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The past 50 years in USA

In my teens it was the 60s
Now it's the teens and I'm in my 60s

Ask not what your country can do for you but rather let's salute the red white black and blue."

D. Clare

Opinions vary...
Freedom of speech is hardly free!
my thoughts change
with every touch from you

when you touch me softly
you want to love me

when you slap me
you must be ******

when you rub my back
you appreciate me

when you punch me
your ******* angry

when you hold me
you want me

when you kick me
you want me to get away

when you kiss my neck
you want to **** me

when you pull my hair
your down right mad

when you tickle me
you want to play

when you spoon me
you want to sleep

it's when you don't touch me
is when i worry
“Snow White” was her name
And dope was her game

The ring leader of seven
Which none will go to heaven

A magic mirror she kept
With an apple beside her bed

A mirror for snorting
An apple for pleasure

The ring she led
Of people so sad

“Doc” the pill mill doctor
With “Grumpy” who’s sad

“Happy” full of ecstasy
With “Sleepy” so high

“Bashful” wanting forgiveness
With “Sneezey” wanting to die

With “*****” so happy
Because he’s high all the time

As the fronts not paid
“Snow White” was mad

Bit into the apple of pleasure
and
Over dosed instead
Can life be correlated or even orchestrated.

Can we organize our life by convenience
Can we direct our every move

Life wasn't made to be simple  and it wasn't made to be controlled.

I will correlate by my passion and orchestrate to my goals.

My life is now somewhat simple
and my ways have now somewhat changed.

I deal with things in a different way
I now live day by day.
666
who are you
is the end near
you ******* freak
you darkened red angel
thrown down from the heavens
to bring nothing but temptation and ****
DESTRUCTION
some say a commit will fall from the skies
with meteor showers and tidal ways
or will bombs fix it all soon
**** all your reasons
i pray for my way
a life away
with
my
G
O
D
I.
Why is it that
people say they're there for you
but you still feel too much fear
to ask for a
**** thing.

II.
Why is it that
you can feel alone
even when you know that people
love you,
it's almost guilty.

III.
Why is it that
people say they're there for you
and then it's always
"A bad time",
and you need to be the strong one
and that's okay
with you
and you take it and you say
"Don't worry about
me."

IV.
And it's never a good time for
anyone
but you put aside yourself easily
and they cannot.
the little things
is all i want

a piece of sky
a blue moon

a little question
can you always be true

the things you forget
is the pain that can ****

locked in a cage
tearing at my brains

you tell a tale
on and on and on

the simple question
are you true
let me go
is what i now know

nothing to the front
nothing to the back
nothing to  the left
nothing to the right

but only you
to stop me

here i go

what i do i want
want i do i need

tired of being
what everyone expects of me

i just want to be more like me
and less like you

i have come so far
and
all i want is my life

you have been so caught up
in what i do
you forgot about what you do

it's my life
and
not yours

like a startling sign
**** your thoughts
**** your opinions

let me focus on my life
and
quit branding me

your voice is all i here
it's never ending babble

you give me reason
to put space between us

the things you desire
are crashes in your life
not mine

you miss your life
by driving me crazy

so let mercy come
and let me go
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