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Brian Ray Sep 2011
Take me to a place where the flowers bloom,
Pink, red, green, and all sorts of blue.
Take me to a place where the river flows,
Water sounds like Breathing through the nose.
Gentle, light like the breeze moving leaves,
Pushing them to the edge of the sea.
Take me to a place known as paradise,
To a place where no child has ever cried.
The scent of soil richer than vanilla,
No one to buy ya, no one to sell ya.

Take me away,
What do you say?
Leave the freeway,
Enter the free way.

Take me to a place where the pavement ends,
Where no one lives, lives to pretend.
Take me to a place where no blood is spilled,
A place where love will always build.
Trees that creep up through the earth,
Shielding all that have experienced birth.
Give the animals a home without disturbance,
Love so warm like hands over a furnace.

Take me away,
What do you say?
Exit the highway,
Enter the high way.

Looks like heaven,
Feels like flying,
Tastes like lemon,
Smells like what life brings,
Sounds like her melodic speech,
Singing me to sleep.

Take me to a place where perfection exists.
A place far, far away from this.

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The biggest hypocrites in life, are those who run it. We know what life is, but we are yet to experience it. We wait for liberty, although we may never approach it. We claim to be on a pursuit, the pursuit of happiness, But can we truly call it our own pursuit if what makes us happy is taken away? If it does not affect others, why is it wrong? Life needs to quit handing us questions, and start dealing answers. Our government needs to quit handing us *******, and start dealing with what's really wrong with this country.
R.I.P. everything that was once sweet in life.
Brian Ray Sep 2011
I was sitting at the edge of the woods,
Feeling the saliva glaze my throat.
I told them all this **** was good,
Conversating with my ghost.
Like a leaf on a river floating aimlessly no where,
I got washed up in the end.
A girl was there to bring me here,
This is what she said:

Man with hair as brown as earth,
Listen to my words.
Plants can heal,
Plants can ****.
People can heal,
People do ****.
Peace was lost,
Yet to be found.
Share your plant,
Earn the crown.

And She disappeared out of the blue,
I knew exactly what to do.

Now I write with HIGH *** hope,
To spread the love Ive learned to know.
The temper is gone,
I've disposed of hate.
You wont understand,
Until you can relate.
"Give peace a chance"
Said a wise, wise man,
Before your last dance,
Lend a hand.
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Not everybody gets a chance to live life to its fullest, so why not take that chance? **** the fighting, **** judgement, **** so-called "medicine". Negotiate. Smoke a joint and chill. Open your mind. Learn to love. If I can do it, so can the world.
Brian Ray Jan 2011
Here's a perfect example of the differences of reasoning.

Excuses:
We use them to save our *****.
They're reasons consisting of lies that can never pull through.
But they're better than the truth,
Purpose served.
"How the **** did i get myself out of this one?"

Reasoning:
A statement about why,
Not always a good thing,
But factual and deserving.

So here's a reason why i cry every single night:
I think of us and how we could've been,
If i hadn't ****** around.
How i could be holding hands with you,
And singing songs with you.
Sleeping soundlessly as your parents remain clueless.
Thats the reasoning for every ******* thing i do:
Smoke
Drink
Slit
Pop pills,
What is your excuse?
January 13, 2011
Brian Ray Jan 2011
Enclosed in a small room,
Barely subconscious.
There's writing on the walls,
And the corner's filled with boxes.
The light is dim,
As i open up my eyes.
I'm like a ******* horse,
As these voices are the flies.

There's so many things wrong with me,
But without insanity,
Where would I be?
Open up the gates and let me on in,
I'm throwing everyone out,
And they wont come back again.

Muttering through a brick wall,
But their ears are silent.
I've been avoiding God's words,
As if hell wasn't silent.
The floor caved in,
And now i lay by the creek.
It opens at the mouth,
As if to speak.

Alone again,
and i cant see the light.
It is not my friend,
It left me without sight.
January 13, 2011
Brian Ray Jan 2011
An ocean of spirals,
The body in the trunk.
I'm laying in smiles,
The taste of decayed skunk.

Rotation is taking time with me,
I'm thirsty like a dog.
I ran from my reality,
Into a mindless smog.

I am a kite on a string,
Trying to get away.
But if i don't go quietly,
The men will come to say;

"I'm taking you away from this rotted cancer side,
Now take my hand, get in the car, we're going for a ride."
January 10, 2011
Brian Ray Jan 2011
In my attempt to write you a song
I realized why you left me.
Can we both take a moment,
To light a ******* candle?
The turning of a door ****,
The stepping of your sandals.
Sacraments of the diary,
Trafficking of my pills.
If the word would keep my mouth,
And the blood flow from my heels.

Sickened by the thought of me,
You have yourself a drink.
You're not the girl in the mirror,
That girl doesnt blink.

If my hands could keep my side,
And your bones would keep its skin,
Your flesh would appear more alive,
And we would never end.
January 10, 2011
Brian Ray Dec 2010
Why,

When i yell to the walls, do they only whisper back.

I've been preaching about white noise funerals,

And secrets about bleeding from the gums.


And i don't wanna change,

I wont change.


What,

Do i get for this, for damaging my body.

I only want to have some fun,

And a feel a little different.


Please just back the **** away

You smell like wasted time.


I cant stand your ******* face,

You're happy and in love.

I just want to sit in peace,

With angels hanged above.


Why,

I dont really want to die,

I only want a break.

With A forest growing in my mind,

I swear i'll set in on fire.


**** this house.

**** the air.

**** the skin,

I have to wear.

**** change,

And ******* too.

**** the knife,

I used on you.

**** your family,

**** your friends,

**** the beginning,

**** the end.

**** the drug scene,

**** your god,

**** just everything,

I want it gone.


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Don't criticize me for changing,

Change with me instead.
December 18, 2010
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