Your style and grace illuminate this place,
When you crack a smile on your face.
But your eyes conceal a world full of lies,
That was created by all the other guys.

I'm not depressed, I'm just uninspired by all the rest,
Whose eyes seem to fixate entirely on your chest.
And after a while, it'll go out of style.
But you'll hide your denial with a crooked smile.

Its insane to know they have nothing to gain,
By attempting to get inside of your brain.
But I'm not the same, and I know its a shame,
But there's no one to blame for this silly little game.

So give me a chance, more than just a glance,
My intentions are greater than to get in your pants.
Because more than your bed, I want in your head.
To prove that romance is anything but dead.

I'm looking for a reason,
A reason to the question why?
But everything in this current season,
Amounts to one humongous lie.

The people that I know,
The so-called "friends" I've made.
Are nothing but pure show,
As I live in their eternal shade.

Maybe I'm not understanding,
Maybe I need something to change.
But as I brace for a crash landing,
None of them are in range.

So here I am, as always alone.
Because my value to them is slim.
I live alone in this isolated zone.
With my outlook extremely grim.

I've been told to show some pride
When my mistakes began to glow.
But my feelings were the first that died
When I swallowed them long ago.


My greatest friends are frozen on my wall.
Their smiles shine with a mocking sense of glee.
I hear their hallowed, empty call.
Their words rain down upon me.


You called me the light at the end of the tunnel.
When you meant that I'm better off dead.
The hope you gave began to funnel
As your words echo through my head.


So I simply sit and write these empty verses
Pretending that you care to hear.
But you gutted my feelings like your empty purses.
And left me with nothing but fear.

I am not afraid of death.
Death is the final answer,
It may come from the ending of breath,
Or perhaps from succumbing to cancer.
Death is not what I fear,
For it brings with it great peace,
Despite what you commonly hear,
Death provides great release.

What I fear is the everyday routine,
Or life, as we like to say.
The constant struggle as a human being
Takes its toll every day.
I cringe the thought of falling behind,
And being left in the dust.
For life is the game without rewind,
And moving forward is a must.

You pride yourself on being an Instagram ******.
To hide the fact that you're a scholastic flunkie.
Your body may be skinny, but your attitude is chunky.
But that doesn't matter, your boyfriend is hunky.
You're just another member of this generation.
Using social media to seek validation.
Unwilling to join the societal relegation.
You snap another selfie to provide esteem inflation.

Congratulations on finally being Instafamous!
Appealing to all, from beauty to heinous.
Leading the change to a society of nameless.
With actions to show that you are truly shameless.

As a child, Mom and Dad said it was "just a phase."
Growing up, you lived the life that was "all the rage"
But now that your face has taken center stage.
It's time to see how your true colors have aged...
Instagram should name a filter after you,
For all the nights that you went through,
Matching the right lighting and tone
For people to view on their telephone:
Your perfect hair,
Your perfect eyes,
That perfect smile,
Conceiling lies.
Your perfect body,
Your perfect chest,
Convince them all,
That you're the best.
2000 men,
And many more,
Still totally think,
You're an instawhore!

Congratulations on finally being Instaqueen,
The idol to girls under seventeen.
A product raisedon a Disney screen,
Maybe now you'll get what they truly mean...

My heart tells me I'm alive, but am I really living?
In a world full of takers, what am I actually giving?
A half-mast, half-assed, half-empty cup of ****.
Masked in awkward silence and sharp pointed wit.

I'll blame it on the others, say they aren't the same.
When I haven't given reason to remember my name.
Because it's easier to mask the fact that I'm a wreck.
By simply hiding on the wall like a speck.

Doubt and remorse will eventually take it's course.
I'm seeking inspiration, but am blind to it's source.
Hindrance and distraction caused by my reaction,
To the vices that provide me with cheap satisfaction.

Maybe I should simply just give it all away.
Leave town, just drive, without a word to say.
But that would be easy, with admitting defeat.
Another cycle of life that's stuck on repeat.

