The boy who cried wolf was not believed

All the townsfolk thought the boy was a tease

In reality his mind was diseased

The boy thought the townsfolks' eyes were deceived because they couldn't see the wolf

Indeed the wolf was there but indeed the wolf was not

The wolf was the deepest part of the boys sorrow

The boy cried wolf because the wolf was everywhere

The townsfolk thought the boy was insane because they couldn't see the wolf

The wolf is the boy's pain
The wolf is the boy's darkness

The boy is crying wolf
The townsfolk don't care

They don't see the wolf anywhere

The boy doesn't cry wolf anymore
The wolf devoured him after tearing him to shreds

To the townsfolk eyes being deceiving
couldnt save the boy from the wolf
Because they believed seeing Is believeing

Its all about the virtues,principles,and loyalties
an eloquent man can put on a great show
actors and actresses...

Believeing their own lies as they fall from cheap lips
playing pretend in too big of a shoe
you cant trust those

who take these words and disgrace the definitions
True trust is earned through actions
right there in the moment
when a knight or a fool
demasks himself into his persona and emerges
I hate allies who work on both sides

Its phoney and renders me meaningless
and their words of love?
A trick

Its hard to teach this vocabulary
to people who can't grasp the notion nor
come up with one reason to express the feelings
followed by them
though I try so hard and in desperate attempts
to prove that love is the only reason

The only reason
you'd ever set fire to the feet of jackals

I've fought for their name the pretenders
but mine own?
forgotten or never mention
They dont stand they sit pretty
I can't take much more of it

Take off your mask and let me see your face
this isn't a ******* masquerade
I'm tired of these twisted games
sick of all these crimson stains
I never even chose to play
so why am I stuck here
still debating whether or not to stay

I cared about you
let you see peices of my mind
I never hid so why do you continue to hide
keep me blind to the true curves of your face
constantly behind your mask of fine
human skin
it seems you grew from within

And I get it

how else could you cope
with all these people walking around
that grasp around your throat
causing you to choke
their makeshift ropes
that tear apart your soul

I get it

But your mask is meant for those
not me
from the beginning
all I ever wanted was to see
and to be seen
but blindly I ran down a one way road
because the person I thought I had come to know
now has a grip around MY throat

decieved into believeing I could see
the parts of you no one else did
but you wore your mask around like your own skin
and now the walls of your deception are caving in
and im suffocating because if i breath in
this air I am afraid I'll be like you

untrue

to all i am and wish to be
this isn't a ******* masquerade
I let you see into me
and now your gracefully dancing
as if there were music playing
but the truth is you only really played me.

Why couldn't you see I was human too
like the person you
keep hidden beneath the lies
behind the vibrant eyes
of a mask that hides the secrets of your face
who are you?
because your not the person I knew
the person I thought I knew so well

Shame on me for believeing you loved me back,
Shame on you for playing with something that was broken,
See, you were supposed to end up cut,
But instead,
It was me.
(J.D) (11:21)

I hope you think of me like a 5000 piece puzzle,
Hope you feel like a detective when you talk to me,
Or when you hear about me,
Or when you think about me,
I hope you romanticize me into something more than just a human body,

I hope when we kiss your lungs expand,
Hope you think more than just lungs,
Hope when every inch of your body fills with energy
you think the chemical reaction,
I hope you think of me more than just a chemical reaction,
I hope i can fool you into believeing that
I am way more than what i say,

I hope you write about me,
Hope you can't get your mind off it because
you just need an answer,
i hope you find your answer,

I hope you figure out things about me
in the way i do my makeup,
Hope you try and find symbolism in it,
I hope you think me into a work of art,
Hope you finish with a blank canvas
because there is so much beauty in the unknown.

