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Dead Account May 2017
They say that when you grow up,
The world will be in your hands.
Yet, small phalanges cannot affect such diversity,
Correct?


The thought is comforting,
However, disagreement tugs me.
This simple body part
Functions in ways that could
Destroy or ****.

Fingers dance upon
Passionate melodies
Or provide
Soothing caresses
Assuring you that you are in peace.


But some are stained crimson
With marks of sin.

Callused, rough, and
Ignorant about a
Tender touch.


Nimble and agile, they create
Illusions the human eye
Cannot follow,
Letting them have freedom to
Manipulate and control
Weak minds.

Yet they also spring delight in
Children's eyes.
Their imagination beholds
Tales of magic and fairytales with each
Flick of the wrist.

When you're in a void,
Consumed by your thoughts, just
Weeping,
Regretting,
Loathing,
Aching,
Doesn't a spark light a
Fire of desperate hope
For a savior to pull you out?

Unpredictable movements of doing the
Wrong things for the right reasons,
Or vice-versa,
Who can you really trust?

Unpredictable movements of doing the
Wrong things for the right reasons,
Or vice-versa,
Who can you really trust?

Human hands hold frail things with
Care or recklessness.

Human hands  share
Fear or love.

Human hands display
Favor or hatred.

Take my two cents and tread carefully.
The globe is but fragile glass

*Entrusted in your hands.
Dead Account May 2017
Honey, it's been a long time
Since love's been out of sight.
Been a while since the time there were a thousand fights
For every tear cried.
Internal confliction
Temptations and addictions,
A never-ending chain,
But like a bullet shot through my brain.
Claims of righteous,
The spark inside us;
I don't know if it's enough.
Thoughts of giving up.
Got to erase them
So there's hope to win,
Got to erase them
So there's hope that I might see you again.

Remember the last words that we said;
Take them when you're dead.
Close your eyes forevermore;
Let your neck sink into the end of a sword.

When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?

Blow away dandelion wishes,
Burn away childhood bliss.
Sever bonds and ties
With those who lied about caring for your life.
Finding trust
Within a pile of dust.
Gambling with fate and
Flirting with death.
Children scream and the
Birds weep.
Yearning for mother to
Rock me to sleep.

Illicit love,
Clandestine dreams,
Pupilless eyes,
Deceased lives,
Can you differentiate truth from lie?

Defected minds,
Straightjackets aline
Slip your hands in the garment like you
Slip your hands in mine.
Sad to say, but it's just a distraction, just a delay
From the inevitable change.
Can't escape the pain;
However, I'm hoping after the rain
There'll be the tranquil sun.
Will I touch it if I run?
I really need it right now, I'm feeling cold.
I just wanna go back home.

But all that's left is ashes with
Smoked-filled madness.
I'm getting ready to stop holding on.

When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?

I'm getting a little desperate
I'm someone you shouldn't mess with.
It's time to rebel.
I don't know how much longer I'll keep quiet
But I need to break this spell.

Since birth, we've been gagged and blinded.
(Psychological void)
Bounded by lies and devil's voice.
(Kneeling down to pray)
Beautiful petals wasted to decay.
(Thrown-out potential)
Let's test the protection of the Human Rights,
Let's get experimental.

If society's shadow is my unjust god,
Then my position must be a fallen angel
Because it hurts to proclaims false faith
If I'm able.

Go on, shoot, if you're sure that's where your
Beliefs lie,
But my spirit will wander,
Never letting these unanswered questions die, like

When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?

When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?

When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?

Send me a blessing, love;
Protection from temptations.
Praying peace will come
I just need to be patient.

Toss aside the fragile mask that
Hides naive eyes.
Can you see the light?

Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
The order of rap and vocal is very complex, so here is a guide to have an idea of the original thought (Instruction for every stanza): Rap, vocal, vocal, vocal, rap, rap, rap, vocal, vocal, rap (vocal in parentheses), rap, rap, vocal 'till the end.
Dead Account Apr 2017
The mind
Has a strange way of interpreting
The eye,
Seen in color
But the meaning is black and white

A pinch of sand,
Drops of tears,
A cry of agony,
These demons inside me

There's a plethora of conflicts in society,
But it doesn't seem that they have solved any.
Now my head's going under,
Choking out a plea,
It's suffocating, I'm drowning
In this void-like sea
I'm not the only one, as unfortunate as it is
Didn't even have time to go and repent for their sins
Losing hope wondering:

Will I ever reach the surface?
Will I ever find my purpose?

There are different perspectives of life,
But nobody cares, only if they're right.

The world needs to change,
But I guess my hypocritical self has no room to say...

I've gone colorblind
Some have completely lost their sight
I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of black and white
The solution is a fight
Is there truly a winner,
'Cause we're all sinners
This ain't no childhood game
It's just a drop of gray

There's no pure, just tainted gray.

It's always good or bad,
Right or wrong,
Nothing in between
Tell me, is it genuinely as simple as it seems to be?
Did you really believe that white lie of
Being free?

Sure, my words don't matter, I'm just a kid who's doolally
Don't know 'bout politics, but it's not my fault you aren't telling me
We're just a little rebellious, the youth
Sorry, but we got no choice if you don't tell us the truth

This universe is just a
Realm of fallen angels
Turned out backs to reason
Annihilate anyone who doesn't trust in what you believe in

****** for a good cause surely justifies
No biggie, just another sacrificial life
The needs of the many outweigh the few
So if you're too weak to walk this hellish path
We'll make do without you

It's all come to this, an alliance with Hell
All because of this cursed naive spell
Of being righteous
All this to fight for us
All this to make way for us
All this to be savior to us

But that crimson stain was punctured from us
That gasoline was doused on us
That bullet was shot straight through us

Did you really help us?

