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nish  Jul 2018
.11:11
nish Jul 2018
it’s crazy how superstition works
any belief, sometimes even religion
can make you go completely bezerk

it’s 23.10hrs in the night
i’m lying here and thinking
it’s really, nearly time
ironic how I write this
for my mother always told me
it'll only come true
if you keep it a secret


but,
I just have to write this
and pray that you see it


It’s 23.11 in the depths of the night
I wish you were here.
I always wish on 11:11 instead of the stars. Time isn’t real but the stars are there all through the night. It just feels more right to use 11:11.
Viseract  Sep 2016
Spitfire #1
Viseract Sep 2016
Demonic possession is what it feels like sometimes,
The way I spit words out and they just happen to rhyme
I sit and think sometimes, about what I wanna write
But then it never comes to me , avoids me it stays outta sight and I

Don't know why I'm writing this, I'm sure I'll find a message
To send across the void that is this world and then the rest will
All make sense, no pretence, nor any pretext
That I'm using just busting words before I forget

I gotta add a little something about what happened today
I got my ****** grade from chemistry it was no A
Just a D, and I was worried but my Father doesn't care
I'm no good at Chemistry, he knows that it ain't fair

It's all about experimentation and adapting
To the strengths and weaknesses that make you a masterpiece happening
This world is full of unique people and you are another one too
So you gotta put your head down, do what you gotta do

I would like to make an announcement, before it leaves my mind
To clear up some other **** that I left behind
Me and Georgia now, you know her? I wrote a lot
About how much I hated her, how I wanted to rot

Yeah, we're good now, so please do not look back
On my works, when I went bezerk and launched a stupid internet attack
Some of it was my fault, and I've come to terms with it
We good now, it's okay, so please don't read that ****

I'm sitting here on my bed, not knowing what I'm about to write
Just knowing that I need another way to pass the night
So I spit fire, I'll retire, maybe right about now
Have a good day or night, my friends, be careful when you go out

<3
may make this a series, I'm not sure... it'll just be me writing a rap about my day or whatever floats into my head
Viseract  May 2016
Psychologists
Viseract May 2016
A grey and rainy day
A day to wash away the pain
Clean the slate before fate decides
The pain is here to stay

A person to specialise in fixing my problems
When I myself have trouble trying to solve them
A psychologist for someone as messed up as me
Can they really fix it?
Well I guess we'll see

I got so much anger
Yeah it's balled up deep within
Massages don't do **** for me
It's deeper than the muscles under my skin

It's all up in my mind
And a part of my anatomy
Can you really fix my anger
When it's coded in my chemistry?

I'm not too sure
But I really hope it works
Because if it doesn't I'll probably collapse
Either that or go bezerk

Down the other alley
Is a depression so deep
You can almost taste the water when
You're drowning in your sleep

But asleep or dead
I know it's all up in my head
Every problem can be solved with time
Rather than force the end

The problem with me is
Whilst I can write
Talking to others about my problems
Is probably my hardest fight

So hopefully I work well
With my new psychologist
And hopefully she doesn't become
An anger antagonist
nathanthepoet Oct 2013
as i sit here wondering what could be wrote
on dayz like trees sometimes i need a ****
of the chronic and ill tell you no ****,
but ill go bezerk if the ***** didnt save me a hit.

cause thats just ****** and i wont lie,
scandelous hos and scandelous jive.
now time to move on to my main event
had to cop a new bag last one was spent.
ppl always  ask cause they wanna know,
why i only smoke **** and **** the blo?
thats easy to answer yes indeed, cause i wrote all this **** high on ****,
you could get cracked out or even take a trip,
your flies off a bridge and does a flip.
not me , i was smart enough to get high at home you see .
i cant remember where this is going, could someone tell me? lol enjoy.
Viseract  Nov 2015
Imagine
Viseract Nov 2015
Imagine
The starving cries
Of those who will surely die
Hollow stomachs left unsatisfied

Imagine
The soldier who fights on
Remains strong
Until he passes his final breath
Safe within the embrace of death

Imagine
The kids on the street
Heads hung low in defeat
As they struggle to eat and sleep

Imagine
The slaves that work
Who just want to go bezerk
But haven't the energy after slaving in the desert

Imagine
A happier world, a better place
Where it isn't shameful to be of the human race
Where our own species isn't cast away in disgrace

Imagine
A place where freedom isn't longed for,
But had.
Imagine orphans no longer being orphans
Safe with their mum and their dad

Imagine
A world where our mistakes are erased
A world where we have a clean slate
A fresh start, served on a silver plate
Where greed and obsession never decided your fate.