It's Friday night at the sorority house.
You struggle to find the perfect blouse.
For the party of the year is happening tonight.
So you make sure everything is completely right.

Subtlety was left with your coat at the door.
I'd expect nothing less from a party-hopping *****.
I've no place to judge if promiscuity be your choice.
But it's the same decision that makes my friends rejoice.

Your claws sink in to the first bro you see.
Tonight he is everything you want him to be.
Muscular, tall, and a great head of hair.
You hardly notice him pretend to care.

You leave the party and end up at his place.
His pretentious lines cause a smile on your face.
Then he brings his mouth close to your lips.
Not the ones on your face but those between your hips.

As you lay in his bed, your hair quite the mess.
The words you uttered for those to bless.
You ask yourself if there's anything better.
Than being a mark on his varsity letter.

Eventually the moon loses its shine over time.
It dims and then fades; nature's greatest crime.
The van Gogh you desired turns dim, then black.
It's lost in the memories you won't get back.

The stars you wished on burned out in the sky.
Falling like tears that you refused to cry.
Splattered like a Pollack, then erased from sight,
Left alone to ponder your life in the night.

It may be darkest before the dawn.
But all of your dreams seem to be gone.
You're channeling your inner Picasso blue,
But dreaming of what else there is to do.

Your easel is life, your brush be your decision.
Will your masterpiece come from perfect precision?

I can't be the one to save you,
I can't even save myself.
A novel is formed from what you went through,
Just to collect dust upon my shelf.

Our problems are one in the same,
We both seek the chance for love.
You have sorrow and heartache to blame.
While I'm left seeking guidance above.

We both feel empty and alone,
But we won't give each other hope.
We simply fake it over the phone,
And think it helps the other cope.

Like yin with yang, we coexist,
Because alone we cease to be.
But how much longer can fate resist,
The bond between you and me?

Our parents said when we grew up,
That it would all make sense.
18 years later, half a drink in my cup
And I'm still sitting on the fence.
Because I understand the little things,
Like what really was under my bed.
But I still don't know who pulls the strings,
Or what's really inside my head.

Afraid of what the future will bring,
I'm drowning my fears in the bleak.
Because with time comes an eventual swing,
That helps bring down your body's peak.
My greatest fear is being alone,
While watching the undeserving succeed.
Submerged in doubt, up high on my throne,
I fail to adjust to life's unfathomable speed.

The first two verses came from when I became of age.
And a lot has surely changed since that day.
I have calmed a lot of my fiery rage,
And completely understand life in entirely new way.
But my hopes and fears remain the same,
While the rest of the world changes face.
But I now know I'm the one to blame,
For never trying to change my place.

Where do dreams go when they die?
Do they leave our perception and ascend to the sky?
To fuel our rewards for living as pure?
But that would simply make death the cure.

Perhaps they fall with us down below?
Sinking to the depths of torment as we go.
Looped on repeat, you're faux greatest hits.
Forced to watch your soul crumble to bits.

For some, dreams are the goal of the greater good.
Others dream of evil they'd do if they could.
The polarity of dreams mold our world today.
When things we do turn to things we say.

Nightmares can haunt us,  why must dreams resist?
Feeling unwanted even though we insist.
The fate of the future lies in our dreams.
Will they be joyous cried or hallowed screams?

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
For your anger fuels your cry.
Left to roam, but without a home.
Your voice echoes to the sky.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
For you have left the pack.
Prideful and strong, you refuse to follow.
And for you there's no turning back.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
For the forest will spread fear.
Late at night, with no hope in sight.
Your call will catch their ear.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
The blood flows through your core.
The flesh of your enemy torn to shreds,
Leaves you only wanting more.

So howl at the moon, my dear lone wolf.
For it's they only way you know.
You'll cry to the unforgiving sky.
And never find where to go.

Your name gave me hope, because it was something new.
But sadly I already can see what you're going to do.
You promise that you're different, but I could argue back.
That you stabbed me in the heart, and watched it rot to black.

You're just like all the others, so why should I even care?
Changing your appearance like the color of your hair.
I'm the loser at the bar with his eyes glued to the phone.
In a crowd full of people, I still remain alone.

