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Adrian Strider Mar 2015
I wish that when I fight,
I would actually win it.
But it is the same old blight,
where I lose every bit.
Adrian Strider Mar 2015
Staring at the sky,
Screaming on the inside,
lighting up to be high,
vanishing from where I reside.

Slicing open my veins,
Wishing to sleep all day,
like a corpse to be lain,
without another I lay.

broken, haunted thoughts,
Scattered, desolate dreams,
A innate nature to be fought,
bursting out at the seams.
Adrian Strider Mar 2015
Us
Why are we born,
into a world of dead?
So much time to burn,
So little life too live,
We all cry when someone
leaves us in this world.
We all live to die,
and yet, we do not
want to die ever,
We are all just
living to die, and
dying to actually live.
We are confusing,
messy, and silly
ball of craziness.
We are all human,
and we are all batty
***-over-eyeballs
crazy, and yet
we could never ever
be any other way,
It is what makes us...
us.
it is "Us" in a metaphorical sense, as in... yea you get it
  Mar 2015 Adrian Strider
Ara
The anxiety that builds up in your chest
Makes it harder to take every breath

The cascade of tears that drowned you in fear
You need someone but no one wants you near

All these broken promises and cuts on your heart
You're just one choke from falling apart

You embrace your hunger and eat in fear
Maybe one day this will all just dissappear

Your enemies are just outside the door
Maybe you just can't take it anymore...

But wake up my soldier, pick up ur knife,
Maybe it's time for one last fight

Open that door and let those angels in...
Your enemies will break you down, but you will never let them win

They're the reason why you're here... The reason why this started...
It would make no sense now if you gave up and departed

Hold on to that last hope,
Hold on to that rope,
These dangerous items won't even help you cope...
Adrian Strider Mar 2015
One can just get lost
in those eyes of yours,
just one glance and your
hooked, and want more,
more than just one glance.
Those blue eyes, they
capture you and leave
you breathless, and may
you help me stop drowning
in them? If not, then
I wouldn't mind losing
myself in them, can
I just tell you straight up,
your eyes could steal
a soul, or they do the
reverse, and leave you healed.
This poem is in response to a comment on a post on Facebook, and she had to ask what they meant when another person said those eyes. Thought I would clear it up for you.
Adrian Strider Mar 2015
I know a woman who once said
that she lives in a world of rainbows.
I couldn't help but feel very bad
when I said I couldn't see it the same.
This woman is a beautiful, strong
and lucky woman, who has found love.
Nothing I ever say to her is wrong
because her mind is similar to mine.
All I can ever wish her is great
luck in this life that she has chosen.
She does not need to have fate
on her side, because she is awesome.
A friend of mine from college wrote this for his cousin, and asked me to post it for me, so that everyone can read it.
Adrian Strider Mar 2015
Hey pretty girl
lets go for a whirl
around the town
till it is a blown
out carcass, lets
place our two bets,
on if I can trick
you into just one lick.
hey *******
am I a hick
for saying we
have a picnic, she
might refuse to
go with me, Who
would not want some
of her time, to come
with her to the dance?
I have lost my chance,
but I will cheat my
way to her, I so fly.
hey beautiful girl,
I might be a whirl
wind, but you are
beautiful in ways far
more complex then
you would think men
would like to see,
all you gotta do is be.
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