Imagine a world where everyone belonged
Imagine a world where no-one had been wronged
Imagine all of this, picture this and store this memory in a safe box, where you can peek every now and then. Imagine, if you cannot change, the world without it's man-made flaws
Viseract Jul 2016
I get told to let it go
But I try and just don't know
If it's possible to let things lie
As still as a man willing to die

I've tried before; it didn't work
Instead of peace I went bezerk
All my efforts, meant a total of nothing
And this pain is why I sing

I don't know if I'll be okay
I don't know if I'll be alright
Maybe, someday,
But tonight things are the same
It hasn't changed

It hasn't changed, I will not lie
When you ask for news I will not deny
The truth, the facts, the whole **** case
That at times I wish I was erased

When I get put down I get back up
This vicious cycle never stops
I've tried to break this bonding chain
But I wouldn't sing were it not for pain

I don't know if I'll be okay
I don't know if I'll be alright
Maybe, someday,
But tonight things are the same
And it hasn't changed!

Will it ever change?
It hasn't changed!
Will it ever change?
Because it's boring when this pain
Stays the same
This is a short song, which I hope you enjoy :)
Viseract  Jul 2016
Switched Over
Viseract Jul 2016
I look down at my arms
All I see is scars
A mistake I made
When Nightmares wouldn't pass

That's my self-critic
He's called Nightmare
And he says that I'm worthless
Whispering to me **** that ain't fair

And sometimes I can't help it
I listen
And I watch the blood flow
In the dull light it glistens

And I see it, picture it
Before it even happens
Then I grab up my razor or knife
And all I feel is nothing

Blood flows,
Time slows
And in my rage
I let Nightmare be my boss

I go to work
So mad, furious and bezerk
Spiralling me, turning me
Into the Nightmare that is me

A part that I hate
He's so ******* ******* this
This soul that only wanted to
Make others smile by pulling the ****
Dunno what to say... it's already been said
aviisevil  Sep 2017
SYNCING
aviisevil Sep 2017
Wait a moment I'm thinking,
The sadness syncing,
Maybe i'm dead,  I'm never blinking
always in a room closed, in my head
And thinking, and inking, in my bed
Never awake, always sinking.

Bottles by the bed, in my head
with fear shed, and years bled
and my sadness been drinking
All my tears and pain,

Maybe i'm insane, tell me, what's my name ? What's my name ?  Tell me, what's my name ? I'll ask again, what's my name ? Please whisper!

There's nobody else in my brain, It's so filthy and i cannot even look at the man in the mirror.
He makes feel so ugly.




From Compton to the streets
I heard their names
From a random city
I try but i have no game
I have no name, and no shame
Feed me your hollow
I'll eat away a part of your blame
I'll follow you around the world
Just tell me my name ?



I'm no one, no heart, maybe someone
But no scars, I'm tired and done,
so fired up,
In love, here to lose and burn.




I'll never learn that i can
Never ever reach the sky
More lies, sure i'll cry,
If someday i die, before my time
Maybe it's all in my mind
The walls and the rhymes
The kind man and the blind
I don't understand but it's fine

I'm not gonna make it
I hate it, hate that fact
In fact, it makes me want to
Not be mad, makes me sad
That I wasn't raised to be bad
Taught to be mad,

So normal, wearing formal
Staying dormant, fearing gold
And the glittering ornaments
There's no fun in fancy garments
I don't have any green for the
Entitlement,

Maybe I was wrong to seek
Enlightenment,
Not meant to speak anything foreign

Always looking for questions on the line, online, on random forums, what's mine
Whats yours, nobody knows and that's the moment, where you can find your torment,

The pain would still grow and my voice will still hurt, fill my share of world with words and more dirt,

Dawn to dust, gone with rust, here i lust lest i fall in love, and i know i cannot keep up, i'm so fed up, stuck within myself and locked, with no one to talk, not enough space for me to walk, i wear no face and i am who i am not, when I see in the mirror it stops, the clock is shattered, and it doesn't matter who won.

