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Anniebell Lector Jan 2015
And I run,
I run so far away;
from the pain and the decisions
you've forced on my fragile mind,
From the agony of realizing
every second I spent blind
to your lies, and your love,
and your useless promises.
To your empty dreams
your late night wishes.
Future
turned into a past tense verb
moved by your lack of motion,
momentum created from my
spontaneous combustion in love
Inflamed
infatuated with your hollow charm,
and your flawless game.
The desire to tame,
an nothing more.
Though, I became the *****,
who took it all and shouldered
the Burdon of your wasted potential.
And buried the belief that
ideservedmore
than what you gave me.
What I got,
the empty handful
of ashes.
pain/fear/freedom
paid in full
Luminosity Cat Aug 2014
A stolen child glares at a clock.

The child yells, "when will life's pure sting stop!"

Yet, the clock just screams, "tick tock."

A kid, who's life is a blended mess, stares at white walls.

The kid screams, "when will this demon come to a stop."

But the wall doesn't scream, it's sweet silence never cease yelling.

A teen cries from his depths as he trips on his chains-

"When will this burdon leave, my body is screaming from pain."

His cry from the depths, and his screams in the night burry the joy that will not reside.

I pray for the day when the burdon flees from his mists. I pray for the hour that teen is remist.
Stephan May 2016
.

Where will the circus fall,
leaving giraffes homeless,
as pitched tents get pitched
and sideshow freaks
become the norm,
guessing someone’s weight
who doesn’t care

When the sun sets
tablecloth desires
on a silverware runway
with dishes made of gold
and wine glasses half full
are spilled in sad regrets

Will I walk alone
on a cobblestone road,
counting windows without shades
laced with flat screen televisions
tuned to the wrong channel,
reruns in Technicolor

Broadcasting seeded visions
in open fields of tall grass
when Eric Burdon sang
and cherry trees once stood
producing the fruit
of a past I no longer
want to see

Where will the circus fall,
where will I fall
DaRk IcE Apr 2015
Im not sure if mad says it...I hear your words of fire while getting burned by the flames rolling off of words like *****! Sometimes Im completely, in utter shock like the cat got my tounge, but cats loath me. Memories flash in my mind of my own suffering of things he wouldn't do or didn't do. I took the burdon, I carried the load. I worked magic so our lives didn't turn out tragic. Not one time did I complain, and having to beg for appreciation is ******* insane. At the end of the day my feelings are forced to drift away, be at bay, where they may. Completely alone, isolated, yet in the core of the crowd. Never seen with all eyes on me. Again...I hear the word *****!! I turn around with cat-like reflexes and bellow words from the sword of my tounge like sir Knight himself. My scold is merciless, my point sharp, my sound ultrasonic. My powers brought forth thunder and lighting into his arrogance. Why must I be drained from the blood running through my rolling veins just to be heard...?
Poppy Halafihi Feb 2019
Once there was a lost and lonely caterpillar
Searching for her glitter
But then She found you
Who helped her break through
Allowing time
To help her climb
You sheltered her, helped her transform
Which gave her the power to get through the storm
Letting her bloom
Away from the fumes
Now she has wings
It’s time to cut strings
No looking back
It’s time to unpack
She’s finally found her way
No more sky’s full of grey
No longer scared of the moon
This butterfly no longer needs her cocoon

Co written by
Lucy Burdon and Coco 07
We all go throw our own metamorphosis
Have you ever held so much of something that causes the things you wish not to see in those you love?

Have you ever held a pain that isn't even yours in some cases?

have you ever held on to it so that it doesn't slip and take out such a beautiful tragedy of those you love?

That if you slipped and allowed just an ounce of this pure and refined substance to hit the open air that it would be instantly absorbed into the psyche and physical bodies of all those around you , thus causing them to convulse in agony and gut wrenching pain?

Have you ever felt this could be even close to how you have felt before?

As if once they get the tiniest taste of their own creations and manipulations results, they would fall, so far and hard they would not see the way out of such dire deeds and sad and abusive ways and pains of the causes and causation's, the outcomes of the thrusted busted, go away's, leave me be's, the I don't care about you's, you are a fool's, you are stupid, stop annoying me's, oh here watch this one, they will break , so laugh as loud at them as you can's? can you see what I am saying?  in short all the truly horrible things we all , including me, myself and I, do, when we hurt, are confused, or some how, loose our way in this confounded maze we seem to find ourselves lost in.

