Nothing else to say to you.
Nothing else for me to do.
Can't understand what I've been through.
I honestly wouldn't expect you to.

Do you care, or was it all a game?
Through the lies do you feel shame?
Who should I honestly blame?
Nothing else I expect to claim.

I'm not a vengeful person, not in the least.
But anger tends to bring out my inner beast.
You fed on my emotions like a feast.
I hope you repent to a priest.

This is probably as bitter as I'll sound.
And these aren't the words to which I'm bound.
But these feelings help make the world go round.
And by expressing anger I'll become unwound.

Put on your pretty face, and show the world your smile.
All of this while holding back that feeling of denial.
Masking emotion is terrible, but necessary all the while.
Isolation of expression, placing it in the isle.

Remove the makeup and show them your scars.
Perfection is only obtained when shooting for the stars.
Come back to Earth, and I'll show you what is ours.
We can sing and dance and parade around the bars.

Live for the moment, don't be afraid of it all.
Take the leap and don't worry where you will fall.
Smile, wave, sing and dance, like it's the grand ball.
And show the world who you really are by trying to stand tall.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days.
It all goes by in so many ways.
But you can't see through the haze.
Too blinded to complete the maze.

As time fades, so does your shine.
The memories turn into a shrine.
We attempt to let them age like wine.
To prove to ourselves that it was fine.

But the truth is that everything will end.
The colors blur and then then they will blend.
And all I wanted was to have a friend.
But now all I have is the memory to send.

So think back and smile, and remember the good.
Although it faded like no one expected it could.
And honestly I never thought that it would.
But now I reflect at the spot where we stood.

The colors fade, and then appear again
Falling away from the color wheel
Looking back on what had been
This is how I feel

The contriteness that I always show
Will linger until all is well
But you simply will not ever know
So I suffer in my own hell.

Clever, witty, deep, pure
Adjectives used to describe me
But how could any of these be so sure
Cause none of those you can see

So I continue to write all of this
With deep care in my heart
They say that ignorance is bliss
And you have fulfilled that part

Invigorate the mind through the web that is your self conscious.
Twist and turn every thought into something that you see fit.
Whether it is positive or negative, force yourself into bliss.
And smile because you have no idea what to do with it.

Throw back the world with a blink of an eye.
Leave everything in the midst of the dust.
The dust is the remains when everything begins to die.
Leaving behind the fallen icons you used to trust

Wake up from your dream, insert the reality
Fall back into the day to day, 9 to 5 void you call life.
Fill the void, the blank canvas, the empty entity.
Solve your problems with a car, a dog, or even a wife.

So that was my poem, easy to see.
Just try once, to understand me.

An internal flood has awoken in me.
My heart cries out in gasps of pain.
But all these signs you refuse to see.
Cause for you there is no mutual gain.

I'm down, I'm hurt, I'm being devoured.
I've let my feelings take control of my heart.
But you just think that I am a coward.
And let me fall, part by part.

The tears flow down my face like rain in a flood.
My heart is as empty as the bottle after last call.
But my heart will continue pumping blood.
And this will not be the day I fall.

For once I want to be the lover, instead of just the friend.
For once I want to be the one you love until the end.
For once I want to be the one who makes you laugh or cry.
For once I want to be the only sparkle in your eye.
For once I want to be the boy simply who makes you smile.
For once I want to be the one to make it all worthwhile.
For once I want to be the one you say I love you to.
For once I want to honestly believe you really do.
For once I want to be the one talking with you all night.
For once I want to be the one that you honestly just might.
For once I want to be the one you introduce to mom and dad.
And if yoy let me be the one, for once I will be glad.

Take your beating heart and throw it on the floor.

That way it will not break anymore.

**** off all emotion that you can feel.

That way your conscious will begin to heal.



Sympathy to those who only lead you astray.

Will leave you with thoughts but nothing to say.

So therefore caring is nothing but pain.

This feeling of support will drive you insane.



Heartless and cold, that's the way to live.

Nothing to take, nothing to give.

So just be empty inside your heart.

And know that you play the part.

Lashing out for anger as though you are possessed.

This is the result of the lies you had confessed.

Is it too late for your soul to be blessed?

The world may never know.



Crying out in pain as you watch your soul die.

Tears building up as you look to the sky.

The only thing you can do is just ask why.

But the answer you already know.



Try to bottle it up and force yourself to smile.

Be one among the many for just a little while.

But never once conform to their stupid style.

Because it's something that you know.



Eternity is a long time, but not long enough for you.

To understand the torture you put yourself through.

My only question is why must you do what you do.

This is all I want to know.



Bitter words I have spoken, as they ring through your head.