Wait a moment I'm thinking,
The sadness syncing,
Maybe i'm dead,  I'm never blinking
always in a room closed, in my head
And thinking, and inking, in my bed
Never awake, always sinking.

Bottles by the bed, in my head
with fear shed, and years bled
and my sadness been drinking
All my tears and pain,

Maybe i'm insane, tell me, what's my name ? What's my name ?  Tell me, what's my name ? I'll ask again, what's my name ? Please whisper!

There's nobody else in my brain, It's so filthy and i cannot even look at the man in the mirror.
He makes feel so ugly.


that old man on the pavement has no eyes,
It's better to be cold than to live in a fear you cannot describe,
With every tear we hide, more of us, and more of us die,
every year we make a resolution for pollution and we try,
to fly without wings, we can do without things,
they say sky is the limit, but nobody asks why, why can't we search for it within

People going bezerk over little things, and you cannot win,
Or you'll be left in a riddle, felt alight for a while and now i'm back in the middle playing second fiddle to my heart that is brittle,

My pain won't wither, and they won't whisper to me why they linger

All around my soul, masking me whole, and i keep asking why am I so cold ?
Where is the life, my rhymes, that line when I need something to hold

Nothing's new and I've said everything I had to say before,
Painting my blues, as i can, but I don't understand, i'm never sure,

Have no clue, they've locked the door, and now i'm a mad-man.

And the madness grows, the sadness knows, as the winds blows,

And the sand eats the earth, we were all dirt, we are all dust.

And nobody knows.




Yeah, i read, i read all day
I bleed, i feed all day, i see
I'm free all day, and it repeats
It eats into my brain and it feeds
It sinks deep inside my viens
And inks me when I'm asleep
I blink and what i am think-ing
Makes no sense in a heart beat
It's so hard to beat what you need
And what you keep is so hard to reach
Its better to be ripped apart in pieces
Than to leave it out in the open to feed
So broken and apart but still i greed
No smile on my face but i still greet
Every tear with the same surprise
My brain is in a free- fall i cannot
Describe, i don't subscribe to what
I believe, i believe more in lies
They teach more than they preach
And that's enough confusion
To suffice, in so many illusions
You cannot seek that one delusion
And become what you cannot hide
It's true, the dead cannot die
No good-bye's, it's all in our heads
But we don't get, we are designed to
Forget but maybe just not yet, no, not today, I keep telling myself all night
From so far away, there are so many ways,
She could have stayed, he could have stayed, but nobody stays, and nobody stayed, and that's how we were made, so broken and vile.

I breathe beneath the ocean
And i drink my tears out in the open
My head is a night and eyes broken
I say things loud in fear, so rotten
And soon i'll be forgotten.

Wait a moment I'm thinking,
The sadness syncing,
Maybe i'm dead,  I'm never blinking
always in a room closed, in my head
And thinking, and inking, in my bed
Never awake, always sinking.


Bottles by the bed, in my head
with fear shed, and years bled
and my sadness been drinking
All my tears and pain,

Maybe i'm insane, tell me, what's my name ? What's my name ?  Tell me, what's my name ? I'll ask again, what's my name ? Please whisper!

There's nobody else in my brain, It's so filthy and i cannot even look at the man in the mirror.
He makes feel so ugly.




And he keeps me, never leaves me
It loves me and feeds me
When I'm down it needs me
Never around when it eats me
Laid on the ground in the end,
Six feet too deep, or maybe burning
It's better to be afraid than never be
Found, better to hate, than be bitter
It's better to wither than drown.

So wear your crown of ****,
And wear your gown of thorns
That never fits, let it sync
You were born in a ****** place and an old town.

So wear that face, and glow
For nobody can know, it's been sinking and it's been syncing, and you've been dreaming, and it's so loud.


Wait a moment I'm thinking,
The sadness syncing,
Maybe i'm dead,  I'm never blinking
always in a room closed, in my head
And thinking, and inking, in my bed
Never awake, always sinking.

Bottles by the bed, in my head
with fear shed, and years bled
and my sadness been drinking
All my tears and pain,

Maybe i'm insane, tell me, what's my name ? What's my name ?  Tell me, what's my name ? I'll ask again, what's my name ? Please whisper!