Is it enough to allow them to taste the fruit of their leaves of the trees they planted on our mother womb as our father feeds them lovingly, knowing these seeds are wrong?

is it enough? would describing it be enough to cause the pin to be realized if only an imaginary trend of a friends busting the illusion for a crafted grafted second, in hopes to say, stop and look, we are all dieing if we continue this way...... but so many of us, carry these pains like a badge of **** honor, like we are singlehandedly saving the very souls of those whom we don't even know, at times, that is... when the pain and isolation isn't too much to bare, and we don't end up lashing out and creating sorry *** little seeds of trees we then drop along our mothers womb as father lovingly tends to mothers needs, as if we are johnny apple seed in the garden of plenty and abundance all like where is my coffee!!!!????? like i have been a time or two?

Would it be enough for me to change, much less you? maybe, seems we are all stuck on a revolving Russian roulette of, "you first jack, then we will see if my *** antiees up all in..." for we all seem to be in this oh so, silly Mexican stand off as illustrated by Marshall Mathers in the "*******" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHi-IjsilSw

Cause this silly little thing, is ME, and it is You, yet, am I holding you correctly, by saying ***** it, its me and not you? or is this **** thing on backwards and in roman numerals? cause situation is all jacked up, from the floor up if we fail to see that , I and others who are pain eaters, or, what ever you choose to call us, for we are all full, just look about you, and see all the love is flowing but some of the most daring and beautiful ones are slowy fading, falling, wasting away cause we are too **** pridful to say, **** this not today, I will not hold your ****, this is your **** you take and feel it, I am rather in the clear and am shorting myself the love I truly need to breath, but, I am such a freak and a lover of you all, that I ****** this crap back up denying you the ability to even grab your **** from me, and I horde it hide it and die in it faithfully, for I said I would and my word means everything. but, Now I find so many begging me to release it, let it be, let it go and even if fools fall the **** over dead from the shock of the shame and pain they have graced us all with but we have not had to bare, do go dropping like flies, then that is okay, as I stand shocked, appalled and *******, cause we are to save them all **** it. yeah... says who, son? is all I hear any more. says who son? who said they could make it to such a place of pleasure, leisure, construct, invention, visionary, oh, my how we are to truly shine , shine, be and play? who told you this anyway? and I stand silent, speechless, and rather dumbfounded in my lack of afraid. for they are right. ****, it,, they are right, again.. for to be able to truly and finaly bew able to grasp, grokk, totally and truly rock this truth of movement and this transmogrification of station and situtations where we oh so are to truly play and live like life truly exists, we must let go and let bare the being that was, is, and wont be there. yet here i am, still stuck in a silence of judgement pending, standing in a hall, holding up the line cause I refuse to let go of this which is holding me from the true garden and my possible real soul mate, whom ever they maybe, all because I am so affraid of feeling the lose of even the hated, and hatful of thee, ?.. and why? why are so many of those bauetigul people like me, doing this very thing? so many of us became sin eaters simply out of need, and we eat the sins of others, and eneded up, sinning ourselves, simply to deal with the burdon of the pain... what , in the world were we thinking? , well, we were thinking, what a shame, and we were thinking, why do we not know how to help or deal with all this over whelming pain, why atre we burdoned so? and why must , i let go of the only think I have ever known, eating this sin, that became my identity and my reason to be, and now you ask, me to strip myself of me, of this child laid bare for all the world to see, as I fall apart, is that what it is you wish to see? for this is what will happen when I no longer bare the sin of you and you and you, for mine have been forgiven from what I understand for laying no blame upon no man for the sin I consumed of man, and I am not alone in this endeavour or relieaf, that is if I can muster the foolish courage to let it go, and watch as you all, fall, fall, fall, of your own pains, but I say this, as I have said before, as  child I said it and thousands of times in my life, you do not have to fall so far, just except what ypou have caused and bare it and do the equal and truly triple the opposite and love, see, for me to take such a chance, such a leap of faith and risk, my falling by my creations of feeling watching you fall from your own pains, in turn causing me to fall the same, , but I say, you do not, for if as I said I do this, and risk, then you do the same and love again, as you did before you remembered how to hurt..... before you learned how to hurt inside, before you realized, you die each time the pain lives inside... for you were never a sin eater, but I can and am telling you how to digest your sins, so you don't fall, so far and possibly fail and well, bye.. you must bare