I hope you dream of dissecting me,
Hope you wake up with scars on your finger tips,
I hope i make you nervous,
Hope you think precisely of what to say when you're around me,
Hope you ask every question critically,
I hope you think i know exactly what you're up to,
Hope you hide nothing,

I hope you play word games with me
to try and piece together how my mind works,
I hope after all that time
you still cant grasp it,
Hope im always close enough to touch
but not close enough to get a firm grip on,
I hope you dig yourself a whole from walking in circles,
Hope you never say my name in fear of the tone being incorrect,
Hope you know ill always be here if you need me,

I hope you have no idea what any of this means,
I hope this has given your mind 3 different mining routes,
I hope you know i am buried treasure,
I hope you never hit gold,
I hope you never understand me.

there she is
in the back of class
waiting for the sun to shine
writing in her little book
the faces she got this time

the teacher left the room for a minute
as it seemed
and he got up
and wrote on the bored
"cry if your a freak"
knowing he meant me
i did

they laughed
he erased it
and the teacher came back
and didn't even notice
"why didn't he notice?"

so she went home that day
believing the lie
because she can't control
the sounds that come out of her mind
who knows where she got the gun

but the real question is
why didn't they notice?

he missed one football practice
so that he could dance
he football friends would tease
and finally
they assumed there was a romance
he said his talented was true
but football family rules
they have to beat it out of you
because there worried about you

that day he went home
believeing the lies
trying to
cut out
the dance inside
and when i didn't work
he cut a little more
and it took 24 hours
for his father to walk through the door

every second
of everyday
people commit suicide
because
they all went home
bilieveing the lies

that just because they are different
because they are set aside
they need to be forgotten
**they need to die

some can say hope is beutiful maybe it is in times of when hope is your last reason for taking that last breath, or of not jumping off that bridge,
maybe it is in thoose circumstances,
but when you you hope for oh so long,
hope becomes nothing but you believeing in some pathetic idea,
and maybe when you tell someone this pathetic idea they say
" that's so normal though! how can you  hope for that?"
that's when you  know you arn't right anymore. That somethings wrong with you.
when relizing that hope for you is something the average person thinks is normal, something the avergae person feels every day.
expierences everyday.
when you relize hope, is truly some pathetic overused idea of your.
Your hope has turned into something disgusting,
when you hope for a true smile, one that you don't have to fake ,
a true laugh just once,
that is what hope does to some people. ey are at the end of their to short rope and they hope.
but you can only hope for so long.
and after you are done hoping what is left?
faking everyday for the rest of your life to fulfil someone elses idea's expectations for you?
inwhich at this point death becomes so exotic and wonderful.
and after you first think that thought, of death being the true answer,
you don't care anymore or you just start caring about EVERYTHING and every point off of a one hundred kills you,
when every inisult from him starts tearing at your flesh,
when evert thought of yours isn't "good" starts to ich ever so much more, when every glance that isn't a good one makes you feel o so ******.
death really does become your most faverable topic then, and people wonder why you are the way you are.
stop wondering and simply look at their ****** expressions,
simply listen to what they say,
simply try for them.

No one is talking, but so much is said. We were gonna stay here but were leaving instead. We both set off but theres just one thing, were going our separate ways, not the same. 

They may feed you the lines and fill you with wine, but know that your just their pawn. Soon you'll remember that I was the one, You made your choice and now Im gone.

Morning is a Consequence Id rather not face alone

The hotel floor is my home, cause I couldnt make it sober to bed. Stumbled in and passed out, the ***** straight to my head. The night becomes faded, As this girl becomes jaded the same.  

Summer lighting flashes, and only Miami knows

Wake up late in the evening, hungover and believeing, that Id never put myslef through that again. The highway is roaring and the girl is still snoreing, I sit and wait for my ship to come in.

The rain has picked up and the wind has started blowing,
I keep walking this path, but Ive no way of knowing

A cold breeze blows and the rain dies down,
such a busy city and not a soul around.
Been walking for miles and Im soaked to the bone.
So far from anything; so close to home.