Uninspired and undesired, I wallow in my fate.
Watching the rest of the world from just behind the gate.
I'm afraid of rejection, but afraid of acceptance more.
Intimacy terrifies me, down to the very core.

It's Friday night, the feeling is right,
And I've gotten myself in the mood.
To sit on the couch, and act like a grouch,
While deep inside I brood.

The cynicism in me is easy to see,
Because I never leave room for doubt.
I refuse to believe but instead I perceive.,
A life with a reason to pout.

Sitting in place, with despair on my face,
Unable to give myself a chance.
Because deep down inside, I'm inclined to hide,
For they never give a second glance.

So with words I'll play, I'll woefully say,
That this is not how to be.
Because if you spent the time to read this rhyme,
You're just as manic as me.

Bottles of alcohol should be labeled "False Hope",
Because they are no more than a method to cope.
You drink one down, pass it around, and get lost in it all.
But back down to Earth you'll eventually fall.

Once back to the surface, you gather a new means.
Of getting to the levels shown on the silver screens.
You get yourself high, but it all ends the same.
You're floating alone, sifting through all their blame.

"A car wreck sound lovely", you say to yourself.
As you pull out the blade and harm your health.
Your silent cries have fallen on empty ears.
It is the final product of your greatest fears.

You found a revolver in your parent's drawer.
Ready to claim the casualty of an internal war.
"They won't miss me at all" you truly believe.
But I'll still be here, alone and left to grieve.

Expectations and reality are never the same.
So when things go to hell, why am I to blame?
Is it cause deep down that you know you're a lie?
Are you so full of yourself you can't look me in the eye?

Climb off your high horse, Miss Queen of the Earth.
Look to the ground to find your actual worth.
If self-absorption was a game, you set the high score.
So upgrade your console, you manipulative *****.

It's time that we both got some space.
But honestly I hope that you fall on your face.
Thanks for the memories, I'll see you in Hell.
I'll be the one ringing your reckoning bell.

How come the only voices I hear at night are my own?
I cry out for solace, but no one dares pick up the phone.
So it's another night of laying awake, simply wondering why.
Why am I the lonely one? I thought I was a good guy.

No woman wants to take a chance on the one that's a little odd.
They simply want a dashing smile and a perfectly sculpted ***.
And even if that isn't true, I simply cannot see.
Why no girl ever wants to take a chance on me.

Maybe it's because I lack the confidence to give myself a chance.
But it's hard to find faith in yourself when no one will give a glance.
So instead I'll write my loneliness down, and drown it all away.
For a bottle of beer I'll never fear because it never has words to say.

A troubled heart and troubled mind are often one in the same.
But this loneliness and unwillingness must be the one to blame.
And I guess I'll end this poem with another bitter  word.
Cause I'm simply nothing more than the odd one in the herd.

I question the meaning of friendship,
Right down to its very core.
I believed that a friend must give,
But my 'friends' thought to simply take more.

Nothing but an afterthought,
My 'friends' leave me in the dust.
Care must be optional to them,
I thought it was a must.

When they are sad, they talk to me,
Because I'll try to make it right.
But when they are happy, they forget I exist.
Which for me means another lonely night.

Maybe the problem simply is me,
For not knowing my 'friends' weren't true.
And those who know me reading this,
Chances are, I'm talking about you.

It's 1 AM and I'm alone again,
Simply existing like matter in space.
Frozen in the cold front that emptiness brings,
Cloaked in the darkness where loneliness breeds.
Through sullen eyes and an unforgiving mind,
I see something shine bright and clear: you.

Not you, the one who left me behind,
Your shine comes with a tint of rust.
You no longer glisten in the sun, but burn.
Your light you shine never showed your true color.
It was because of you that my darkness grew,
And began to engulf the light I'd shine.

Not you, the one who I burned out.
In my darkest hour you shined your light.
But my soul by then was a black hole.
Your light got lost in the dead of night.
And so you fled, before I found the light again.
Left alone to fight demons in the dark.