you harm and except it as real and them manifest the loving and caring truth that nullifies the harm and corrosive acridness and become, alkaline a base , so base your love in truth and harmony, and resonate out of the hate and misery, for, I do understand what it is I must do, but it all truly, like I said a thousand times, depends on you, and yes there is a possibility that you could bring me to my death by focusing on never getting out, but lets not kid each other son, I will not be loosing, and why risk the guarantee of you never being with the life of us, only so you can attempt to bring me or others down? for it makes no sense, and is not of the flow and growing of life and is not abundant, so, swallow all the fear and doubt, that pain and acid that you spit out, and except it for it is the reality you created and we sin eaters swallowed and held so as to limit your harm, and many of us, did this from birth and never truly knew what we did wrong to end up with such a work load if you get my drift. but my soul is clear, on this, and wqell, I must start laying this down, and by doing so, I need not grace you with a sound or a jot or tittle, but the facts that you may or may not find life get a little different, but This is not for me to say, for it is simply close and time for me to let it all go and look for the truth as my ownn naked frozen child deep inside shivers , but, I know this, no matter the loss, no matter the cost, no matter the choices that will be chossen due to tempral placement and how limited the view is from where we are, that I will be okay, and most of my people are already across, in fact, I think I am one of the few still stupidly here, begging and causeing such a scene, but, I suppose they are right, "if you have not chossen your own ways, by now, then what makes you think anyone should wait for you to realize there is no tomorrow once we move forward.. and well, I hope to wake and each time I wake, love be closer and closer to me and this horror and this lies deciet and hate, be a none existant, reality, for me, or anyone else ready to make that change. and you still can, but, um, if time is running out on the elect, then um, maybe time is running out on you and me so, we better get this thing going, and make a stand , a choice, and eat out own **** and swaet out love and all things worth growing and knowing. for the information is a seed that is the key, if you know, then it is time to unload, that seed so it can be a tree, for spring has sprung and we are about to be leaving and blooming some **** fine leaves, and flower, ohh, so, unless you are the dead and decayed bark that we are about to shed, litterally, then it is time to become a blossom, and swallow your own deeds and devulge the information that setts so many others free, you will be saving lives, and the livfe you save might just freaking be your own. no I mean this jack. and, I love you, but I can not keep holding this, for most of it is not mine, and I soon hope to be resigned from the possition of rather high ranking in the sin eating department, "Jesus is number one there, and I am not in the tier, but you can beat me, so swallow you sin and push out the freedom and love, the truth that sets the rest of the tree free from this infestation cause we wont **** the tree, but we continue like this and the tree of life we wont see either, for we will fall away and away to never be again, make your choice, cause I have Purple Hearts to Bloom baby, and blue and white stripes on my flower, for I am a full purple blue moon, , hope to see you there, and if you hurt son, sorry, but it is time, so, take my advice and swallow and shed and do deeds that save lives and loves.  Yes I know I am slow, ven my mother said so, in the scanned images, see, poems, though he is"slow?"  yeah, thanks ma.. lol, smile, I hope I see here , she, finally free of all the harm done her and forgiven, for I forgave her long long ago, I love and respect my mother, for she gave me these bones of gold, and at 14 she did better than many, with such a prize package like me.
Candlebox-Far Behind
h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4QL0L9fgbg
yes i just might be that high in my sin eating ways and abilities, but then again only the fool hearted care to dare all and any attempts to find you thinking and living and not seeding an evil tree, so, don't , love, live, and finally remember and be free.
Flesh, blood and bone nothing more nothing less
not a name, body pain or past
an organism void of idealisms
with blood rushing through of rivers vein
H2o is the flow of body rain
hearts turn to stone, programed drones
perched above in egoic thrones
break the trend and begin to mend
so all the lost men can transend
join the concousness, the state of aware
purely awakened
twisted vision upside down
occular nerves spin it around
weird to say the least
it kinda makes ya wonder
where the hell are my feets
I seem stuck to ground like some strange beast
a burdon a body an awkward cavity.
Lindsey McCarty May 2010
Girl in the mirror
Girl in the mirror
People witness her smiles
Although she lives in fear

Suicidal thoughts
Are streaming through her brain
Thinking no one cares for her
Only causes her more pain

Her life is a burdon
To everyone she knows
She's just an outsider
Fake emotion is all she shows

The cutting and burning
Are not doing her well
Has she stooped so low as to
Sell herself to hell?