I want to be beautiful
just on the outside..
And cleanse my soul of
this

I want to hate all
And be kind to none
And never think twice of any "honest" remark
I whole heartedly mean

I want to feel numb
forever
To believe in the magical powers
Of *** and nicotine

I want to wake up in the morning
still high
Still drunk
Still believeing evey word
I wrote
and said

sitting in class, perfectly silent, makes my teacher ask "are you sick, autumn?"
but you see mr. teacher you would not care even if i was. My mind said only deep to the bone, but you thought my normal obnoxiousness was normal for me. Yet this quietness inside me has been wanting to break out for oh so long and now it has. why must you believe i am the wau"i" am?
why couldn't you look deeper to find the real me?
i am not silent, nor am i what you all believe me to be.
so stop assuming i will do what oyu say,
so stop believeing i will say this not that,
so stop insulting me because your insults are so ridiculous you have no idea,
your insults don't even compare to me because you don't know me,
so i beg of you to please just stop.
so i beg of you to please just keep on going as if nothing will make a differnecr when im gone.
i beg of you to stop defending me.
i beg of you to stop saying i impressed you with my being quiet when thats who i aam, i beg of you to stop being so danm ignoraant.
i beg of you to open your eyes.
for thats all i want.
open your eyes, and seee that i am me and you are you,
and that that's
what it simply
is.
so
i
beg
of
you
to
p
l
e
a
s
e
open
your
EYES

Yea,
       Keep every name I'm known by on your mind
Im just one of those guys that never trys to be in the light
But I'm a bit loud late at night and hard to forget
Strike fear in those who ain't know me, I'm really nice to have as a homie
Your first thoughts of how I would **** you are true
Get to know me and I'm obviously a nice guy
I try not to put myself in positions that could cost me time
2 and a half years  was enough wasted life
So I can see how it would be easy to forget that first bit of fear you felt at my sight
Don't get it twisted tho I did grown man dirt starting at 9 so 18 only means I'll be after this time
I'll let being jacked for dope money slide
I'll let a few words that you said slip my mind
Even takin my kindness for weakness I can forgive for a time
But don't even for a second believe that i'm any different than I was when I rolled with gang
Age 10 I earned my first stripe with a hand gun
At 14 my name was D. For family and ZtickZ to the rest
I took the rap for my homies and took my time with a calm breath
Learned a lot locked in a box like nobody has my back
Family by marriage, by blood or gang ties ain't enough.
I can't trust to be respected by anybody IV meet
I love my girl to death but don't doubt she would slit my throat in my sleep
So all this I'm a real homie and I know you would never hurt Me or rip me off should probably stop.
As nice as I come off I must let you know I stay calm for the love that I hold
For my girl first off my dog and the freedom I hold
I don't care who you are or how tight our bonds hold step on what beliefs I hold close
I won't hesitate to let what we I have unload
My fist'***** harder than most you know
I roll with a knife most the time and late at night fo sho
So be real don't get comfortabol with any body you know
I keep a ******* or two close cuz I can teach a *** actin stupid how to be a bro that has the game on point from every angel as long as his head don't get big when the positives of a boss mentality kick in
An even then I'll step back till you realize who you should have as a friend
I don't look for reasons to put what you believe in on blast as incorrect or wrong
I'll help you along give you a person to look to when your not so strong
I hate immaturity in everybody old or young
But regardless of who you are or your age if you let parents didn't teach you to watch what you say
There's a good chance I could be your killer one day
I believe in peace and I see need in war
But I also believe that survival of fittest is needed in the world
I'll speak truth for everybody that'll listen if you can't at least take in simple life lessons and blow off knowledge of life
Given by a highschool drop out that has proven to understand simple methods on how to survive
Than please do a favor to the young and bright that learned early how to act right
Don't have a child we don't need stuck up rich kids as a group in life
Don't speak in any form
poison in the form of words is what causes wars
And people that follow every rule
think that it's cool to be A list rich and good at school
are the people that voice strictly that situations of pain and suffering don't matter when it comes to the words they've twisted to properly fit what what keeps degenerates out of the click
Cuz there blind to seeing life from a real position
Power is what drives the socially accepted to stay out of prison
But the leader of a generation of bright children all ages including the old and wise
Is the man that regardless of age race size or number of crimes holds the greatest respect in my mind.
So next time you decide that a **** lookin drug using nice guy is a week man with a front to hide weakness member that intelligence and power are also measured by the worst people alive
Leniency is what all we ask for in life
Life needs rules and people like a voice that carry's waight and still Cry's for or worlds sad fate
Keeps a head straight on shoulders carrying the world's waight
Doesn't break mentally even if hate is all he gains
And didnt act violently for every slander thrown there way
But won't hesitate to **** what is poisoning the world's fate
There personal gain of being respected is above what anyone can say
So now that I've written a couple of pages of rhymes randomly and in a sparatic melody
With no specific order or story I'll lastly say....
The greatest individuals hold power in perception. Without action of any form they are perceived as as one to fear.
Once you know them that fades and my be mistaken for weakness. they have no problem letting people feel as if they have bettered them or outsmarted them in the least.
Because they know that restraint is powerful. Perceptions deceive every person with eyes that see.
Honesty earns respect from every person god can see.
Understanding and appropriately acting without over reacting is a noticed thing
Physical and mental strength are one and the same
Intelligence in the fform of traditional schooling only carry's relevance to point
Survival is a necessity to which our history has forgotten as being what allows knowledge to grow century to century
All tho they use currency and work like slaves there entire life's to achieve riches
The firmly believe that societys who allow a body of governing people to mass produce specific currency that holds the only value in trade is what will cause this worlds demise
And most importantly they hold the understanding of both sides
Regardless of their social or economic value in others eyes they have the ability to smile in stressful times  take into consideration a situation before making decisions that affects others life's
Our world has yet to be led on any continent in any country. State. City. Town. Or government by an individual who understands that what what we know can Chang regardless of what ages of script say is a correct way to live simply by voicing down to earth undeniable truths of life. Gaining respect from everybody who hears of there attempts due to an outlook focused on joining together the people of earth as a population that neglects to find reason in any form of segregation. And has respect earned by morals not accreditation from bosses or schools
I firmly believe at my current age of 18 that this things are all that we need in a person fit to lead not a group a state or a country but the world. Not as a judge or a powerful being but as a voice and a face of a person that our dying race of anamazingly intelligent beings can look at as a leader in bringing back what makes being a person on earth great.


