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Brody Thompson Oct 2012
Who are your heroes?
What kind of spell
Do they put on you?
Better count your zeros.
Cant let something you use
Use you too.
Let me be me, and I'll be fine.
And I'll go back to the road
With laces on the line.

Which direction are you headed?
Cause it's lookin mighty low.
But if I don't lose control,
How else will I ever know?

Not enough nights
I can't remember.
Not enough ink
On my skin.
Not enough knowledge
Laid to waste.
Greeting the things
I once called sin.
Thought I knew it all,
King of the world.
Davey Jones' Locker,
Just a slimey old pearl.

All our idols
Suicidals,
In denials,
Crooked smiles.
Brody Thompson Oct 2012
So close
Somewhere in time.
Your memory
Still in mind.
Are thoughts of me
Hard to find?

Remember me,
And what used to be?
Do you recall
Making me fall
At all?
Or were you playing fetch,
Dumb dog and his ball.
What happened there,
And should I care ?

You spoke to me
Finally,
I've only been waiting
An eternity.
You're not the first one.
And the cycle isn't done.
Brody Thompson Oct 2012
Life is like a song;
If it has a beat,
It should live on.
Excuse me sir,
Something's wrong.

Let me be free;
Let me learn
Why my people
Should never burn.
What makes you supreme ?
Take away your hope to **** a dream.

Can't even fit
Name to face.
An inhumane
Human race.
Your bones are foreign,
Not yours anymore,
They're somewhere in blood on the floor.
Send you to the devils door.

My will to be
Will live through me
Brody Thompson Oct 2012
You put a self portrait
On a pedestal made by you.
Do you see me as a burden
With some modifying to do?
You're so silent
When I say hypocrite,
Maybe make a list for me
Of the crimes that I commit.

If I'm such a sinner
I wont be afraid
To leave this place and everyone,
Sanity stretching thinner.
For I am not the demon
You make me out to be
Give me the word of the
Sad, Sad Seventeen

I hope you're satisfied,
The reason why
I'm dead inside.
Keep your clutter
On your own heap,
Pray the devil my soul to reap
Brody Thompson Oct 2012
The weight of worlds
crushing me.
Still living
Happily.
At least that's what
They once believed
Cause I never asked
To be relieved.
I'll look myself
In the mirror & say
I think i'll wear
the smile today.
Brody Thompson Oct 2012
Worst part about pain
Is when you remember when you were fine.
After that you feel like dying,
Gonna walk in the rain
So no one can tell you're crying.

The feeling when you've lost
A thing without a  cost
I'll stay safe underneath the covers
And someone up there must think
We like losing lovers.

The air that I breathe
I no longer share with you
When Im stuck in a rut
And I don't know what to do

A moonlit night
A sunset descends outta sight
You could be alive or dead
You're still living inside my head.
Brody Thompson Oct 2012
Ego
Your ego
Is your amigo
The friend saying go fast
In a school zone.
The man that makes you stay out
When you should be at home.
Why dont you take your
E- go, go away.
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