There's nobody else in my brain, It's so filthy and i cannot even look at the man in the mirror.
He makes feel so ugly.
I've missed this place.
Viseract  Apr 2016
Empty Shells
Viseract Apr 2016
Empty shells
Filled with hurt
I load them all
And go bezerk

Hold the revolver
To my head
How much pain
Until I'm dead?

Every day
I reload
This empty shells
I unload

Listen to them click
To the floor
Wondering if I
Can take it anymore!
Life's daily struggles.... much like Russian Roulette, with all six bullets loaded
Viseract Jul 2016
Bruises for my troubles
And troubles give me bruises
Classification is big at High School
And they've stuck me with the losers

Sniggering and sly talk
Like I learnt to read lips a while ago
So don't clap at the top of that mountain
And try to blind me with all that snow

They believe I'm a chained bull
They can **** me into anger
But this ****
                     Is
                        Going
                                   Down
And you think you know me, but I'm a stranger

Weren't you told as a kid
To not talk with whom you know not?
I'm allowed to fight back now
So
    Run
            Before
                       I
                         Watch
                                   Your
                                           Corpse
                                                       Rot

Honestly
My father said if words don't work
Just knock 'em one
But stop short of going bezerk

He doesn't wanna pay what they'll need if I stick them
In
   A
      Wheelchair...
Full violence authorised... Words don't work so I'm hoping my fists will... and my feet.... my palms... my elbows... knee... and maybe the broken jaw will shut them up
Rachelle Wilkins Aug 2015
I can do with you as I please you are a puppet and your emotions are the strings. I can speak just the word she. Yes she the word that sends you into that questioning state. You don’t trust him is all I pour into your mind. As I think to myself yes the show has begun… he walks through that door and then you snap who is she you scream you’re way to drunk on jealousy to let him speak. He stares at you like he’s never seen you before. Why are you here are the only words that leave his mouth. You stare at him in amazement not knowing what to say. I know exactly what to do I tug on another string and your rage starts to flare up and you ask again who is she and he answers calmly, “my wife”. You start to rant off telling him how you two were supposed to get married and he says it’s time for you to leave and then he speaks the words that make you shatter… you were nothing but an ongoing fling. I hear that and tug the string of hatred and you go bezerk and finally pulled out the gun you aim it at his head and he says what are you doing sweetie don’t do anything irrational or something you’ll regret. He looks panicked as he tries to calm you down. Then he says I thought you were going to be my perfect little secret my wonderful dream. And all you say is well sweetheart I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream. And pull the trigger as you collapse to the floor out of exhaustion. I was there to pick up the pieces and put you back together into a wonderful pawn in my game of chess we call your life….



Sincerely,

Your ***** Little Secret
Haylin  Aug 2018
11:11
Haylin Aug 2018
it’s crazy how superstition works
any belief, sometimes even religion
can make you go completely bezerk

it’s 23.10hrs in the night
i’m lying here and thinking
it’s really, nearly time
ironic how I write this
for my mother always told me
it'll only come true
if you keep it a secret

but,
I just have to write this
and pray that you see it


It’s 23.11 in the depths of the night
I wish you were here.
Mardonét  Nov 2014
Addiction
Mardonét Nov 2014
There was once this girl
Who met a guy
Who shook her world
From left to right

Little did she know of the impact
Of the drug she allowed into her life

She started to use,
Never wanting to stop.
The addiction got so bad
That soon- he became the only thing she knew.

The touch of his fingers on her body,
His breath on her skin,
It awoken feelings inside she didn't quite understood.
But she kept on using,
Because it felt oh, so good.

Then one day that drug ran out
And she went bezerk.
She became so lost,
That she didn't recognize herself.

Oh, how she craved him.
Oh, how she longed.
Never in her life
Had she cried that much.

She tried to recover on her own-
Refused to go to rehab,
Because maybe he'll come back,
At least then she could use again.

Months went by
And still she cried.
Tired of being broken and lost
"Could someone please help me, could someone just..."

It got so bad that when she looked at herself
She'd drown in those two deep oceans of blue.
Only then did she realize that she was never the one using,
But the one being used..

— The End —