Sputtering out words
I felt the emotion
Collect upon my face
In tiny droplets
Passion and hatred
Streak the same
As they run
Down your face

There is a whole world inside you
Waiting to be shown.
When you be yourself, you be new.
Let your inner truth be known.
Each sunrise shouts for you to shine
The passion that lives in your heart.
Step straight though the finish line
For it is really just the start!

Another life, lost
It's such a pity
Up the bay coast
Near the city

You and me
Truth and a lie
How do you see?
A knot or a tie

I scream
You shout
Like that dream
You had doubt

Took your way
In the car
Till this day
I hear from far

Accident caused
Your body found
Speeding forced
Car tumble around

Me at the scene
You in blood
Tortured my sin
Tears now flood

Dressed in black
You in coffin
My emotions lack
Thoughts popping

Buried in peace
I sit on your grave
Torn in piece
For you, I crave

Beside my grave
You lay buried
None were brave
Else we'd be married

Tears more tears
Screams and shout
Fear! now I fear
Which way is out!!


©sim

A WKD bottle and
Pizza slices on the table
Everybody waiting in anticipation
For that beat to drop
Holding each other
In a circle
Arms around each others waist
Smiles spreading laughter
As the magic
Creates swearing and shouts
Somebody's guts
Flushed down the sink
In cleaning products
Shots being taken
Faces pulled
As they squeal for the burning to leave
*Time to go home.

It was but a dreary day
When the crows began to pray
When the harks began to sing
When the doves began to shout
All had gone upside down
Even the worst of them were begging for help
While the so called holy ones started the riots

I hear some of you say
that I'm going crazy but
I don't give a first.
Give me something surreal at least
so I can buy it and go behind the shed
to smoke a cigarette.

Everyone's a combination
of happiness and craziness and
some would lose and some one win.
If you failed, remember
that every time you re-miss
you're hiding from your true self
in a real world.

Pretend you're happy, fine, cray,
totally out of control at times.
Start crying to the mirror
if you don't know what to do or say.
The art of living is in your head.

I hear some of you say
that I'm making them smile and happy but
I don't give a first.
Believe me, If i feel the same I'd buy you a hundred candles
and left 21 candles to be blunt
or give anything just to feel that
on my skin