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Some kids cant afford ****** 
So they come to me
I can get them their fix
I can get them what they need
And this is hope
They're shooting in their veins
This is love 
That's breaking their reins
This is their paradise
Where the rich kids come to play

For the kids with their lungs filled with smoke
I'm their breath of air
I'm there for the kids
Who think no one cares
I can give them paradise
A runaway escape 
Light beyond the tunnel 
A detour from the road
They travel each day

The dealers leave them with nothing
So they come back for more
I leave them with everything
So they don't need their next score
And this is hope
They're shooting in their veins
This is love 
That's breaking their reins
This is their paradise
Where the rich kids come to play

So heres to the lost ones
The ones that don't know what to do
I let them know they're worth it
That their dreams can come true
Their dreams become endless
And they still wish on stars
They won't give up
Theres a new feeling in their hearts
And this is hope
They're shooting in their veins
This is love 
That's breaking their reins
This is their paradise
Where the rich kids come to play
This is their escape
my words were spoken.
my love has been written.
my life read
in my dreams while in bed
nothing new all the same
my life like a small game
my words have been spoken
with many hearts broken
i speak what i want
i speak what i mean
wont let my heart be broken
with words left unspoken
so i speak
© Copyright 2009 Kamille Elizabeth
I write the lyrics on the wall,
But all the words seem so dull.
Words scramble in my brain,
Making me go insane.
Words clutter on the page,
Every letter filled with rage.
Cloudy dreams,
All intervene.
Cant find that inspiration,
With every actuation.
Just cant find the words to say,
All comes out so cliché.
Hard to write what I'm feeling,
Words come out by the million.
Nothing seems to make any since,
Trying to make the meaning dense.
Just cant find the words to say,
Its about time to throw the book away.
© Copyright 2009 Kamille Elizabeth
Seek into the wounds
fell the pain you've caused.
Pound on the mettle gates
trapped behind cold bars.
Hear the aching screams
tilt your head to the stars.
Melt in their sorrow
Drown in their tears.
Feeding from their fear
While watching them so close.
Seeing chaos break thought
Because of the path you chose.
Sink into their nightmares
The ones they suffer each day.
Thinking its just a game
Your game that makes them pay.
Whipping through the chains
Listening for cries of pain.
No way left to stay sane
As the numbness takes over their brain.
You just laugh it all off
Not caring for what you’ve done.
This is the end
But you still haven’t won.
© Copyright 2009 Kamille Elizabeth
The day you said 'I love you',
I became breathless and had nothing to say.
And I could see the hurt in your eyes,
as you began to walk away.
But what did you expect?
For me to answer right away?
In a blink of a eye you were gone,
Not waiting to see what I had to say.
What if I said I loved you right back?
What if I said it right away?
What if I was to ask what took you so long?
What if you weren't wrong?
What if those words had come from my mouth?

For years I've wanted to tell you,
For years I wanted to shout .
For so long I have been biting my tongue,
It's bleeding for me to just spit it out.
I wanted to say that for days,
I wanted to tell you in so many ways.
But you will never know
'cause once you made up your mind to walk away,
I found all the words I wanted to say.
© Copyright 2009 Kamille Elizabeth
I think the world is ending
And maybe it’ll happen soon
I think the world is ending
I need something to hold on to.

The world is ending,
and maybe it's my fault.
Too bad the world is ending
Maybe I could have made up all my flaws.

I wonder how it will end
Maybe our deaths will be slow
So we can watch the angels and demons rise
And say our goodbyes
Watch our cries land on death ears
And we beg for mercy
Because of all the time we’ve wasted over the years
I think the world is ending,
So it may be too late
For me to mention
The things I never got to say.
© Copyright 2010  Kamille Elizabeth
Dr.Seuss has gone bad,
He wrote a book
And called it chicken salad
They tore it apart and analyzed it
Then their heads exploded in though
Because they were just random curse words and rhymes
Put together to make you think
It made no since
But it was real…

They had no words to describe it
So they called it chicken salad

It spoke to words of a thousand lost souls

It was new,

But they knew it was a special

So they locked up his lyrics

And hid him from the world

Taking away his voice.

'Cause reality was too much
Something they couldn't face.
© Copyright 2009 Kamille Elizabeth
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