Doesn't give a ****
If she bleeds until she dies
Nobody notices the countless cuts
That represent her desperate cries

Trying to realize
Why she was made
Her hand begins to quiver
While she pushes away the ****** blade

Her last plees for help
Shine completely through her mask
She needs someone to love
Bever had the strength to ask

Girl in the mirror
Girl in the mirror
You don't have to live in pain
For all you agony has dissapeared
Rai May 2012
You twisted my words
How nicely you made it seem
As though I was the one
Who had turned to ice before your heart had melted
Sorry is a strange land
It lives somewhere between denial and acceptance
Is a truth worth the burdon of unhappiness
I will take back all that was mine
And hold my own face in my hands
Your palms were so warm for a while
against my tender skin
which beckoned for the touch of another
Tears fall
But im glad to be back in my own skin once more
I will turn the music up far too loud
And dance in my mind to the journey that will now begin
Never an ending to this madness
Thank you
Im not sure what ive learnt this time around
But thankyou all the same for
Spending a little time
Drinking a little wine
Dancing beneath the sheets
To the uncurable desire
Known as lust
When the dust settles
You may understand
But I doubt it ...
Ilya Molotov Mar 2017
nothing left this test is last
i try my best, to build my nest
i carry my own burdon
i sing my story loud and clear
i want these chains to dissapear
i practise faith, i hold my sword
the way to talk with holy word
i found a way to be myself
regardless of the pize and wealth
this who i am, a holy ghost
in your heart reflects the most
the passion of the running wolf
realease my soul to fly
over mountains to the sky
i found myself, when i lost you
goodbye my love i shall miss you
Fresh Prince Mar 2014
Take my open heart and all that I offer
Without you my strong heart goes softer and softer
Without you everything isn't right
Your feelings went from color to black and white
**** love man this eats up my soul
It's a burdon on me and it takes a mighty tole
I'm ready to be alone and have fun
Because all the pain love caused has made me done
Cecil Miller Aug 2017
The memory of this moment,
As I look upon your face,
As you look up to me,
Your head resting on the squabs;
The sun shine between the blinds,
And birds sing morning's song,
Will stay with me until
My heart no longer throbs.

I know you are the one,
My only everything.
All I could ever want to hold
Is here, in my embrace.
I feel the tide is turning
In favor of morning's song,
As I gaze into your eyes,
And passion is in it's place.

There is no unworthy burdon
You bring to my door.
No echoes of regret.
I need for nothing more.

The errand of my heart
Is to give into your light,
To give you all I am.
You are my paradise.
I wanted to write a song of love without actually using the word love, because "love is a word that some entertain..."
Life cannot prevail
Without  lessons from the wise.
So dont die tonight
Because the rain
Cannot constrain
A death
That came too soon.
Dont wish  upon a burdon to great.
Or it will
Take you.
Bella S Apr 2018
Words are bigger than actions.
Words fill the silence.
Words burdon, remorse, and dismay.
Words uplift, encourage, and brighten.
Words are bigger than actions.
You may throw a punch, but calling someone a name leaves a permanent scar.
Scars, they stay forever.
Scars, remind us of the unforgettable.
Scars, no matter how much you try and change them, they never go away
Change, it cuts us, it loves us, and it holds us.
Change is a closed door ready to be unlocked.
Change drives people
insane
In love
And
In sadness
Noelle Nov 2015
I just dreamt that you never loved me. That I was engulfed in things I could not stand, and for the life of me, I found them unpleasant.

You told me that the way I had acted when I was attacked had turned you off. You wrote it on a note with recipes. I could not stand you in that moment because it wasn't you. You were drunk. I know how this goes.