It is you, the one I've yet to truly see.
Your light shines too bright to see your face.
But I can feel your warmth, even in this cold.
Your light is a beacon of hope that I'll run towards.
At the end of the tunnel could be two things.
I just hope my heart won't burn out my eyes.

You howl like a wolf, who barks at the moon
Crying cause the love you had faded way too soon.
You cry like the whale, who sings there all alone.
Hoping that someone miles away can hear your lonely tone.

You hear your favorite song, and it tears you clear apart.
The one you dedicated it to has slowly crushed your heart.
You try to sit in silence, but their voice creeps in your head.
You can only sulk in misery and remember what they said.

The memory burns to the end of your cigarette.
And the only thing left for you now is regret.
The last words you said were "And never come back"
But now you are stuck to replace what you lack.

This is the feeling of heartbreak, and it's oh so ******* real.
It's the bitterness that's hidden beneath love's wonderful appeal.
The only way to cope, is to find yourself something new.
The spot is always there, what fills it is up to you.

Nothing's more lonely than 2 AM in my bed.
Nothing's more crazy than the dreams in my head.
Nothing's more lethal than the words that I say.
Nothing's more saddening than the songs that I play.

Everything's perfect cause you think that I'm fine.
Everything's joyful because I got the chance to shine.
Everything's ruined because I burned it all to flames.
Everything's history when I forget all their names.

Something has to give, whether it's my heart or my soul.
Something has to be accomplished, for that is your goal.
Something has to be presented, for all the world to see.
Something that you forgot, that demons roam in me.

Finally I've figured out just what is really best.
Finally I've decided to give up all the rest.
Finally I'll just drown my sorrow in a cold one tonight.
Finally I'll just live with it cause it'll be alright.

Today's the day I start anew.
The search to find what's really true.
I'll search my soul to find what's inside.
My hopes and fears can no longer hide.

I'll start this quest to save myself.
To recover the strands of mental health.
I'll prove I'm sane and full of grace,
And abolish the outsider in my place.

The problem is not knowing where to start.
Is it my mind, my soul, or even my heart?
All I know is that the time is now.
The questions remaining are when and how.

The final piece to the puzzle is you.
I can't figure out the role you do.
My greatest ally, or my greatest foe.
I guess only time will truly show.

You gave your mind to something you truly believed in,
You have your heart to someone who didn't truly believe in you.
Your heart began to pollute your mind with sin.
Until madness corrupted every action you would do.

You struggled to fight against the attack.
Colors blended from the fading light's gleam.
Senses failed as you faded into black,
Darkness fell upon your hopes and dreams.

Empty and void, that's how you exist,
Attached to misery, drawing blood like a leech.
The sympathy of others you couldn't resist,
The opportunity for the masses to hear you preach.

You sighed your final breath and passed away,
The coroner determined it to be a broken heart.
Your final words were simply "Please Stay"
Just know that no one filled the part.

I've toed the line between sane and absurd,
I've held on to your every last word.
But the day has come, and you still aren't here.
And this was the sum of all my fears.

The thoughts I had would make a saint blush.
I honestly hoped this was more than a crush.
I went out on a limb, but under me it broke.
I became the punchline to your elaborate joke.

So here I sit, alone in my thoughts.
Trapped like prisoners isolated in their cots.
Watching the world crumble beneath me.
I gave it all but you refused to see.

Never have I ever wanted it to end,
But that was the message your absence would send.
So now I'm here, back to square one.
Left alone to bask in this hollow sun.

She writes symphony's when she speaks,
A voice that separates from the choir.
I'm shouting from the top of mountain peaks,
Balancing while crossing a tight rope wire.

Her voice carries like the word of a king,
Commanding those that choose to hear.
The bell of the ball, her voice will ring,
I'll come running until I am near.

Her charm is her strongest tool,
Like a guitar, finely tuned to proper key.
I dance to her song like a silly fool,
Only wishing that she sang about me.

The song is over, I begin to walk away,
Her performance was simply the best.
I really hope that she will stay,
For her encore is better than the rest.

