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Truth:
I am alone
I am lost
I am numb

It was easier
And far less embarrassing
To tell you:
"Please, **** me again..."
Than to admit the truth
To myself
To you
Alone and Unloved
Life Never Cares about your feelings
You may like someone and they may marry someone else

Life never cares

And I wonder what the point of all this **** is
All these years on this rock ball
That spins around the sun

And it's all the same
Same seasons

Self-identity an illusion
I go from one day to the next

Getting ****** again

And America will soon be over
An economy ruined
Marshall Law and Fema Camps

So **** our corrupt leaders
They ruined this country

After our emergency food runs out
I'l just go to the mountains
**** FEMA camps

And I'll just sit there
Eat my remaining food
And starve to death I guess
We’re gonna save the kissing for something real
These are just temporary emotions
They'll go away once you leave
And then I usually forget you until next time comes around
It's seems so real though
The sweat and tension brings it alive
Maybe it's what we crave out of each other
I've felt this way before
It's hard to come across because it's internally deep
And I sometimes I get lured in so far
These feelings can't be real
But my heart is getting itself involved
This is what's confusing me
You never get the real feeling until it's gone
Maybe I've been blind from the start
It seems the benefits aren't all I wanted
Maybe all along, I've simply wanted you
In Stupor Divine, with head in sky,
I wonder about or even why.

Call me ill, but what it seems,
is she loves to taunt me in my dreams.

We walked the streets of wasted life,
I had her hand and she had my knife.

And all to be hold was her perfect face,
in this wasteland of a place.

Together we watched the end of time.
Content to the end because she was mine.

She was my world, and that's all I ever cared.
But I can't remember what we even shared.
And in all my life
I thought about
How wonderful it would be
To be a bird
To fly gracefully above the world
Above all the seas
Traveling with many companions
All the world questioning my adventures
To die a beautiful short life
But a meaningful one,
Without my knowledge of time.
Imagine how happy we could be without the knowledge of time.
I don't know how to write poems

I've never washed clothes so I don't fold them

good times? I hold them.

The urge to speak? I told them

I don't want to be better than no one.

This is the race of one man.

we are human.

you consider yourself white, while she on the other hand claims black.

Im the PROFFITT of truth.

OWN IT.
**** that little Man who think he the finest
When we all gonna wake up and realize its that he was never behind us
Crack and the **** and the things that are sad
Why do you always perceive them not to be as bad as we think
Not leading the peace
Animosity around me im lost in the place
We believe it is safe
And look at the child who think he the finest
With all the gold and the diamonds
Rocks that are nothing and more or the less than denying the people of earth
The peace of mind they been searching with bliss

As I walk through the valley
The sight of the hell and the fire
And the scent of gasoline
Keeps my heart at bay
As I walk through the valley
My soul begins to break
As I keep slowly drifting away
Day by day it brings me to tears
When I think about what once was
And what it was that lead me to here
two summers, one winter this year
we can forget about autumn for now
that's just the sunset into the darkness
two summers and one winter

two countries as of yet
on opposite sides of the hemisphere
two different night skies under one moon
two countries aross one big water

two languages are spoken
two worlds possessed
at the slight of a tongue
two worlds of words and rhyme

two lives from this point
i learnt how to be a person
and now i can't remain
two separate lives and two separate beings

two days have passed
since i returned to this life
of night time walks
and restlessness
two days of darkness

two more months to go
until i can fly from this caged nest once more
see all that i want to, a million different sunsets
two more months under these grey skies
i really hate that ending
Believe you me
We are all defined
By what's deep beneath
Our never ending mind
Take all the hate
Throw it to the side
Man I say take all the hate
And throw it to the side
Release the all the demons
Now their gone like the time
Man take all your pain
And Stare it in the eye
Can't you see
The glass in your eye
Looking at yourself
Blinded by what some rich guys
Want you to define
Define what you perceive
And what you can believe
Pineal perception is all that you need
Its just a simple little rhythem
To show you a different way to rhyme
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