I will never subjugated myself to believeing false truths. Believing facts only proven by human beings to be true unless comments sense makes it obvious and testing unneeded.
I will break laws. Do drugs act concedly in times when I am not needed to act for others.
I will steal from the rich and give to the pour but will under no circumstance take more than what is needed .
The week and willing to learn will never be overlooked by myself for as long as I live
I will do as I can to the best of my ability to use common sense integrity and simple hopes of unity spread by my voice starting with family then my community and one day earths people as a whole to not lead but voice how simple unity can be. Piece can be attained and happiness can spread

I do not intend to be great   I am an evil minded sinner to those who believe god Hale's ever ending judgment. I never once said I was the one that will join the world. I now and for ever will only state that I am one of a Likely large gripe that offers his voice to speak to and not for the world's simple humanistic values and needs.

**** SOCIETY IN ITS CURRENT FORM!!!!

Almost twenty years later
starting to gain ground
Understanding comes bitter and sweet
always believeing  I was ahead
foolish
always believing I was so strong
denial
always avoiding the issue
truth

Truth is
fear has led to defeat
Harsh times
led to retreat
For no other reason than fear
Bigger problem is letting go

Inexperience still wallows in the cavity my being takes hold
Smothering in fear of losing
Holding so tight
everything is brusing
Bones so tense
its confusing
Anxious over absolutely nothing
So *******  needy it is crazy

Got too much time
been around people too long
forgot that it is okay to be alone

Life's a trip,
what can I say ?
You get hurt,
move on.
Your heart breaks,
sew it up.
Misunderstand something,
get the truth.
And when people tell you something,
try believeing them for a change.
It might open up some great opportunities for friendships, relationships,
or just a chance at a great life in general.

