It's funny how You can feel alone In a crowd Even when those Closest stand near You're still all alone Or so it feels You're in a bubble You can see them Laughing and sharing So close yet untouchable.
it's poetry speak from the heart but all my heart says is grumble grumble grumble so where do my words come from what I've seen what I've heard mostly it's what I think which is marginally better than grumble grumble grumble in my opinion.
Chop chop And cut and dice So much fun Can be had With naught But a cutting edge And some easily Sliced material Unless your against A mess because For sure There will be Confetti.
Training at the feet of the experienced knights so one day you can be a hero it should be simple rescue the damsel fight the dragon and one day you'll teach a squire of your own but it isn't like that all your mentors say different things the damsel may not exist and dragons are just the most obvious threats.
strip away civilization and your neighbors become monsters who hunt the weak and let might make right you really don't want to be at the bottom of this heap.
Are swirly things And monster faces I'm not sure why Perhaps it's a sign Of discontent Or an unwell mind Could be drugs Who can say Not I That'd ruin The surprise.
watching you bleed out is so much less than I expected like watery paint sliding down A portrait your last gasps sound fake and unrehearsed I hope you have an understudy cause your out of the show.
there are people who **** for fun there are people who wouldn't **** to defend loved ones there are people who try to **** trees there are people who wouldn't touch a naked body for fear of god people are so different they come in all shades and all sizes it quite frankly amazes me when people say that no one would do that or enjoy that for every activity or inclination there will always be at least one.
A cauldron full of hate seasoned with vinegar and a drop of scorn maybe a slice of egotism boil for a year or so in solitude and bile and you'll have the perfect troll A golem of ill will.
blood bile and denial all a part of the human experience same today as a thousand years ago we strive for meaning something deeper than what we see and if we don't find something than obviously it was taken or forsaken.
The worst lies are the ones we believe even though we know there false the lies we want to be true the lies we need to be true the ones that when uncovered leave the world just a little bit darker.
Roll the dice and pull the lever make a wager you may win but probably not the deck is stacked and the house usually wins but in theory you could succeed.
Hypothetical questions are they worth anything hypothetically what would you do really you don't know you weren't there perhaps if you answer a hypothetical question with an honest answer we can know your inclination but that's about it.
who are you when the lights are off bad good human I have heard that's when we're at our most honest when we're anonymous personally even when I am all alone I can still hear what I was taught maybe that's my conscious or my fear of getting caught.
I'm haunted By what could've been Did I choose right Did I make a mistake Am I on the right path I know honestly That I can't know What would have happened Focus on the now Focus on the now So zen so wise But I can't stop thinking What if.
Bystander Bystander innocent more or less you do not commit but you do not aid you aren't really blameless but the excessively nosy are despised how much is too much perhaps it is better to do nothing i'm sure someone else will help.
What come next When your race Has been run Is it nothing Is it clouds Is it another life I don't know Many say one thing Many say another Some possibly the wisest Say don't worry Your living focus on that Which is advice I wish That I could follow.
I was told I should pray They say it helps I don't agree They say the room That appears empty Is full of God Or some such And I need only speak But I'm pretty sure The only one who hears My prayer is me And I'm an awful audience.
The river Full of fizz The carbonated River flows Down to the land Of sweets and Rotted teeth Maybe water Would be wiser Unless you fear fluoride Then maybe *****.
People do such Silly things They slaughter And they maim They burn And they accuse Then they look At these actions And call them Heroic or If their forward thinking They say such things Are inhumane Can an action Done by humans Be inhumane Such silly things Humans do.
talking just to quiet the silence is rather aggravating at least to some others disagree they feel that silence is rather distressing and words are good for any occasion or even no occasion.
Hide in your box Else you'll be seen The eyes burn you They prove your Not alone Play in the shadows Where the air Is cool and the sun Won't find you Stay in your place Stay close to home.
It clings to my fingers This terrible filth I can't touch you Or you'll get it I try to clean But it spreads Could I burn it away Can I pray it away They say no They say it's Here to stay It's in my soul But what do they know.
Words words They describe The indescribable Or attempt to How do you describe hope Or it's lack Closed tunnels Shut doors Darkened paths How do I describe This pretty thing I'm not sure I ever had If it even is pretty Some might claim It's hideous a lie At least to those it left Or the bitter folk Who ignored it.
I had noble aspirations I wanted to save them I fought with righteous indignation Yet all I caused was harm I lead them astray I said that in the end Things would be better But in the end Things are much the same.
There all messed up These hands of mine I have an image In my mind Of what they need To draw And what they make Is quite off the mark They don't build Honestly they aren't Even good fists But there what I have so I do what I can.
As you tumble down You may wonder How did this occur It should be obvious But maybe it isn't Did you jump We're you pushed Surely you couldn't Just appear here Maybe you stood At the edge of a cliff With the wrong person You slipped and caught The edge you asked for a hand To lift yourself up And you got a boot To the head Or maybe your dreaming How should I know.
Readem and weep The comment section Full of genuine critique And just so much hate Is this what people are When no is looking Is someone I like Writing these and then Pretending they never would Is this just the danger Of no one being accountable.
A follower of the marquee A proponent of pain Possibly handy With a blade Those viscous folk Who feed on pain What's the appeal Perhaps it's just A sort of quirk Albeit of a more Malevolent sort I hope you don't Bring them home.
I see you sun Rising up to watch Those of us below I see you and I think I know Why you were worshipped Why you were feared Such power you hold And you Don't Even know it.
I know where I'm going You said I know what I'm doing You said It's all good You claimed Well here we are In a land surprise surprise You don't recognize.
You raised the dead Though not very well The thing you resurrected May breathe may even walk But that special something Just isn't there anymore I suppose it's stuck In the grave.
What you are doing Is wrong I know because I know I'm astride a horse of great height While you creatures walk It's okay though You may never join me I am happy to share My unsolicited advice On the ways of right.
it's busy haunting someone else so i'm afraid I simply have no pep in my step not much swagger either but that's due to my shoes good for the spine bad for the swag.
take pride in the rock on which you happened to be born even if that rock finds you distasteful and you didn't choose to be born there it's the only rock you will ever have unless you know you move or such then feel whatever.
Deep in cold storage You hang from your hook So cold and well preserved Waiting to be taken down Thinking someone will help Someone is gonna fetch me Any time now They won't.
Winter is on the horizon Soon you'll worry About being frozen The day's are growing dark The jackets are coming out A good time for cocoa Snow peoples and frost bite Best of all the bugs And the bears will be By and large asleep.
Your a fine minion Bobbing your head At just the right moment To let us all know You think all The bosses plans Are brilliant Plus I bet you'd make A good desk decoration.
You seem to be everywhere A meeting with The thugs and the preps Sunday service then the bar No matter where you just Don't stick out You aren't offensive You aren't memorable You just sorta blend And your a great climber.