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"faze" poems
I can't make you want me. I can't make you care, About my feelings or emotions, You left my heart bare. I cry over you, Although I know it wont faze you. Tears fall from my eyes, As I try to forget you. It hurts to be unwanted, Left to the side, Forgotten about in the blink of an eye. I feel so insignificant, So incredibly small, Knowing that I meant nothing at all. But I can't make you want me. I know you don't care. As much as I want you, You'll never be there.
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
I Can't Make You Want Me.
Trickshotting on Highrise On the Crane Billed that ************ in the mane Go on fazeclan new recruit holy **** man FaZe Fruit That's me! How could that come to be Im in faze now ******* trickshot me now
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Billed on
It doesn’t matter what I type As long as I type words It doesn’t faze me what the hype As long as I infer The lyrics although musical Just bounce inside my head They always start with music But the words come out instead
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
It Starts With Music
We all just want to be truly free, Of all the hatred and misery. But the limitations of humans, you see, Is that we can't decide what's meant to be. We can't control what happens around us, Not even prevent tragedies that faze us. And while happy and sad are simultaneous, It seems only the depression becomes contagious. Life is hard, and we all know, When only a mask, can we show. Only one can relate and help us grow, But the breeze carrying love, will rarely blow. I just want to live in happiness, Feel nothing but the eternal bliss. But the only thing that brings me this, Comes from her lips, that one special kiss. But what do I do when she's not here? She may not return, that's what I fear. Her time to go, seems to be near, But I can't let go when I hold her so dear. Each day that passes, what grows is her pain, And as  a human, it's what I can't contain. I'd love to die, but I must refrain, Because that would just drive her totally insane. We don't want to be, not at each others' side, But The Lord didn't make that for us to decide. To know this just happens, sounds like genocide, Losing her is like breathing cyanide. We can only see through our own eyes, We can't comprehend another's demise. It's this very limit that I despise, Because I'll never know when her soul cries. The limitations of being human, Make us permanent catechumens. Only she could restore my faith, But lost I will be, shall I see her wraith. She is all that matters to me, Together forever, we wished we could be. My soul can't escape the depths of this Hell, Without her, there I'll eternally dwell. But her soul being a pure white dove, She saves me with her beauteous love. So I beg thee great Lord, not bound like us, Save her, it's You to whom, her I entrust. She's the one who takes away, The sins that always lead me astray. Lord, you know, for you are not I, She's my Angel, I see in both eyes.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
The Limitations of Being Human
We all just want to be truly free, Of all the hatred and misery. But the limitations of humans, you see, Is that we can't decide what's meant to be. We can't control what happens around us, Not even prevent tragedies that faze us. And while happy and sad are simultaneous, It seems only the depression becomes contagious. Life is hard, and we all know, When only a mask, can we show. Only one can relate and help us grow, But the breeze carrying love, will rarely blow. I just want to live in happiness, Feel nothing but the eternal bliss. But the only thing that brings me this, Comes from her lips, that one special kiss. But what do I do when she's not here? She may not return, that's what I fear. Her time to go, seems to be near, But I can't let go when I hold her so dear. Each day that passes, what grows is her pain, And as  a human, it's what I can't contain. I'd love to die, but I must refrain, Because that would just drive her totally insane. We don't want to be, not at each others' side, But The Lord didn't make that for us to decide. To know this just happens, sounds like genocide, Losing her is like breathing cyanide. We can only see through our own eyes, We can't comprehend another's demise. It's this very limit that I despise, Because I'll never know when her soul cries. The limitations of being human, Make us permanent catechumens. Only she could restore my faith, But lost I will be, shall I see her wraith. She is all that matters to me, Together forever, we wished we could be. My soul can't escape the depths of this Hell, Without her, there I'll eternally dwell. But her soul being a pure white dove, She saves me with her beauteous love. So I beg thee great Lord, not bound like us, Save her, it's You to whom, her I entrust. She's the one who takes away, The sins that always lead me astray. Lord, you know, for you are not I, She's my Angel, I see in both eyes.