All of this is a dream. Everything I had just imagined was a facade. My soul is distraught though, by my recreation of our friendship. I know I am hard to love. I know I'm not as beautiful as that girl you talked to yesterday. I know.  

I can't carry these feelings I have for you anymore. They are a burdon in themselves because I can not have you, and I really would love you.
Peter Kiggin Sep 2016
Light we never will truly see

The moth hit the lamp light three times and I decided to turn it off
The damage we do to our bodies searching for light when it's darkness we feel most comfortable with
Understanding the human condition then you must go back 40,000 years or more
We are born of beasts made to act like beasts when forced
Deny our ancestry and burdon your self with too many questions to answer
If animals we were meant to be then animals we should act but the irony is knowing that fact
Romanticising the truth of the history of man and beast run very close together
The ultimate kindness is to all die of a virus leaving the world to re-energise and maybe a kinder animal will develop to become a new leader with vision for light to further our growth of what we call a brain.
genocide and much more
Ken Pepiton Dec 2020
Finished in time to show.

No one, any one, me, at least I see,
I said
life is worth the wait,
to be lived this way without a care.
-- forgot one care
that one I got from Eric Burdon,
heavy, when I was fifteen…
"Lord, don't let me be mis understood."

Do friends have liege relations, value-wise?

If you never were lorded over, can you
grip the handle on the phrase,
uttered long ago, many a witness have reported,
Henceforth {Jesus H. Christ apreachin'}
I call you not servants;
for the servant knoweth not
what his lord doeth:
but I have called you friends;
for all things that I have heard of my Father
I have made known unto you.

It is no secret what words may do

this is how I pass my time to you,
use it right as you see fit,

consider life this gift, there's no price
Wonderfull year to have survived.
Alex McQuate May 2017
Bill Wyman and **** Jagger are sitting down by the fire with me,
Preaching out from the tiny speaker in the small radio I brought with me,

The crackle of the fire and the upward avalanche of cherry embers into the air distract me for a second,
A dance of heat and light that has entranced me since I've been a child.

I light a smoke using a stick I've been using to stir the bonfire,
Fortuitous for me because I forgot my lighter inside when I last went to get more beer.

Drums lull me back into the song,
Jagger laying out the words like an expert mason,
His words are the bricks that the song is built on, sturdy and precise,
The message they lay out is strong.

That every man has a darkness in him,
It's been there since the very first sin,
A little devil on our shoulder,
Whispering sweet nothings in our ear.

The bonfire a perfect example,
The higher the flame,
The denser the darkness seems to pool,
Just outside the light.

At times you will be weak,
This is the pain of being human.

The song changes to one of a plea,
One of asylum,
From the chaos of the world at large,
A world that we had in 1969,
Desperate voices screaming for a stay of execution.
Would you be one of the people I wonder,
Who would stand against the night,
To save the hopeless and downtrodden.
A hero of the people,
And a bane to those who would do the people harm.

The fire has died down,
Only the bluest of flames are licking up from the wood.
I add another log as another song comes,
In a flash I am transported to England in the times of '66,
The viewpoint of a depressed youth,
Wishing the world wasn't as bright as it was.
The instruments slithering about like a cobra,
Ready to strike at any moment.

I take the large gallon bucket and upend it over the flames,
The water drowns wood and flame.
The fire hissing in pain as steam is given birth to.

The small radio now had Eric Burdon wailing to me Baptist-Style about the dangers of the Big Easy,
As I head back inside.
Poem written to the music that came on (in order):
Sympathy for the Devil- Rolling Stones
Gimme Shelter- Rolling Stones
The House of the Rising Sun- The Animals
ZACK GRAM Sep 2019
you are a *******
my hell list is so powerful you cannot exersize me
you are going to hell with me
when i rise up an **** god
you are my slave
i will stomp on you
do you want an explanation