I normally feel blue, but all I can see is red.
The anger you provoke still churning in my head.
Mixing with feelings of anger and woe.
From the change of roles from friend to foe.

Your words were laced with lies, hidden behind a smile.
By the time I figured it out, I was just another in the pile.
Just another notch in your well worn belt.
Left to reform my heart from when you made it melt.

I decided that it was time for you to be done.
So I went to my friend and he gave me a gun.
I loaded it with vengeance, pulled the trigger, and boom.
Little did I know it would bring me to my doom.

The discharge from the recoil blew me away.
And from the hole in your chest, neither of us could stay.
It turns out you had a heart after all.
It's a pity that a bullet was your swan song.

The oceans flow and bring with them hope.
The tide comes and washes our sins away.
A means of finding a way to cope.
I hope this waters are calm enough to stay.

A levee is built to hold back the flood.
But still some sediments seep through.
The pollutants build up like contaminants in blood.
Flowing toxins deep inside of you.

I look up for a moment and notice a cloud,
The sky and the ocean are one in the same.
Both with tremendous ability to burst aloud,
While suppressing it's power in a matter that's tame.

I look back down as I drift to sea,
And a smile comes across my face.
I realize that everything within me,
Is a possession of this enchanted place.

Time passes by, and still no word.
My friends simply ask me if I have heard.
They say you speak to them all the time.
So why did we have to stop on a dime?

I wasn't the one who broke your heart.
I'm not saying I'm innocent, I did play my part.
You were the one who wanted this to end.
I thought giving you space would help you mend.

Before all this, you said you would always care.
A shoulder to lean on, you'd always be there.
But now you're gone, and I can finally see.
That all of the fault truly falls on me.

Brooding behind a veil of false happiness,
I smile and wave for the masses.
Never revealing my true madness,
The people laugh and sit on their *****.

I say "Excuse me miss, but your vanity is showing,"
She covers her chest and calls me a pig.
Her brightest color is now truly glowing,
The red of evil hidden in her blonde wig.

I've had enough of this anger and regret,
So I throw my sorrow to the sea.
Let it fall as the sun will set,
And watch it sink with all my misery.

I'll find structure among the destruction,
And settle where others dare not to go.
I'll find some truth within the corruption,
And find my true colors to show.

Your spirit is that of a flower child,
With dandelion dreams in your heart.
Your personality is your canvas,
Truly a work of art.

I want to help pollinate your dreams,
Flowing in the breeze of change.
You deserve the harvest of success,
That comes from anything in range.

Your voice is a song from the past,
Full of passion and harmonic bliss.
The only instrument needed is love,
A symphony will come from a kiss.

Nothing else I could say would suffice,
For you deserve everything and more.
I could dedicate the world to you,
But that would never even the score.

We search for better means to end out pain,
But it's these drugs that keep us sane.
Numb to it all, we simply exist.
That escape from it all we just can't resist.
Scared of the world, we cower in fear.
Hoping that the end is truly near.
The truth of it all, we know to be just.
The feeling of emptiness, ready to bust.
But we bottle them up, mask them with lies.
To hope they can't see through our dark eyes.

As I become a memory, you become a verse.
The burden that you bear for me
Becomes a new day's curse.
We gave each other everything: time, faith, and trust.
We ignored the song of loneliness,
The scent and allure of lust.

As the scene shifted, your role began to change.
Your commitment felt lifted,
Your affection felt strange.
The shot clock expired, the title match done...
After the events that transpired,
You also lost your sense of fun.

So what's next for me, I don't know.
The things I want to see,
The places I want to go.
All of these things I will firmly hold true.
But the joy these will bring,
Won't match the joy I got from you.

My real emotion and feelings hide,
I struggle to keep it all inside.
Behind the words of discontent,
Behind the voice of dissonance.
Behind the scent of false allure,
Behind the scope of what's impure.
Behind the hopes that never last,
Behind the fears from my past.
Behind the smile of a million lies,
Behind the glance of sullen eyes.
Behind it all you may finally see,
The struggle that rages inside of me.

