I don't, there will be blood.
13 voices keep screaming in my ears.
Telling me to start war and tear it down.
So I just ask "God save us all."
But even he can't stop the fall and the rise.
For we've been twisted by design.

I was writing a really good poem but then the tab got changed to another and I lost all my progress :/

A scraped knee in summer
For the memories of last year

When you wake for the day
But see your trapped in yesterday
Yet set out to be one with sea
And hide behind mountains

When one with earth
Is trapped in technology
What happiness it brings
With the lives that it takes.

Each day, when you wake
Do you loosen your chains?
Do you run to the meadows
And Dance in the rain?
Or do you stay trapped,
in a cage, in restraints
One with the phone you're a slave to each day

I've become more caring
I've become more empathetic
I'm more in tune with my emotions
But I still can't cry
Why am I like this?

I've heard it for hours
Played it on end
Helped me when in need,
On it I depend

This verse still ringing in my head
The bittersweet memories attached
Motivated by its heartfelt words
But it feels like I need it detached.

"I want you to know: with everything, I won't let this go
These words are my heart and soul
I'll hold on to this moment, you know
'Cause I'd bleed my heart out to show that I won't let go"

I love you
I really do
But the year has passed
My need for falsity
is gone.
You will be missed.

Yours truly.

Busting my back
Breaking my bones
Helping the pack
Holding their stones.

Workhorse will try
Workhorse won't budge
It's time's gone by
I'll be the judge

Just look down.
You zee your keyboard?
What finger haz the hardezt time?

You're pinky.
You're pinky izn't az ztrong.
But it'z left to prezz zo many buttonz.

Which includez Z.
How many wordz iz it uzed in?
Not nearly az many az you'd think, or hope.

Why iz Z zuch a dizcarded letter?
It zoundz a lot like S and opperatez a lot the zame.
It'z main difference iz the change in it'z look.

Z iz far more zimpliztic.
Three linez. Nothing more, nothing lezz.
S however, uzez one curved line. Harder to learn.

Why doezn't Z get it'z time?
Why can't we juzt give a day for Z?
Or azzociate it with more than juzt bad zombie moviez.