WHERE IS OUR CIRCLE?
ITS BEEN 30 YEARS AN THERES NO GROUP
YOUR PHONE LIST IS 20 PPL
THE EARTH HAS BILLIONS OF PEOPLE
SO TELL ME WHERE THAT MATH MAKES SENSE
YOU WANT TO TAKE GUNS
YOU WANT TO COUNT CROPS
TORTURE THE VICTIM
LOCK THEM UP FOR BEING THEMSELVES
BUT PEOPLE OUT THERE WILL **** YOU
THEY WILL THEIVE YOU
**** YOU
LEAVE YOU FOR DEAD
AN GO ABOUT THEIR DAY
WITH THEIR FAKE TITLE

im going to drop on you
im going to call shoot
im going to scream hurt
you will see the truth
i will hang you for your sins
i will make you suffer
no matter how many days there are
it wont matter
you will feel the pain

I AM REAL
THE WHOLE WORLD **** ON ME
THIS IS ME ******* BACK ON THEM
I PLEAD INSANTY
DO MY 180 IM GOOD
SOON IM OUT THO
WORSE THEN PAC

AM I INSANE "NO"
DO I WANT TO HURT GOOD PEOPLE
NO
HAVE I EVER
NO
IF ITS THE ONLY WAY THEN SO BE IT
THIS IS ME CONFESSING YOUR SINS
THE WAY YOU ALL TOOK ADVANTAGE
ERASED ME
TAKEN WHATS MINE
NEVER HAD FAITH
NEVER ABIDED
I HAVE FAITH
I HAVE ABIDED
I AM THE PUREST MAN ON EARTH

we legit are all going to hell this is not a lie
im going to be stone skribbles
earth with no longer be habitable

governments societies politicians citizens
they have all broke code
everyone has broken the man law
everyone has lied on the bibles name
lock me away im taking you all out
ill wait for the rest of my life for it
ive already waited a life worth
whats one more **** it

NO LONGER WILL HUMAN BEINGS BE HELD IN CHAINS
ZACK WILL BE FREE
NO LONGER WILL YOU EXCLUDE HIM
HE WILL BE EXCLUSIVE
THE RICHEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD WILL FALL
KINGDOMS NATIONS COUNTRIES
ALL WILL FALL
EVERYONE WILL DIE
IF THATS WHAT IT TAKES TO LIVE
THEN SO BE IT
I TAKE THIS **** TO THE GRAVE SON
YOU GIVE ME NIGHTMARES YET PREACH
HOW THE **** IS THAT COMPASSION
WHERES LOGIC
YOU THINK BEING FORCEFUL IS OKAY
WHEN THE ONE WHO FEEDS YOUS IMPRISONED
LOCKED AWAY STARVED
SCARRED AFRAID ALONE
UNLOVED UNWANTED UNCARED FOR
UNATTENDED
STILL INTINTIVE AN CONSISTENT
IN 1 MILLION YEARS MY NAME WILL PREVAIL
I MAY NEVER BE FORGOTTEN
I AM ALL HOLY
FEATHER TO FEATHER
BLOOD TO FLESH TO BONE
IN SPIRIT
WHATEVER YOU MAY CALL IT
MASTER KING GOD
MAY IT REST THAT NO MATTER
NO MATTER A COLOR
NO MATTER A LANGUAGE
NO MATTER A POSITION
WE ALL LIE UNDER ONE HAND
THE HAND OF THE ONE WHO SAVED YOU
THE ONE WHO GAVE YOU ALL HEAVEN AT THE SAME TIME
DEATH DOESNT SOUND SO BAD DOES IT
EXZACKLY IM NOT SCARED EITHER
STAB ME TO DEATH THANKS
ILL BE WAITING ZACK
DRINK AN DRIVE AN **** ME
ZACK WILL BE WAITING
BE HAPPY
STAY CONTENT OBEDIENT
AND PREVOLENT
I AM CONSTANTLY BUGGIN I HAVE NEVER BEEN FREE
TYRANNY THE ZILLAS ARE COMING
NIKE
TYRANNY THE ZILLAS ARE COMING
NIKE
YOU KNOW IT ITS ZILLAZACK I GAVE YOU BIRTH
I PUT THE PAINT ON THE MAP AN SCRAP
THAT CHAIN ROUND YO NECK HAS A PHONE
HES NEXT DOOR ILL BE WATCHING
WE WILL BE WATCHING
MAKE THIS EASY