I want to be swept away by a hurricane,

Caught, tangled, broken in two.

Thrown out onto a fault line,

Splitting the world in half,

Descending into your madness and Hell.

I want to go to war alone,

Making as much noise as I can.

Running through a minefield,

Equipped with only a pistol,

And a shot reserved for you.

I want to burn out, alone and cold.

Caught in contradictory parallel miseries.

Being driven completely insane,

By the memories that remain, 

And everything else you forgot.

I want a lot of things,

But what I want the most,

Is for you to give me back,

Something you never planned to take,

My peace of mind.

My soul now needs a resting space, 

To escape from my internal storm. 

Your heart seems like the perfect place: 

Tender, soft, innocent and warm.

But I could never expect you to let me in,

For my soul is definitely not pure.

I have struggled completely between vice and sin,

Trapped in the viciousness of life’s allure.

But I see that you are different, the look is in your eyes.

Your scent is innocent, natural, and sweet.

Your calming presence is a break from the cracking of my skies.

A feeling of hope comes every time we meet.

Your existence alone inspired me to write this. 

Imagine what I could if we shared eternal bliss.

Everything before you is the result of your peers.
You refused to speak up about your valid fears.
So now, as the end of your existence nears.
Your cries for help fall upon unconcerned ears.

Structure, format, foundation, everything breaks down.
It affects the way you think, feel, act, and believe.
You become what you hate, you embrace the vile sickness that overcomes you.
Nothing is spared, your psyche becomes a shattered mass of lost promise and broken dreams.

What is left is what they think is right.
Up is down, front is back, and day is night.
Blinded by the world, afraid of the light.
Your hopes and dreams are no longer in sight.

Panic, dementia, insanity, corruption.
These ideas are now what you embrace.
Corroded are the traits you once pride yourself on.
Go be one of them now, you have sealed your fate.

Your cries for help fall like tears,
To the unforgiving masses.
You spill your guts and your fears,
While they sit on their fat *****.

The crowd feeds on your futile pleas.
The emotion keeps them alive.
The stench you emit; they cling to like fleas.
Your failure is the reason they survive.

So keep them happy, play your part,
And watch them as they dance.
They revel in the pain in your heart,
Then turn without another glance.

The sickening part of all of this,
Is that you call them your friends.
Your pain is all they would surely miss.
So appease them to the very end.

I'm just a name you will forget,
A memory that will fade,
A one night stand that you regret,
Something inorganically made

But I'm much more than that,
Something you will never see.
Behind the glasses and the hat,
Is someone I struggle to be.

Nervous, frayed, and shaken,
I struggle to find my own way.
But through the road I've taken,
I find the words to say.

A name remembered now,
I feel a part of something great.
All I simply say is wow,
And smile since it's not too late.

Have you ever felt lost, alone, and wanted to cry?
Unable to cope because your soul wants to die?
You try to escape from it all by simply getting high.
Instead of actually trying to contemplate why.

Unable to escape the demons of your past.
You continue to act in the role that they cast.
Inside you want to run, but they are much too fast.
So you force yourself to see how long you can last.

Your eyes lost their shine, the white fades to grey.
Your fears of it all have bound you to stay.
So shiver cold and alone in your bed where you lay.
And struggle to find the right words to say.

Enough of your games, you always win.
Enough of your pain, derived from sin.
Inside you are already dead to me.
Good thing I haven't started acting out.

Did I break the structure of what I said?
You ruined the foundation that holds up my head.
So I won't give you an ounce of remorse.
Instead you're just a marker along my course.

You wanted it all, I gave all I could.
You wanted my love, I said that I would.
But now you've tarnished all that I had.
So don't play dumb at the fact that I'm mad.

I'm starting over now, so I need to move on.
By this time tomorrow, you know I'll be gone.
On to the next one, who will say more the same.
Because everyone knows that love's just a game.

