a contract of souls
breaches the world of the living.
a new kind of love
conquers the greatest separation
and she smiles and says

"they are with me"

I live in a world of pre decided.
I have already been studied
my future is guided
I enter a world of people who have
graphed my thoughts.
A world where the new generation
is just a producers figmentation
A baneful balance of
who they were
and who we are to be.
How do I compete with a list of facts
that determine my personality?
The dystopian novelty is not lost on me.
But I will not concede
I do not have to be what they need
I am free to build a symphony of options
and no matter what your webpage says
"I do not live in a world of pre decided"

-Raen

Sure
It's easy to see broken clocks
aren't ticking
but I prefer broken people
Clocks get stuck
in their last instant
At least people keep on living

We all speak the same language
but communication is dead.
A barrier of understanding
built from graphite and lead.
An impasse of meaning
wreaks havoc in our heads.
We all speak the same language
yet,
I don't know what you said.

Inspiration in life
is a bit like thunder at night
A rather loud reminder that
the world doesn't care
if you're sleeping.

Sometimes I want to scream, break, and cry
tearing out hair, wailing; begging to die.
Sometimes I want to curse, yell, and divide
sick of hiding in night; my brilliance passed by.
Sometimes I want to shine, a different kind of bright
stuck among shadows; thieves of my light.
But at the end of the day; I let that all go,
there's no use dwelling on "I could but I don't".