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Sean Keane Mar 2010
You abuse one, You abuse us all
The one strikes back, We stand tall
One gets knocked down, We break the fall
One yells for help, We answer the call
because it will always be, all for one and the one is all
Sean Keane Mar 2010
The clock strikes three
and the people are happy,new life begins

The clock strikes six
The people get indifferent,and the government wins

The clock strikes nine
The people start to notice the government is obtuse

The clock strikes twelve
The people are outraged, all hell breaks loose

The clock strikes three
The people are happy, but they only think they are free..........
Sean Keane Mar 2010
I am losing my mind, I slowly go insane.
I think to little, I think to big, but never enough.
I feel as if it is the source of my bane.
It is not known the way I act is a bluff

I am hiding how I feel, I don’t want others to think me enamored or even mad!
I imagine vivid colors and sounds, that makes the senses tingle!
Is it all real or am I suffering something like gad?
It is grand, as if my dreams and reality were to commingle!

How can it be that seeing these things is nuts?!
Is it possible that I am the normal one here!?
In space and beyond reality has my mind jut?!
I shall never act different! My mind will not clear!

I very much like my abstract thought
for society my mind will never be wrought
Sean Keane Mar 2010
A door creaks open, light pours in
An ice cold breeze blast onto my skin
My foot steps out upon the land
I walk across ice, grass and sand
The sun has gone down
and the moon has risen
darkness all around
I am stuck in this prison
I close my eyes and the darkness recedes
I must venture forth and continue my deeds
A mountain so tall
and an ocean so vast
I shall not fall
My goal surpassed
I lay on the floor my chalice in sight
this is something that I must do right
I am ready and willing to fight
In the end I'll stand here a Knight
Sean Keane Mar 2010
All that I love is never around
Just alive in thought, never found
Hoping and wanting might as well be the same
Is my life just a game?
No one to share these thoughts with
I feel as though love is a myth
Am I destined to forever be alone?
But of course I am always on my own
Sean Keane Mar 2010
I want to end this pain
writhing and tormenting my heart
I however do not speak of love
I feel horrible, like a schizophrenic brain
I have so many problems, I know not where to start
I just want to fly away from it all like a peaceful dove
Sean Keane Mar 2010
There is this feeling in my heart, This ****** feeling tearing me apart
from the inside out , a blow to the chest, a kind of clout leaving me stressed
My mind and heart filled with doubt, I want to snap, scream and shout
I waste my time being so nice, everything I do is a roll of the dice
The world feels so ****** up, Ill open my mouth and eat that death cup
Is it everyone else or is it just me? My brain feels like messy debris
I would think it wise to give it up now, there is only so much pain I can allow
My brain is scrambled and my heart split in half, I find it ever so hard just to laugh
I have had enough of you world! Into the fire you had me hurled
I sit here in pain my thoughts unfurled, my brain is a mess everything swirled
I find it hard to wake up everyday, all I do is fight to keep these feelings at bay
I want to help those in need, but crush those who mislead
It seems I am not wanted around here, of these feelings this is the most severe
I don't belong anywhere on earth, I know right now I have no worth
ever since my day of birth, I have not had the true feeling of mirth
I hate this all, I want it to end, Ill jump into a squall, and my heart you'll rend
I have so much anger I do not know what to do,and at the same time I feel so blue
My time on earth is through, why cant my life just start anew
No matter what I do or where I go, the world the wolf, and I the doe
But do not think I'll go down a loser, Ill see you in hell, you'll meet your accuser
I feel lost in life, no map as a guide, no one will know the day that Sean died
If I must Ill live on alone, until I turn to dust and bone
Everyone whines about menial stuff, life has been rough, considering its a bluff
I do not know what is left to do, maybe Ill see you later, until then adieu
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