It slowly continues to argue with me day in and day out. Like a creep following in the shadows, it decides to elude me no matter how I feel.
As the mandolin plays its sad tune, and the guitar only remembers the sound of minor chords, the melancholy erodes the wall that has protected the people since birth.
Taking its time to analyze and devise, making plans and biding its time. The edge defines the lie that it says is inside.
Maybe the next ship will take me along. Maybe it will sail farther away than the last one. Maybe its anchor will drop on more pleasant shores.
As I scream at the city that has been my home for so long, As I stare into its ugly face, I no longer know which way to go.
Do I go to the harbor and board the boat? Do I search for my creeper in the alleys and roads? Or do I stay where I am and take heart to the fact that I am still taking breath?
Why are you staying by my side? You should go. Why are you still waiting with me in line? Don't you have better places to be?
When the night is angry and the clouds block out the moon, I wonder if it will find me? When the weather is sour and the day looks like the night, I wonder if it will find me?
Anyway, I choose you, stay by my side. Any path I take you have loved me despite the tide. Any time I wept you were there with me and you cried.
Why do you stay when I am in the fray, When my anxiety shoots you like a gun, or when my anger manifests and stabs you like a knife?
I look over my shoulder and the creeper is there. Always ten paces behind no matter which way I twist and I turn.
I look over my shoulder and I see you coming up beside. You're reaching for my hand and telling me to trust.
I close my eyes and let you guide me to where I should go. I release any semblance of control.
The sun finally breaks the clouds and the creeper steps aside. Still, ten paces behind but comfort are by my side. The sun brightens my face and I begin to cry. For the night was long and the day has finally come.
The day is finally the day, and I can see the bay. The boat is right where I left it. I look to you and you say it's okay. So we take our steps and board the boat looking for better shores where we can play.
In order to spend leisure time Something I need to write One thing I google search It offers me so much That I never heard Take case of astral body or dress It showed me 'Astral ***' in result Bizarre beliefs, bizarre concepts Your astral body floats off physical body Mates with your partner's astral body There's no physical contact It's just mating of soulmates floating in the air They say it's more satisfying Free from STD and *** Population remains in control There being no procreation of course Tremendous are the benefits They tell you the techniques Mysticism of mystiques!
Control me With my emotions Control me With my dreams Control me Because you can Control me And cause me to bleed
My life is not my own Because you sit on the throne But once you turn around My strength will be so keen You’ll want to take back The times you controlled me
Control me And watch as I succeed Of making you think That you once controlled me
I don’t know what really inspired this. If I have to find the root to this poem, it would be that I hate when someone just wants to control you because they think they have a right to. They play with your emotions and hurt you. But then when you realize the hold they have on you, you come out stronger than ever. And that’s the best control you’ll ever have. To have control over your strength. Is the best thing one can do.
You lit the match Now you can’t Control the inferno You have awoken the fire Scaring away your dominance Your now lack of control You will never Have control until You learn that chaos is in control That the unexpected happens And You will lose Then you might gain a sliver of control If it’s given You might grasp control Over yourself Your reactions What will be Surprising for you to realize It’s so easy to control you A few words from me Your ******* just left you Bye bye control I just strung you along this whole time What you thought you knew Was exactly how I wanted you to react The design you wove gave me the ammunition Before you said a word
Chipped They ask us to trust them when we get the anti CCP Virus jab So we are safe and sound and protected from their virus But upon reading multiple reports and articles I’m scared fecking shitless about being jabbed up I can die in a dozen horror film ways too gory to say A really bad gig that many innocents took one way trip With so many years to live now stolen with their lives This is wrong and not right you must agree? What do I believe? Is the CCP Virus made to **** us? Rid the world of 7 billion people so only 500 million survive Of course this is ******* from a badly scripted B-Movie But where did they get their idea from a **** crackhead? It’s obvious something is wrong and we are now under control Big Brother lived out his film script 1984 style and here we are Lockdowns and vaccines and troops on the street It will get much much worse when we are forcibly chipped…