I’ve lost my mind A few times Echos are cavernous They sustain each breath Like the wings Of a crow Gliding into devious flight And a slight Pulsing Waves and lights glowing Just as the onyx bird flying Into another sunset Fading into mental obscurity It’s the knowing That lets A soul drift silently Into what you all would call Delusion
the morning ... start now ... after a long ... sweet deep night ... gone and run ... to a crazy dream ... to draw both of us ... there as a real reality ... to be into there ... together ... as we were up ... all night ... talking happily ... with passion ... and making ... crazy creative love ... until we lost power ... and give up to asleep ... with a naked bodies ... to start again the meeting ... with a great crazy dream ... as we were still ... before we sleep ... to keep on ... what we made ... until the sun ... smiled ... and called both of us ... to start again ... the crazy morning ... with sips lips ... as it was ... our morning's coffee ... to wake up ... to another day ... with a craziness ... never to run away ...
You can call me ******, that's ok, I'll still believe that word today. Tell me you hate me, that's okay, because now I know your true feel. I'm nothing but a crazy *****, but you're the little *****...and that's still okay, at least I'm not a snitch. Call for backup, but no one came, now who's the one to blame. Hahaha, laugh in your face, now do you still really want to play this game?
Petty people are little ******* and sometimes even snitches.
You ... and the night ... and your madness ... and your rioter ... every night with me... crazier ... more than my madness ... even i ... respectfully... kneeled in ... with pleasure ... for this madness ... because you are ... the wine ... that tamed my madness ... and got me drunk ... the whole night ... with every night ... without alcohol ... to drown in you ... and in your seas ... there while ... no escape from it ... for all my life ... drown there ... within your madness ...
Oh, lady... my crazy lady ... to my all nights ... who drove me ... madly for her ... and only you ... while no one ... able to drive me crazy ... as you always do ...
I'm tired I'm tired of waking up everyday, Getting up and trying to be staid, Listening to some music and feeling nothing, Like i lost all the things to feeling, Staring into the celling so lazy, And hiding of the think that I'm crazy, But I'm and it so ******* scary, Because I lost myself many years ago, And I don't know where I want to go, Or the person I want to be, Or who I'm now in presently, My body is my prison, My death is the freedom, I just want some time, To rest or death of mine, I'm tired, I'm so ******* tired.
My writing process is funny so is my definition of "peace" I can't focus in silence, I work better when there are screams. You see, I grew up in a madhouse where I was the youngest lunatic not the smartest, but the boldest therefore I became the king.
In the part of growing up I realized that crying is not a sign of weakness anger issues are never an excuse out spoken is not attitude introvert is not an abnormality keeping secret is not a matter of pride being busy doesn't count under fake choosing alone doesn't mean hating people being sad doesn't mean you are not happy and feel of home doesn't always need a house
meaning of words always do differ beyond people time really do heal everything eventually choices doesn't count with any friendship mistakes are meant to be done just to learn and perfection is almost an illusion
in the way of growing up I tend to cherish the stays than crying on lefts love these abnormalities which were always nah's being a kid feel happy in dark days just remembering the proud time of future remembering this today I tend to thank my trauma which I used to hate the most I tend to accept the reality just while am writing!
The day I found there's nothing beautiful than to grow up I felt my heart knocking in happiness and I don't know why
Oh hunny We’re so different and yet the same We move like the moon and sun Everyone thinks we’re crazy As we move 671 million miles per hour Some say we light up the world While other want to see us burn
Oh huney Nobody knows me like you do You treat me as I’m the only one in the world But you’ve been distant Like you’re in another world
Oh honey You’re barking up the wrong tree You left so long ago All the wounds have sealed And while you regret that day There’s no turning back We’re past the point of no return
Oh hny You’re just a distant memory I wish you the best What we had was special But my real love has arrived And it’s time you let me go