Would you prefer a silly lie? A love poem instead?

I refuse to repeat the hypocrisy that we are constantly fed.

This is the life we all know.

Today started out like any other day.

The skies were blue, no signs of grey.

But I turned on the news and what did they say?

Something that proceeded to blow my mind away.



The anchorman said that a man had died.

This man was a rebel, no law to abide.

But after his story I finally cried.

As I began to feel like I was by his side.



This is a story of a man named Bill.

Whose only goal was to obtain a thrill.

No one could stop him, he had free will.

And would not stop until he got his fill.



Bill was a man who spoke of a dream.

He spoke of this with a smile that would gleam.

He then proceeded to tell of his grand scheme.

That inspired us all to join his team.



His idea was simple: to form a new land.

To live by the beach and play in the sand.

Bill looked at us all and extended his hand.

And asked us all if we would make a stand.



We listened to Bill as we began to build.

Nails were hammered and screws were drilled.

And although many trees were unfortunately killed.

Our new land we dreamed of was finally filled.



This new land was complete, but what was it's name?

Bill decided on the nomer the land shall claim.

He sat in thought, and it finally came.

"This town is called Happiness", and nothing was the same.



Bill lead us all with outstanding delight.

Everyone was happy, there was no need to fight.

But the tide came rising one horrible night.

And what it left behind was one horrible sight.



And now I watch with tears in my eyes.

The anchorman reports with tears in his eyes.

"Bill is going to the city in the skies"

Perhaps in this world, was Bill just too wise.

Spent all night thinking of what you said.
Fragments of dialect floating in my head.
Now I no longer wish you were dead.
But my thoughts be sullen and full of lead.

Changing your face is quite an act.
But here is logic that still remains fact.
Do you remember when we made that pact?
It was a pinky promise to be exact.

Alas we grow old and move apart.
These feelings brood bitterly within my heart.
Maybe it's time that I finally start.
To leave my name upon the chart.

"Congratulations on the award, I'm amazed you got this far.

Never thought I'd see the day where you became a star."

Oh really, you never did. What kind of friend are you.

You had no faith in me, yeah, we are kind of through.



So save your congrats, save it for someone who cares.

When I struggled, you just gave your sickening glares.

Your two-faced friendship was chalk full of lies.

So this will be the day that whatever we had truly dies.



Your hidden agenda was great, had me completely fooled.

I must have been the slave, for you completely ruled.

My life was dictated, trying to be in your mold.

But now that I made it, you begin to fold.



This now shows your true colors, gray and black.

I'm leaving your games now, no turning back.

So I'll reminisce for you, just to give you a thrill.

Soak it all in, try and get your fill.

An artist,

Bleeding his heart into the canvas

Carefully planning his masterpiece

Dutifully paying attention to every detail.



Emotionally drained,

Forced to finish his work

Grueling over an uninviting crowd

Helpless to the impending backlash



Inspired, the artist continues

Just to prove his critics wrong

Knowing that his work will be amazing

Loving himself even more



Meticulously painting his beautiful image

Never letting stamina get to him

Opening his mind to a grand illusion

Presented to him by an transcendent figure



Questioning if what he saw was true

Reveling in the moment of it all

Slowly, the artist comes to a finish

Trapping the moment inside of his easel



Unveiling to the crowd was his final test

Vociferously, he explained his masterpiece

When all of a sudden, the artist begins to run

Xenophobia had stricken him



You now know why most artists are obscure.

Zealous fans always ruin everything.

Hey young man, wanna join a frat?

Cool wife beater and a backwards hat?

Come with us, be one of the "bros"

And help us pull some cute little hos.





All you gotta do is follow our rules

Play along and we'll provide the tools.

To be one of the coolest kids here.

Just take a shot and slam a beer.





******* come your way as soon as you join.

All over you like you got loads of coin.

Scoring ******* left and right.

Getting ***** every night.





Frat boy Brad must have forgot since he was drunk.

With this kind of attitude, you'll surely flunk.

But if you don't care about your future, stand up and say:

"I compromised my morals, but it's O.K.!"

Constant struggle seeking validation.

Crumbling under constant intimidation.

Fearing the worse is always there.

Losing it all without a care.

Abandonment of hope and losing trust.

The knife you're holding enters me with a ******.

Taking my life, my spirit, and all that's released.

Devouring my willpower like you're ready to feast.

If I am the one you care about.

Then why must you leave me with so much doubt.

For I am confused and wondering why.

That you avoid the truth, you choose to only lie.

You're words hurt more then any attack.

You're actions towards me are like a knife to the back.

So face me when you decide I must be hurt.

That way I can see that I'm worth less then dirt