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Benji James Apr 2018
Leaving on a world tour
Where I'll be alone
Surrounded by all the unknown
I got no plans for coming home
Oh, oh I'm not coming home

Follow the road
Of paved stone
Concrete laid beneath my feet
Yeah turn on the lights
I'll hit the stage
Surrounded by anarchy and rage
Like an animal in a cage
That's my cards well played
But god I'm glad
that I didn't stay
In this place

Leaving on a world tour
Where I'll be alone
Surrounded by all the unknown
I got no plans for coming home
Oh, oh I'm not coming home

Hear the crowds roar
Memories locked and stored
Some that just burn to the core
Never be the same person as before
Run away little train
From the thinking in his brain
Try to break free of these chains
Burnt by the flame
Bound by his own shame
That was the day
That the monster came

Leaving on a world tour
Where I'll be alone
Surrounded by all the unknown
I got no plans for coming home
Oh, oh I'm not coming home

©2018 Written By Benji James
Alicia Allen Feb 2018
Hello, hello old friend!
How's the weather up there on thy lofty perch?

Does it neither thunder nor rain?
Do you too not experience unexpected storms that toss and tumble things about just so?

Does your upturn nose not itch from the stench of your own narcissism?
Do you not fear the arbitrary nature of your own will, that it should grow a life of its own and tumble you down like a potted plant from a high rise window sill ?

Does your *** not hurt from how stiffly you sit? Fixed in your stance, relying solely on your own crooked opinions?

Hello, hello old friend!
Do your ears belie the sound of the condescension in your voice
And your eyes blinded by your own pretence to hide you from yourself?

Oh,
no wonder you cannot see further than your nose.
chloe fleming Jan 2018
"But the Lord called to Adam, where are you?"
Adam turned his back,
There is no one holier than me and the life I am.
My Lord, you are a man with complex much too far indulged by the only people who have ever loved you.
You were a peasant, a pauper, a campesino
Left behind family for the God that left you.
To answer you Lord,
I am tending to my cows, my chickens, my pigs
Waiting for the day you wake up and see,
I was born from nature itself, not the fists of a man
Too arrogant to both love and accept all the brothers and sisters,
You left behind, trying to reinvent yourself.
Seema Nov 2017
"In the realms of tomorrow
I'll lay out my sorrow
In the realms of yesterday
There was nothing much to say
In the realms of today
I showed you the highway"*
You've being too arrogant from the start
And acted aimlessly to be smart
You let me down in front of our friends
As a result this has come to an end
Yesterday you never made a call
Today you show up with another doll
I got your meaning of love today
You change dolls every second day
Soon you may realise my worth
But then it will be too late ofcourse...


©sim
Fictional write.
K Balachandran Nov 2017
coconut trees hold,
tight on to their umbrellas,
wind upsets that plan.
Seema Aug 2017
The pretentious lobby
Of my arrogant mind
Makes ego my hobby
Stubborn and unkind

I am like a dead field
Where nothing grows
Inside my own shield
Listening to the passby crows

My vision is strong
Yet, I am blind
My wrong becomes my wrong
I have a clueless mind

No smile, only frowns
And fumes of anger rise
From within that drowns
My eyes emotionless cries

I am trying to build
A cheerful being as I was
Before negativity filled
My bloodstreams as a cause

Hence, I am stray and alone
Trying to polish myself again
To shine tho am hard as a stone
Neglecting all my unfelt pain...

©sim
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
You can be proud
without being
arrogant.
I'm still around such people who are prideful. So annoying...
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