My bad sorry words so hollow even if you mean it what's done is done will they seek recompense we can start a feud can always run how far is far enough hope I know it when I see it.
Late to the party Arguably fashionably so what lies on the horizon the same old woe claims the cynic in me in me the cynic I am the optimist I try to be might claim otherwise the optimist i try to be Do I really want to be Could be fun A change of pace The Optimist I try to be might say so long as you're alive things can change for the better.
Take an idea boil it down and spread it around it's done so readily some forget the whole and it makes you wonder should you share knowledge if you can share only a bit they fill in the blanks with whatever and ruin everything or twist it just enough to make a mockery the worst do it intentionally most really just don't know.
black pool pull me down fill my hollow chamber's with something words would be nice good ones please I would sacrifice my mind at the inkwell alter if only I could find the right guide.
Face down in the street Was it because Of drink Or maybe you just don't care where you are They'll haul you away If you have a poor excuse But maybe the cells Are mostly empty And you can get Some rest.
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.
I'd like to find a special land where everything is just a little quieter where the residents aren't so chaotic a place preferably within walking distance all I can think of is a monastery or asylum.
I was going to say something profound but I forgot it something about life and how not to live in bitterness to forgive or at least forget I wish I could remember it.
build them up knock them down you can build whatever you can imagine and you have the skill to build kinda frustrating so many pieces maybe just a wall.
Or the highway Or the secret tunnel Or the alley way The yellow brick road There's a lot of ways Truth be told To get where we are going The place all find themselves eventually The great state of confusion.
person stop doing that that thing you do I find it odious It gets under my skin It makes me think of purifying fire Why Why why well as I said it annoys no it offends me my sensibilities/morals are irritated mind my own business you say ha ha ha I can't.
If you ask me I say it's a new day Some would say It's still yesterday No you see Twelve has come Twelve has gone A new day is here Perhaps It will be pleasant.
Go to sleep Don't get up I would if I could But your bad vibes Keep me here In the rocky land Of consciousness Yes your bad vibes Your Ill will for me It's totes unjustified And really loud.
Tick Tock Tick Tock yes I know your always moving I hear you passing So slowly when i'm glum and a dead run when things are good each tick tock is so precocious and that dam clock won't let you forget it.
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.
You might Fall into the clouds If you have no anchor For most All you need Is your physical shell The needs of the body To keep you in check But some Need something more Perhaps some one To remind them why The earth isn't so bad.
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.
look at them they're the staring post built to take all the glares i'm sorry if your new designation is not to your liking I don't make the rules I just look along with the crowd.
You see The weight of the world Was precariously perched On Atlas's shoulders If he were to shrug The world would fall Which while leaving Atlas A great deal lighter Would also depress him To no end.
They haunt me Those rage filled Sockets I wonder What caused it Or who Can they be calmed Would vengeance Be the fix Or is anger And hate all That's left.