walk with me take my hand
here we enter purgatory
when hell runs out of victims
an heaven cant judge
no need to be confused
come on lets go
we all going to god
GOD?
WHOS PRAYIN FOR YOU WE ALL DEAD?
GOD?
I HAVE NO HANDS WHATS A BOOK
LORD
THERES NO WORDS TO THIS BURDON
HOW YOU GONNA SAVE ME
UNLESS YOU LET ALL OF US IN
ZACKS OUR BOSS
AN THIS QUESTION COMES AT A COST
YOUR THRONES GONE
WERE TIRED OF STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE
WE JUST WANNA KICK BACK RELAX AN FEEL SAFE AN FED
WHY CANT WE ALL JUST UNDERSTAND
ZACK GAVE US THE CHANCE WERE BEING NICE
NOW YOU HAVE NO CHOICE
....
i give you everlasting life
the tears will no longer be shed
forever till the end theres no more death
no more pain no more waste
no hurt no sorrows
no more being scared
no more being tired
just cozy on this cloud next to this fire
G
#8
ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
as soon as we marry one of us gets shot
im so sorry im a **** up an a lost cause
all i ever wanted was to be loved by you
it gives me seizures nausea an nightmares
i cant even look myself in the mirror an smile
you dont love me so i have nothing to live for
this is the slowest tortureous death in history
i beg you to **** me because thats the only way
theres two sides to the story an i dont know both
your gentle smell touch words an warmth cure me
without you i am a washed up loser with no life
i have never been loved an its the most painful feeling
i cried so much i dont cry anymore i just stop breathing
drugs dont work i cant get you off of my mind its crazy
what have i ever done to god an you to live with this burdon
im ashamed at all mankind every human is ugly an ignorant
lies an deceate no moral heart or faith its all gone in thought
you are letting me rott away when im all you want
you are rotting away when you are all i want
i care about you so deeply i wish there was a way around it
please forgive me my love
i am your slave suffocate me with your essence
leave your aroma **** me to death
destiny
Lavendar My Love Jan 2018
Reflection

A distraction from reality

But we need it to recap our morality

So is this theory, this action,

a burdon,

a sin?

Or is it just another activity to pass the time,

or make us grin
ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
I've cried
cried many nights

so many countless hours alone
so many days afraid
all alone in the dark
the tears held back an fake smile
no signs of the provication
many many scars
born without a choice
forced into a life of hate
all these memories add to nothing
everytime i try and remember i cry
when i try an look into your eyes
i cry

ive cried
cried many nights

just to be touched
just to be loved
victim to a pre meditated dream
my destiny has been taken from me
i never sold it
so wheres my soul
God why me
what have i ever done
what have i done to bare this burdon
i pray  an call your name crying out loud
i pray someday i will be in love
i cry

ive cried
cried many nights

there is  no answer from you
Lord she never felt or ever will feel the same
what a fool i am, played an abused
left for dead
this anger this hate this anguish
i want it all to go away
this is why i feel so sick
when will i die an be free
please someone save me
im beyond repair im a mess i shed a tear
i shed a tear on this one
now i know
now i know not to try
because i cry

ive cried
cried many nights
Vincent Devito Jun 2017
So bring me with eyes struck to the place where my mind once laid. Ive strived for something much than this. As these words are nothing new from the mouth of a thousand lies and i yet long for something peaceful.
Save yourself or remain in this self tortured state. As ive seen before theres no way this ends pretty. Save yourself as theres time for redemption, for thought of something peaceful is no illusion. Bring me to the mind once cleansed as i am no longer without taint. For these scars are not visible yet i see them clearly with eyes accused. bring me my burdon for i am hopeless. Save yourself for i am no longer tempted to salvation. I say this bearing something more than pain and nothing less than grace. Save yourself for your the one who needs to be saved.
If people eat chocolate , and junk fast food,
other people who smoke cigarettes , with copious  Alcohol,
addicts of drugs , *** deviants,
and worse, people who are aficionado's ,
of the British Royal family.

Then these people should make a pact,
an arrangement , with, Public Health Services,
Not to bother them , when things go wrong,
and they will go wrong , and they will be a burdon on us,
    On the Public purse

I hope they believe in a God,
and he will look after them ,
Because we can't , the purse is closed ,
shut , zipped up , welded, bolted down .

Michael Holly Barrett

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