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 Dec 2013 Jay
jdmaraccini
https://soundcloud.com/nethersky/through-the-looking-glass

One makes you tiny, the other makes you oh so tall
One makes you happy, the other makes your body fall
Join me in Wonderland and I will show you something special
Join me in Wonderland, but leave your ego at the door

The nether world will greet you when the last grain of sand drops
within the magical hourglass inside our makers' thoughts
Layer after layer we shed our fear till the ego is found
Drowned by the light of a supernova
shattered loud with a glorious sound

(chorus)
Walk with me through the Looking Glass
leave your body behind and join me at last
Lay with me and forget the past
tonight the sky ignites over Wonderland

For you my friend I'll bake you a cake and
cover it with spice
One slice will change your life
The White Rabbit never lies
And then you wake up
now your mind is free
you're finally free
You can see together we
form a river of energy

(chorus)
Walk with me through the Looking Glass
leave your body behind and join me at last
Lay with me and forget the past
tonight the sky ignites over Wonderland

Laying down on my bed of shame
I feel that nothing ever stays the same
Oh I'm laying down on my bed of shame
I feel so much inside
this never-ending pain

(chorus)
Walk with me through the Looking Glass
leave your body behind and join me at last
Lay with me and forget the past
tonight the sky ignites over Wonderland
© JDMaraccini 2014
 Dec 2013 Jay
Dougie Simps
A girl lost her father and found her bitter tears

She found out all the lies of the past years

She knows what she's got but takes it for granted

She wants to grow up fast but be nothing like her selfish parents

Shes seen to much at her adolescent age

Figures closing her eyes tight would make the memories go away

Sits in the dark to reconcile with her recent demons

They offer her a captive dream for her soul & freedom

She sells it with the idea that she ain't got noting left.


The spotlight over shines her true dark side

She fakes a smile while the pain pours through her eyes

Healing takes too long, what ever happened to overnight?

Now, Her addiction numbs what hurts most inside.


*"Dear perfect girl I'm sorry you couldn't be free

I'm sorry your ugly past covered ya true beau-ty

We gain an angel, who I see when I look up into the sky

I guess it's true...the young are the good ones to die."
I write stories and this is my 3rd one I ever wrote
 Dec 2013 Jay
Dougie Simps
I'm a realist, mildly an idealist.
My ideas create a mindset that allows me to express feelings
But I built up a wall, high as a skyscraper..I stand, as a realist I know if I jump, I'm bound to meet my maker. I don't think idealist are weak.
I just think they escape the honesty they seek.
You don't walk a straight line in order for you to finally reach your peak.
Obstacles come and go, water is a need if you want to grow, you can't have a lightbulb without an idea and expect it to magically glow.
I know every action I do and especially when I am wrong but, I just won't rewrite all my wrongs, they inspire all of my greatest songs.

Optimistic that I'll make it, I just need more effort than 50 percent
because you get what you put in, as a realist I know if you put in half, half back is all you will ever get.
People remember your mistakes, the heroics they just simply forget.
I can't stand when people think it's okay to live a life without any regrets.

Sure things happen for a reason and karma "may" have your enemies morally bleeding, but your ideology sounds misguiding and thought process misleading. Karma is an excuse to allow a higher calling contribute to your spiteful abuse, you don't want the crime on your soul so you allow the angels to fatally shoot. It's fine, before we die, we all commit a crime.
Women ****, men steal, just being in love should require you to do time.


Born a realist sinner...far from an idealist winner
Success doesn't come over night
The sweet life doesn't come until after you've made your dinner..and cleaned the plate, but we're never satisfied...nah, we going to probably eat again late.
Work hard for the dream, don't just rely on faith.
A realist knows she may not show up, even when you scheduled a date.
It's all love to the victims, stuck in a fiction. If you hate this piece...your ignorance got you unable to listen.
Not my problem though. I'm speaking without any permission! I like that idea...oh ****, wait...I think I just become my own contradiction?
...forget it, I'm healing, my words and unpredictable wisdom, I am still dealing.
Insanity is a fear that is expressed towards you when others have confusion
A realist, an idealist..no one is right...our concepts to each other seem all an illusion.

-Dougie simps
No proof read. My bad
 Dec 2013 Jay
LJ Chaplin
It is always difficult to describe depression,
There are so many interpretations
That people hold,
This is my own.

You're standing on the cliffs edge,
Looking out towards the horizon of life,
Then you see the storm clouds rolling in,
The thunderous roars of trepidation
And the lightning bolts of painful reminiscence
Mirroring the silver scars on your skin,
Then the mighty winds of worthlessness
Hauls you over the edge.
The cool air brushes against your face
As you descend towards the black water below,
Every inch of you is screaming for you to stop
But you can't,
You have lost complete control and you are weak,
Defenceless,
Vulnerable,
Amidst the whistling winds in your ears
You hear the names, the bullying,
The cries of disappointment,
The reminiscent sound of ***** against porcelain,
You hit the water and shatter the surface
And you pray that you have stopped,
Things will bet better ,
But instead you continue to sink,
Numb, cold, aching,
You want to cry but you feel so empty,
Like the bitter sting of the salty ocean
Has clinged to your skin and draws out
The last ounce of feeling you had left to hold on to,
You stare at the surface,
Wide eyes desperately searching for rescue,
The fractured refraction of a flare in the stormy sky,
A hand to plunge into the water and pull you out
And revive you.

I have been fortunate enough to be pulled from
The ocean,
Revived countless times
After feeling like I will spend eternity
Living in the shipwreck of my insecurities.
It is my duty to scour the world and throw a life ring
To every lost soul who deserves to be atop the
Cliffs edge where they can once again watch
Another hopeful sunrise of hope break on the
Mundane horizon.
 Dec 2013 Jay
Erin-Taylor
I have a confession.
I didn't know you'd be the one to hurt me.

I have a question.
Why wouldn't you try harder? For us?

I have a confession.
I'm ready to cut the ties.

I have a question.
Did you really ever even love me?

I have a confession.
I wish I knew how to cope with loneliness.

I have a question.
Was it all a lie? All a joke?

I have a confession.
I'm as a bitter as the coffee I was drinking that dreadful morning, when you broke my heart.

I've learned a lesson.
Never trust the ones who seem harmless, they, like all people, will just end up hurting you.

You know……you said that you'd never hurt me……
Well thanks for the ******* lies.
******* too.
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