Can you even say when there's poison in your mind
And fog covering your eyes?

I've gone colorblind
Some have completely lost their sight
I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of black and white
The solution is a fight
Is there truly a winner,
'Cause we're all sinners
This ain't no childhood game
It's just a drop of gray

There's no pure, just tainted gray.

When there's light, there's shadows
When there's souls, there's hollows

An absence of good
I need to take a closer look
But everything's faded
Crumbling, as if touched by Satan's hand

To create, you have to destroy
To fate, are we just a toy?

Us beings, so narrow-minded
The shining star, can't find it

Before bringing Earth to heaven, it must plunge to Hell
Won't emerge clear, angelic white
With our marks of wrong-doings

So, does noble exist in our race
Even with our black-and-white vision?
We're locked up tight
Slaves in the labyrinth prison

They give treason to slaughterers, but when pondering,
Doesn't that make them the same?
We always have opposed this, are they losing their minds
Or am I the one who is insane?

Let's just point to blame,
Become pawns to a game,
Isn't the outcome a shame?

I've gone colorblind
Some have completely lost their sight
I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of black and white
The solution is a fight
Is there truly a winner,
'Cause we're all sinners
This ain't no childhood game
It's just a drop of gray

There's no pure, just tainted gray.

I've gone colorblind
Some have completely lost their sight
I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of black and white
The solution is a fight
Is there truly a winner,
'Cause we're all sinners
This ain't no childhood game
It's just a drop of gray

There's no pure, just tainted gray.

Look back at time
When your hands were conjoined with mine

Let me see you smile again
'Cause this might me the last time I see you again

Sever this ties
We've kept too many secrets, too many lies
For what we thought was right in our eyes

Tell me again our pact
Tell me again our mission
To release the world of its temptations
To release the world of its limitations

When will that be
When I cannot set free
Of my own

I've gone colorblind
Some have completely lost their sight
I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of black and white
The solution is a fight
Is there truly a winner,
'Cause we're all sinners
This ain't no childhood game
It's just a drop of gray

There's no pure, just tainted gray.
I apologize for not being as active as other talented poets. That one unfollow made me feel bad because I know the reason was because of my procrastinating. ^^; This came out unexpectedly like a song, so I tried to keep the same format as a rap song while being able to rant about my opinions and ideals.
Dead Account Mar 2017
Sit down, have a drink
Take a minute to contemplate and think
Whispers of different auras
Have the power to create and destroy us
Turning admiration to white lies...

I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three
Fate, let's play hide-and-seek.
Find me

Toast to a new generation, a new age
To the passing by of night and day
Who cares about limitations?
Not scared of getting a little dangerous
Fear is my best friend
Actually, more like my servant

I wonder what happens tomorrow
Breathing bliss, exhaling sorrow
I'll face head on...

I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three
How about another day, Death?
I'm not done yet

They say our destinies are written in the stars
It's up to us on how we use our hearts

I see billions of faces
Having a habit of making observations
I see ten times more lights
From a passion to fight
For much more than their own lives

Sometimes I wanna go back to the days
Of shooting paper airplanes
Of wading in the sky
Not caring about life
Or when we'll die

I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three

I'm free?

I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three

Tell me...

I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three

Just take a chance to believe.
As noted earlier, this was supposed to be written like a song. This poem/song is kind of like a refresher to the moods and tones of all the poems I've written so far, which mostly has a dark and lost feel. I hope this was enjoyable.
Dead Account Jan 2017
My thoughts shriek for attention in fear
Because it's afraid the world can't see clear,
But
This face cannot be seen, and this voice unheard.

So I take this brush and paint this canvas of words.

Life is opening the cell to Insanity for its release.
It conquers and eliminates ever being of Peace,
But
I can't make a change since I'm a little child, a little piece of dirt.

So I take this brush and paint this canvas of words.

Depression and Sorrow are pulling the strings of innocent minds
The population of humans starts to decline,
But
I'm chained up by my own weaknesses, who is inflicting more pain than I can endure.

So I take this brush and paint this canvas of words.

Emotions engulf victims into its grasps
Pushing them  to the limit, not caring if they don't last,
But
The feeling has put my throat at the end of a knife, one false move and I'm dead for sure.

So I take this brush and paint this canvas of words.

So I take this brush and paint this canvas of words.
Zackary Hayford Sep 2016
Is it deranged ?
Or better said strange
The chapter needs to end
Bliss behind the page

Too much thinking
Pills are peeking
Something's gotta change
Haych Aug 2016
its forty-eight minutes past seven pm

time ticks on*

fingers tap on

hearts beat on

eyes search forward

minds yearn more

souls grow tired

so another day sets

another day is gone

was today an accomplishment?

was today a waste?

did you take a second to contemplate?

fingers grow numb

hearts grow warm

*bodies begin to ache, at the thought of time slowly but surely slipping away, marking the certainty of life, that it will end one day, and we will all return back to the One who gave us life in the first place
May we return in a way that is in the best of forms, Ameen ~

Late evening summer reflections.
Mark Teo Apr 2016
City lights, heart sighs
The searching must go on
Clearly seen in sullen eyes
What hasn’t begun is done

A dream, where it all started
A dream, there’s little else
A dream, this is what you wanted
A dream, you hear the bells

Red, better stop the tune
Green, thinking but of you
Yellow, stars can only shine
When to yourself you’re true

Solitude or loneliness
The lies all blend inside
A world where you are more or less
There’s nowhere left to hide
It's funny how the hustle and bustle makes one feel even more lonely at time, isn't it?
Arvind Krish Dec 2015
Some questions are never answered
like
Some answers never questioned

Some doubts are never cleared
like
Some statements never doubted

Some mistakes  never erased
like
Some relations are never mistaken.
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