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Alex Vice May 2014
Sitting up at the break of dawn
Memoirs of the suicidal,
I geuss my father is by biggest idol
I wanna be like him -gone...

Call me strange
Like i walk around with a tec nine
Because i'm gonna take what's mine
And no i'm never going to change

So keep talking ****
See how that works out
I'll take you far away where they can't hear you shout,
And upside your head's where you're gonna get split

Still stompin'
Still taking ****
Still getting hit
Still not slippin'
Alex Vice May 2014
Trying to write after so long...
I can't make any good rhymes
Just cat, hat, mat, bat...
It's even harder to write relevant to the times,

I'll try some this and try some that
I might try too hard and fall flat-
On my face i mean,
Trying to write a poem that talks about me,

Evolve and develop my artistic ways
Trying not to get caught in the drug inspired haze,
I actually think i'm a little sub-par,
And that nothing i do will ever take me far,

But here's this poem,
Or rather my story,
About a guy that wasn't that great,
But yet still aims for glory.
Alex Vice May 2014
I'll look into your mind
To see how you think,
Our love pours like a fountain
Into my cup I'll drink,
The sweet taste has been soured
By the fights we've fought,
Love is forever
At least that's what we thought,
Now i don't know where i stand
In the game of love
Am i nothing but a grain of sand
In the beach under the moon,
Before Normandy  is stormed
Our love is D-Day,
Would you have it any other way?
Alex Vice Apr 2014
Setting sun,
Childish fun,
Playing in the woods
Dressed in black robes and hoods,
Howling underneath the dark sky
Thinking about the day we'll die,
Running through the night
Telling stories of the old gods' might,
Do we dance with devil?
Or are we on another conscious level,
Of living with the evil beasts
On immortal flesh we feast,
I'a dagon i'a hydra,
We spit a mix of blood and saliva
Out of the darkest places
Dressed in hoods with pain on our faces
We are the dark children
We'll never sleep the night away again...
  Apr 2014 Alex Vice
raw with love
in the end,
we're all
reduced
to
                                                                                
                                                                           *"time of death"
  Apr 2014 Alex Vice
Shayda H
Neutrons, protons, croutons, electrons. Electronic. Electric. Electricity.
Creativity?
Negativity.
An electronic .
A psychotic electronic.
I don't want my body to become a piece of metal.
It doesn't make me feel settle.
I don't want wires to control my movement.
I don't want a computer as a brain.
If it rains outside, I would completely malfunction.
I am a human, with human thoughts an concerns.
I am a human with human feelings and a human body.
I have human body organs as well.
I guess it is interesting that humans are evolving.
But I also find it to be a mess.
What will happen when my human body parts and organs become replaced with computers and electronics that are controlled by the high class society and the government?
We will become robots;
An army for the government.
We will be forced to do however they please.
What about us?
Should we fuss?
Or should we not worry about the fact that we wont have the right to speak up any more?
We wont have feelings, thoughts and concerns.
We can't even control our own movement.
We can't even control our own choices.
It is all decided by them.
We don't have the right to know when something wrong is in sight.
And we can't say anything about it.
Say goodbye to human rights!
Say goodbye to freedom of speech!
Say goodbye to being human at all!
They don't care,
they don't want to feel powerless.  
So they take away everything that is important to us.
And you think that technology developing is cool
I would like to remain human.
I don't want to be part of the *Electronica!
A bit more of a rant than a poem.
  Apr 2014 Alex Vice
Jasmine smiles
No one likes my poems anymore
Because I'm not a depressed *****
The good stuff hardly trends. Just whine about your life and be slightly slutty and you got it.
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