My mind is an asylum,
Committed for insanity.
So I sit in my confined cell,
And watch the world’s vanity.
Consumer greed, ignorant leads
Follow along the woven path.
Something doesn't add up,
Maybe it was my math.
Materials are worth more than man.
Man only cares for power.
The woven path to oblivion
The end is the final hour.
So I sit inside my cell
Knowing I have nothing to gain.
And then I begin to laugh
And say “Maybe I’m the one who’s sane…”

Freedom can be found floating above.
Independence and grace, soaring like a dove.
But unlike the bird, we all must come down.
The fall from the clouds to this gloomy town.

You can try to stay up there.
But the cloud will evaporate into air.
The descent back down to Earth is fast.
The impact is one that will surely last.

Swallow the sadness with a liquid friend.
But that moment of happiness will quickly end.
Destruction and despair will surely follow.
Then the purging will make you hollow.

What solemn truths are you trying to hide?
What horrible pasts control such a ride?
Instead of cowardice, confront your foes.
And rid yourself of such deadly woes.

The lightning that I saw in your eyes,
Couldn’t match the thunder in your heart.
And in this storm that we call love,
The torrential downpour was just the start.

The flooding of guilt that was to come,
Could break the levy of almost any man.
The darkness in the skies gave no hope,
No rising dawn appeared in this plan.

So I stood my ground while it crumbled,
And the Earth gave way below me.
For my final breath, I released a cry.
“Is this all you wanted from me?”

The look in your eye showed the storm had passed,
And the tides had shifted back.
Then we began to rebuild again.
Nature’s course is back on track.

Happiness is a warm gun I've heard.
Also that **** is such a friendly word.
Two song references back to back.
Keeping my repetition on track.

Wordplay is fun, in fact it's a game.
Some would say that love is the same.
But those that feel that way are broken hearted.
Because the ones they loved have since departed.

My mind's grown stale from not writing in so long.
Forgetfulness truly lies within the ****.
So I'll refresh, and continue this little play on words.
Thoughts a flutter, like the exodus of birds.

So my dreams come to me, and I'll let them in.
I promise you that they aren't full of sin.
The biblical references will now end here.
And so will this poem, as it's conclusion has drawn near.

I’m sick of all the *******, I’m sick of all the lies.
I’m through with listening to your rhetoric; your words are now fallen cries.
We’ve all been beaten, bloodied, and battered before.
But shattering lives won’t even the score.
It’s time to hit them where it hurts the most.
Their pride, their ego, that callous entitlement they boast.
So given the chance, would you do it again?
The ends and the means are both on the mend.

Loneliness, darkness, enclosing around you.
Suffocating your thoughts and mind, what do you do?
Illuminate your aura, ignite the passion you once held dear.
Release it all into action, react within, and hold no fear.

Feelings of pain are the hardest to let go.
Why is this? Because they are the most hurtful to know.
Tearing you bare, these feelings released are primal and raw.
And there is nothing to be done, for this is natural law.

After this, all of your heart and mind will be truly free.
Your inner self will finally open their eyes and see.
This inner sight will show and the colors will be bright.
And your radiance from all of this will truly be a sight.

An expression of self is all I can do.
As the viewer, it is up to you.
You can either read what I say.
Or you can let my words fade away.

Either way, I'll continue to write.
Tweak with wordplay until it's right.
Although you were once my biggest fan.
I guess your interests changed with your plan.

I'll figure it out one day, and then I'll know.
That this wasn't how it was supposed to go.
But I'll still be here, writing alone.
So go ahead, leave your message at the tone.

Letters, words, syllables, sound.
Tiny fragments make the world go round.
But it's the words that aren't said that make this stop.
The fragile sense of self begins to pop.

Hide it all behind a smile, say that it's O.K.
Everyone is better off when it's this way.
**** pride, **** glory, **** self esteem.
Let everything you know come busting out the seam.

All of this, everything, is tied down to diction.
This has become a story that is greater than fiction.
But the world won't understand what I am saying.
As I don't even understand the options that I'm weighing.

Honestly, this writing is starting to grow old.
I can sense these feelings are numbing and cold.
So I'll finish this with a simple request.
Have fun, be happy, and I hope for the best