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Zeus Nov 2016
Mum once looked at me and said love isn't real
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Zeus Nov 2016
the things i cant change should make you love me
this has become easier to do , the emotions are flooding in and pouring out,
Zeus Nov 2016
When i started to love her she started to run.
Zeus Nov 2016
I see my future coming, coming to get me like i stole something, something doesn't feel right these days, days pass by and i notice nights, nights dark as my heart seem to be my home, home is where my heart got stolen, stolen time I keep running from the future, future me says fate and destiny say I'm great, great is an understatement to me, me myself and i cant seem to agree, agree with me if you're not afraid, afraid of the unknown  unknown to the world thats how I've grown, grown on my own in my darkness its shown, shown to the world thats too blind to see my true face, face to face and still faces are being hidden, hidden in plain sight, sight given to the blind generation seeking inspiration, inspiration to speaking the truth, truth that the press twist and bend, bend over to the will of the superpowers, superpowers kept in towers, towers built to grow above the cities because they want to be in the heavens, heavens angel was sent but never arrives to save them,  them them them we always point the blame but we're all the same, same and insane wee love the pain and struggle, struggle and trouble we refuse to be humble, humble yourself before life does it for you, you don't know what its like to in a third world fourth generation slave, slave is too harsh or not harsh enough, enough of the skin talk, talk about skin like it could walk, walk in my shoes not to know me but to endure my character, character built from scratch with an open mind and an honest heart, heart in hand i can give away, away from the pain, pain shown in my writing, writing the darkness made me love.
this is a game i think, i played it with my friend, we would start a sentence with the last word the other person used, i started writing like this after then,
Zeus Nov 2016
Come get a hug, my body is made of thorns and they extend when someone gets close
Come get my heart, its in 56 pieces and frozen
Come look into my mind, its dark, scary and haunted by memories
Come hold my hands, they're cold
Come lay next to me as i sleep, I scream and kick because of the nightmare I don't have
Come sit and listen to my life stories, people call them poems and writings,

I can't absorb your sins, I can take your pain
I cant show you the light, I can show you my darkness
I can't erase your past, I can give you a better future

Can I show you my scars they're only as bad as the story behind them
Can I show you my past, its only as ripped as i am
Can I  tell you about the voice in my head, they're noise is the sweetest music o know
Can I show you my life, promise not to runaway,

I cant sleep with the light on, I can't wake up with the sun out
I hibernate that's when i feel safe, I don't run away from the world
Time passes by me waving and laughing, its having the time of it's life
Eternity isn't enough for me.
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Zeus Nov 2016
Zeus Nov 2016
Welcome to the world built from the ashes of Eden.
The emotions are starting to rain in
Zeus Nov 2016
She must have not been older than 17 living in the 1600's an era pledged with kings and queens, she ran away from her poor home wanting something more something worth living for, she packed her bags, gathered all she could and started off, on her way she was shutting the door behind her, she walled for hours, she walked for miles, she thought of turning back but she was determined, a stranger in a carriage being pulled by 2 horses came up from behind her to her side wondering if she needed help, was she lost he asked, was she looking for someone he asked, could he give her a lift he asked, she agreed and got into the carriage, the carriage started to move she started to see the ground move faster than it had when she was waking, they began to talk, he seemed nice she thought, smart and honest she thought, as the carriage moved further he got closer, and closer, his hands started to walk to her, her body tried to run away but she couldn't escape, he pulled her closer, she felt the carriage get colder, her mother always told her, be careful with men who are older, He kissed her neck but she pushed him away his sweetness now turned to aggression she got the impression that he was going through a depression and this was his only way of expression He ripped her top off exposing her *******, the ******* of a growing young woman soft round and smooth he simply couldn't help himself but touch them, was he to blame her young succulent body was hard to tame to himself his hands couldn't remain and simply looking at her drove him insane The carriage stopes and out she hoped hoping to out ran the man who pounced on her like a fox she ran and ran but he chased and chased he caught up and dropped her down he climbed on top and it was clear he wouldn't stop he pinned her hands but still she fought his aggression turned to rage her resistance pushed him to the edge he pit his hand under feeling her trimmed hedge she fought and fought as she constantly thought and thought why was he doing this how could he do this with tears running down her eyes her fear started to come as she realized all the stranger visualized She broke a hand free and scratched his face thinking this will put him in his place! It worsened the phase as he began to hit her beautiful face one punch to punch he thought to himself, she'll make a beautiful lunch he beat her till he saw red, yes she blead it was clear she shouldn't have flead she turned purple and black he said I'll leave a mark on your back, She saw no hope, he was still on top and she began to choke, tears still falling she began to hear her mother calling and her blood kept pouring, she saw a knight by his side but saw no hope by her side, he wanted to stock his **** in her so she decided it was time to stick his knife in him, she frees her hand once more, she grabbed his blade and went right for his head cutting his ear off was like cutting her fear off she stood and wondered what she feared off! She stood as he caught his bleeding ear and said now look who has the fear come closer dear I need you near I need you here where's that cocky cheer he went back on terror he crawled back trying to run but it was her turn to have fun she looked up to the sun and felt an evil take over for her this wasn't over she now moved closer and teased him, she asked what would please him, Rough time wasting she grabbed his hand and cut his finger off, she wanted to see his blood she wanted to see it flood so she grabbed his other hand and cut is wrist he tried to form a fist, a fist to throw but with a blow she drove the knife through that fist. She heard him scream and in her eyes she saw a beam, a beam of his fear it was now clear she would let him die slowly, as the wrist cut drained him of his blood, he had no strength to fight she whispered to him don't follow the f__king light ..
I'm do proud of this note I don't know why but I am honestly so proud I wrote this, I should be used by now but once in a while s note like this makes proud to be a writer
Zeus Nov 2016
Young King,
Still talking to God
I've been through hell enough times
This kind of lifestyle taught me patience and hard work
but it had me give up love and commitment.

but I'd rather give them a bigger house
than little me's

19 and I'm 4steps ahead.

Young King,
pour your heart out and give them the forbidden fruit
i know ******* is a wonderful thing
but we're on a road to something better,
complaining about life wont help so just live it or leave it
at your age you should control your rage unleash it on that page and they'll call it poetry,
know yourself, you owe that to yourself

we're not as pretty as her so we have to work twice as her
we're not good as him so we have to work to be better than him

they wont face the facts cause fact is you're going to be great.

Young King,
I stay out of trouble and stick in my lane;
I could take you under my wing.
Zeus Nov 2016
Why do you only see them?
Why do you always pick them?
Why do you talk to only them?

I'm not pretty like her her her her or her so I have to work hard
I'm not good as him him him or him so I have to be better,
I don't have your favor so I have to be on your best behavior

Where are you when they need you, I heal them, I fix them not you so you owe me you owe me a million times more, I see their pain. I feel their pain I patch their pain with pieces of me,

They live to please you and they beg you as they scream for you not to please  leave

You built all this from the darkness and I was raised from by the darkness,,
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