Everything was so simple.
The drive was there.
With excess in the tank.
The world would blur by.
Melding.
Faces and hours.
Until time was nonexistent.
A plethora of empty bottles and bags.
Strewn across the vacant sky.
With friends like stars.
Casting a light from so far off.
And as present as such.
Routine restrained me.
Trained me.
Becoming more helpless with every misguided night.
Chasing a freedom that I dreamt up so long ago.
So many left turns.
Sirens chastised the fragile hope I gripped so tight.
And as it turned to sand in my hands.
Watching it all fall away.
I couldn't help but wonder..
Why.
What did it matter.
With anger surging from the deepest part of my blackened soul.
Did living turn into surviving.
Then into apathy.
So I unfastened the harness.
Turned the volume past maximum range.
Flipped the switch to overdrive.
And readied myself for the next collision.
The only constant I could ever rely on.

The river seems to have calmed.
This bend.
Fragrant and alluring.
Has made me a part of its course.
The demon inside is becoming.
Restless.
This harmony.
Must desire destruction.
What being doesn't want havoc to come.
Raze over the bright colorful paint.
With knives and bullets.
Leaving behind hatred and sarcasm.
I tremble.
Through fear.
Not of what I knew what was.
But because I.
Didn't want to cast a single rock into the reflective surface.
Not even move.
For a single motion would surely cause this peace.
To ripple away.
I must die to myself.
Find the balance needed.
I have overcome the rapids that ****** me into disarray.
Shredded here and there from the blade like stones that lined the shore.
What is a little pain.
To truly gain what is wanted.
When the torrent of agony and distress was never.
Wanted.
So I lie my weary head back.
Close my eyes for the first time in years.
And listen.
For trying to steer has done nothing thus far.
Maybe it was time.
To let the river guide me.
So.
I smile.
And exhale.
As the sun kisses my body with its warmth.
Another first..

U touch my knee
Plus near my face
Like we could kiss
I don't like you
Ur gay queer
So I  should a smacked
You right then
So hard to leave behind
A red mark
Yet I was to inferior
.. I am a girl not suppose to hit back
Be all girly

By:D.E.T

I feel alone
Yeah, I find myself in this road
In a alone world
Where I don't know
Don't like people
Asking D.E.T
"How's Life?"
Can't y'all see my eyes
In see what lies
So, don't expect D.E.T
To take a seat
And speak
About depression
Cuz I won't show my expressions

Towards this depression
So, don't put pressure
Cuz I'm a stressor
No, don't help me
Cuz you yell at me
So, don't tell me
About life

Cuz in life I'm not doing fine
Yeah, I used to tried
But once you get hurt you just go dry
That you no longer cry
Yeah, sometimes I wonder why?

Soon as I walk out this door
People look at me like poor
But don't feel pity
For D.E.T. cuz that's life for D.E.T

That's what god
Put me in cuz that's his job
Yeah, there are times that I just want to give up
Cuz when I look up
I end up hooking up
My thoughts
When I look up I put God's name
And start to blame
Myself
For not showing my emotions
But too bad their on oceans

By:D.E.T

It's all simple
Picking up a pencil
But when it comes to mental
The writers start to hit a level
Where it all goes double mental
Yeah, you can try to be gentle
To your pencil
As you think so,
Hard your mind begans to act like a volcano

Cuz as you start to think
How to plot this
I mean you can or can't
So, if we can't we start to think
Straight
So, soon as the ink
Reaches to the paper
We plot 'em
Like dot's
We don't care about the spot
We just jot
Down the dot's

An' as we write, write
We hold on tight
Still we gotta be polite
For what we write
Soon as we complete the paper
And show it to the people we can see our character

And as we get lost in our wonder's
We don't realize about the hour's
Cuz we don't mind
Cuz we got an eye
For what we jot down
We are too focus on our zone
That we don't know
On what we had thrown
Ourselves
No, this ain't no mess

Cuz when we pick up the pen
We drop down the name
Cuz the lines can be a rhyme poem

If we don't got paper it may become a issue
But if there's tissue
Paper
We drop it
Cuz our thoughts
Is what we need to drop

We can write somethin' that can be nonsense
So, that can give us
A chance
To make a difference

Us as writers we gotta live life
Cuz there are still words that lies
On the side
Of us

We care if our arm
Get's harm
Cuz we need it hold on the pen tight
And write

Us, as writer's we got a friend
That will never end
And that's writing


(There is a second part for this but it is not complete)

20 degrees outside
Headphones and ***
Beneath a streetlight
On a park bench.

Imagining your face
Taking shape in the frozen lake
Watching as I
Try freezing you inside of me.

We you me us together we are bonded by a mysterious force that can make two of the worst people and make them feel happy and they will help each other and my special she is here in my heart my girlfriend she keeps me in line yes im bad im neglected but when she asked me out i cryed and the next thing I know im calling her babe she helps me through my rough and i help her love you babe.

They lied to me when they said that sticks and stones break bones but words don't hurt

I found that your words have branched and rooted within every splinter in my bones and the ache is nagging and constant

It's the guilt your words caused that weigh like boulders on my shoulders and every step causes a new fracture

Sticks and stones don't break bones but the weight of your words have crushed me

Why did you do it?
    "I wanted to be the cause of death"
Why did you change your face?
"Because I chose not to stop and catch my breath"

What was your family life like?
    "Like most or many"
We're you deprived as a child?
   "My family worked for every penny"

How did you abduct your victims?
"I just told them what they wanted to hear"
We're you ever scared of getting caught?
"I am ruled by my thrill not my fear"

Do you believe in God?
"A man with my sins probably shouldn't"
Would you do it all over again?
"I made my decisions, if I could I wouldn't"


The Man then splashes his face with water,
wipes his breath off the mirror and walks out of the public restroom.

In dying trees I see rebirth
In a loser I see one who can finish first
In places I've never been
I see places I can get to know
Unknown chapters
Is where my optimism wants to go.

Is it too much
To appreciate the unappreciated
To hold the un-held
To replace pain with love  
And succeed with all cards dealt

I hold dear,
to things too small to see
I believe,
in things too strange to conceive

I place my hands around wounds to heal,
I simply feel for those who cannot feel.

I undergo the struggles within every soul
If only it lead them to their biggest goal

I make the rules to use this plan
I just might be an Optimistic Man

The dust once settled,
needs to be shaken again,
which was trapped and bottled,
has to fly out to douse the flame

A long time passed, few friends I have earned
in this work of black and white, few shades I have burned

I lost my pace in the layout of this maze
got knocked out, now just the sky I can gaze

I am no stone, but I know to roll
I can play more, but I choose to fold

I have new horizons to reach
the rocky roads are always there to teach.
The dust wont deter me now with pain,
for I know, I will rise up again.