       *(a.n.p.)

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING YOUR WALLS DOWN
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING SOMEONE IN
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING YOUR HAIR DOWN
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING YOUR GUARD DOWN
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING YOURSELF GO
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING SOMEONE CATCH YOU
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR THINKING THEY’D ACTUALLY WANT TO
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BELIEVEING SOMEONE COULD BE DIFFERENT
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR TRUSTING
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR HOPING
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR ANTICIPATING A BRIGHTER FUTURE
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING SUCH A ******* IDIOT
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR FALLING IN LOVE

as an addict i go all out. one thing alone does notplease me. so i became addicted to multiple things such as:

writing what i think so i dont go crazy

putting smiles on peoples faces even if i dont know them

having dreams of being rich and successful though it wont happen

believeing in fairy tales no matter how ridiculous

trying to be the best person i can be

caring for people that hate me

but these are only the things that make me high i also am addicted to downers as well:

looking love in the face for it to not recognize you

going out of your ay to impress others

thinking of love and making your heart cry

slamming your head against the wall to try and end the pain

so yes im an addict but who cares that doesnt change who i really am inside. so any thing that life throws at me a grab and become addicted to

Tears rolling i sit alone
Alone in the dark
Alone at home
Trying to protect my cubs
To show them right and give them love
i try
i fail
Oh not again
Exposed to violence caused by him
Daddy please
Daddy dont
Daddy's mad
so daddy wont
Tattoed scars
And memories
Bruises bumps
And mommy bleeds
constant events the children see which may affect who they will be
Mom is scared
Cant get away
She has no job
No money saved
She leaves
But returns
Believeing his lies
She's lost her soul
And isnt alive.

Some say that their lovers
Have left their imprint
All over their heart
But you
You left the biggest of imprints
The only difference
It's invisible
And sometimes
I rejoice
Foolishly believeing  
That your mark has left
But it's only temporary alievement
Before reality sets in
And I realize it's still there

in times like this
I feel myself shying from paper like a little school girl in the prettiest dustpink mini skirt
I feel my cheeks rosing up , into this blush red
I feel my palms sweating like a little waterfall, dripping down to my shaky thighs
The paper scares me
- because being here makes me desperate.             It means that I can’t scream any louder. It means that no matter how many people try to warm me in their embrace I’m still here shy from the paper . Alone and trapped.
Now this little school girl must bleed from her thighs and palms here she must expose the ***** thoughts and the liquids from her vile body.
Isn’t she disguisting in her purity?
Does she make you mad
She is so alluring she dominates all that she touches , I’ll tell you a secret I once saw rain run towards her.
But she’s ugly, and kind and I love that little school girl because I’m tired of everyone giving her up . I don’t know if they’re mad at her for being to pure or maybe she’s not at all
Maybe she’s too many pieces to be loved by a whole
So she finds a few along the way and lets them love a piece of her
The little school told me
That she’s manic
She is a maniac I’ve seen how for the past few weeks she’s danced in her room and jumped in bed with her parents and pretended to be high on some sort of adrenaline
But I’m tired of being creepy and staring at her through the window
Because the real girl is starting to emerge .
It’s making my head sore
AM I A FUCKINF BIPOLAR
Maybe that’s the anxiety whispering
Or is it an alternative personality
I’m going crazy
This one wasn’t supposed to hurt like the rest it was supposed to heal
This one hurt the most
Because - after not believeing that we could love
You thought us that we are the purest form of uncontrollable affection
But we are done now
And we must sleep
Forever
- don’t be scared of me
- I’m confused too
- I’m the old man in the window
- The manic
- The school girl
- And maybe you too.
A multidimensional ******* organism