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SK Jul 2014
They will take it away
Whittle it down
To the point
Where spell check
Is the only way to spell correct
Where Google
Is the real arbitrator of truth
And the words, lazy on our tongues
Cling to the warm recesses of our mind
Un-rebellious
Forever happy
Easy
Easier, still
No hurdles to jump
No trees to climb
Hail,
The obedient citizens of our Earth
No wrong
No unpleasantries
All good and fine
Asunder Jun 2014
Tired of convention, done with the norm
Don't want to be a rebel, but yearning reform
Calm as the eye, in the centre of the storm
You can go tell society, I don't intend to conform
All of your life people will tell you to just go with the flow, handle things as they come to you and don't fight back what's given to you. But **** that. Go against everything you were taught. Don't wait for things to happen, make them happen. Resist the current and swim straight upstream. The opposite way of the abyss of bland faces. Cause a ruckus and mess things up. Love recklessly and live wildly. Never go with the flow. Create a beautiful world and turn it upside down. Pick up the pieces, only to throw them down again. Get off the floor and make things happen. Live your life with adrenaline and an untamable spirit. And I promise you, you will be happy.
forgotten May 2014
All alone in this state of desperation
am I the only one, willing to fight
As if im waiting at this old station
waiting to be spiritually elevated into flight


too bright to be trapped inside this mediocrity
waiting to escape the grasp of this city


I can feel the potential within me
my teachers claim that it is and has been
Dead

My parents ask only for me to conform
I deep down know that I will never
Instead I ask for a complex reform
No
I beg for change

We are being blinded every day
I feel my eyes slowly closing
I feel my nails digging into my eyelids
Begging for them to open

I then wake up
and do exactly what the system has taught me to do

With remains of the abundance of scars
on my eyelids

and no change
fight the system.
i Apr 2014
going against
parents and
the world,
seems silly and
stupid,
because you
know you don't
stand a chance.

but when you
feel your
blood rushing
through your veins,
and adrenaline
pumping,
when you
have finally
proven a point,
after years of
arguing and
fighting,
you realize
that this feeling
is why you exist,
why you live,
why you are *here.
Megan S Apr 2014
Run.
You run and I run with you.
We run together not caring whats behind us. Though it cares about us.
Just run, to be free is to be with you.
But shouldn't it be the other way around?
How do we know our priorities aren't messed up?
Doubt waves a lazy hello as we run. I grasp your hand and run harder.
I'm with you and that's all that matters.
Head strong to take on anyone.
To be with you is to be free.
Reposting old poems, writen about 4 years ago.
Rebel Against Rebellion
I have nothing to prove
No creeds, no doctrine to upkeep
We all have so much freedom when we close our eyes
And just think
Maybe you need to humble yourself enough
To lose
Rebel Against Rebellion
Because they're all just books
Your sword is looking pretty dull sir
Why are you so inclined to hurt?
Thought your prophet preached LOVE?
So repeat words
Choose what you choose
Choose wisely
Because soon the snake will stop his hissing
Constrict
And become your noose
Rebel Against Rebellion
I think I'll call your bluff
I bleed, I sin, I'll die
But I'm not feeling hot standing here
So tell me again why I should be afraid
Of my fleet mortal life?
Rebel Against Rebellion
Because a Sheppard leads a flock
But you never followed
Your a goat
Caught in your lies
Bureaucracy, Democracy
Man it's all a joke
A silly excuse
Rules, the sacrum of man's brain
Your doctrine is becoming lame
And your beliefs more insane
Coliseum
A game to play to make you so entertained
Please write another rule
Prove once again
The medium you choose is jewels
You fool
Rebel Against Rebellion
Why would I cut my brother short?
Because of appearance and all your silly rules
So many when uttered I choke
For all we know life itself a joke

Oh the irony
What began as unity
Became bowing down
To man's hierarchy
So I Rebel Against Rebellion
I'm a servant of no man
I know God has a plan
That over cries your silly fear
Unravels your vines
Your words
Agenda and
"Time"
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