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Listen here listen here The world is so **** ******* Maybe all these terrible things are happening because it’s trying to be renewed Our president is so whack He keeps stabbing innocents in the back Praising Arnold Schwarzenegger by acting as if he’s the terminator Pero his wife’s an immigrant too American dream who We pretend to honor the OG’s who created this land But now your trying to get them all banned claiming them all to be rapists and murderers Be humble sit down i'm tired of all these racial slurs He says “We cannot aid Puerto rico forever” But really we need to be working on this together Puerto Rico is just a metaphor for how this president sees all Latinos and people of color He does not see us as his equals, nor does he sees us as his fellows Having the mindset being male and white Is the only possibility of being right Were all humans , we all fit in the same race. We should not be considered by the color of our face Yet somehow the white get all the praise Why are we still stuck in this racist faze Since 1963 when Martin Luther King said in his speech “It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But 100 years later the ***** still is not free” To this day even if they try not to say The ***** is still treated so falsely. Take a moment now to open up your eyes and stop all the self lies Get rid that hate to open up the gate to a whole new perspective A much more un discriminative kind Then maybe just maybe the world wouldn’t be so **** *******
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
The World
Listen here listen here The world is so **** ******* Maybe all these terrible things are happening because it’s trying to be renewed Our president is so whack He keeps stabbing innocents in the back Praising Arnold Schwarzenegger by acting as if he’s the terminator Pero his wife’s an immigrant too American dream who We pretend to honor the OG’s who created this land But now your trying to get them all banned claiming them all to be rapists and murderers Be humble sit down i'm tired of all these racial slurs He says “We cannot aid Puerto rico forever” But really we need to be working on this together Puerto Rico is just a metaphor for how this president sees all Latinos and people of color He does not see us as his equals, nor does he sees us as his fellows Having the mindset being male and white Is the only possibility of being right Were all humans , we all fit in the same race. We should not be considered by the color of our face Yet somehow the white get all the praise Why are we still stuck in this racist faze Since 1963 when Martin Luther King said in his speech “It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But 100 years later the ***** still is not free” To this day even if they try not to say The ***** is still treated so falsely. Take a moment now to open up your eyes and stop all the self lies Get rid that hate to open up the gate to a whole new perspective A much more un discriminative kind Then maybe just maybe the world wouldn’t be so **** *******
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the people whose job is to understand the multiverse can't figure this world out rid·dle                      ˈridl/noun: riddle; plural noun:   riddles 1.                                 | a question or statement intentionally           phrased so as to require ingenuity     in ascertaining its answer or meaning,                typically presented as a game; a person, event,   or fact that is difficult   to understand or explain. "the riddle of her death" [puz·zle ˈpəzəl/verb: puzzle; 3rd person present: puzzles; past tense: puzzled; past participle: puzzled; gerund or present participle:                                              puzzling 1.                          cause (someone) to feel confused because              they cannot understand or make sense of something: "one remark he made puzzled me" synonyms: perplex, confuse, bewilder,        bemuse, baffle, mystify, confound;         faze, stump, beat, discombobulate "her decision puzzled me" perplexed, confused, bewildered,        bemused, baffled, mystified, confounded,                              nonplussed, at a loss, at sea;              flummoxed, stumped, fazed, clueless,              discombobulated "a puzzled look on her face" baffling, perplexing, bewildering, confusing, complicated, unclear, mysterious, enigmatic, ambiguous, obscure, abstruse, unfathomable, incomprehensible, impenetrable, cryptic "his explanation was rather puzzling" antonyms: clear think hard about something difficult                    to understand or explain; "she was still puzzling over this problem                      when she reached the office"      | [      ] think hard about, mull over, muse over, ponder, contemplate,                                      meditate on, consider, deliberate on, chew over,                     wonder about "she puzzled over the problem"   solve or understand something by thinking hard; synonyms:                       work out, understand,    comprehend, sort out, reason out, solve, make sense of,    make head(s) or tail(s) of, unravel, decipher; informal:                figure out "she tried to puzzle out what he meant" noun: puzzle; plural noun: puzzles 1. [                 ], [           ] (                 ); a game, toy, or problem designed     to test ingenuity or knowledge; short for jigsaw puzzle                    (see jigsaw) a person or thing that is difficult to understand or explain; an enigma: "the meaning of this poem will always be a paradox" synonyms: enigma, mystery, paradox,        conundrum, poser, riddle, problem, quandary;                      "the poem has always been a puzzle"   late 16th century (as a verb): of unknown origin: synonyms: puzzle, conundrum, brainteaser, problem,       unsolved problem, question, poser, enigma,                        quandary; informal:       stumper "an answer to the riddle"                    verb/archaic verb: riddle; 3rd person present: riddles; past tense: riddled; past participle: riddled;          gerund or present participle: riddling 1.             speak in or pose riddles. "he who knows not how to riddle" solve or explain (a riddle) to (someone). "riddle me this then" Origin Old English rǣdels, rǣdelse ‘opinion, conjecture, riddle’;   related to Dutch raadsel,    German Rätsel,      to read
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
1. [Linear Z]
the people whose job is to understand the multiverse can't figure this world out rid·dle                      ˈridl/noun: riddle; plural noun:   riddles 1.                                 | a question or statement intentionally           phrased so as to require ingenuity     in ascertaining its answer or meaning,                typically presented as a game; a person, event,   or fact that is difficult   to understand or explain. "the riddle of her death" [puz·zle ˈpəzəl/verb: puzzle; 3rd person present: puzzles; past tense: puzzled; past participle: puzzled; gerund or present participle:                                              puzzling 1.                          cause (someone) to feel confused because              they cannot understand or make sense of something: "one remark he made puzzled me" synonyms: perplex, confuse, bewilder,        bemuse, baffle, mystify, confound;         faze, stump, beat, discombobulate "her decision puzzled me" perplexed, confused, bewildered,        bemused, baffled, mystified, confounded,                              nonplussed, at a loss, at sea;              flummoxed, stumped, fazed, clueless,              discombobulated "a puzzled look on her face" baffling, perplexing, bewildering, confusing, complicated, unclear, mysterious, enigmatic, ambiguous, obscure, abstruse, unfathomable, incomprehensible, impenetrable, cryptic "his explanation was rather puzzling" antonyms: clear think hard about something difficult                    to understand or explain; "she was still puzzling over this problem                      when she reached the office"      | [      ] think hard about, mull over, muse over, ponder, contemplate,                                      meditate on, consider, deliberate on, chew over,                     wonder about "she puzzled over the problem"   solve or understand something by thinking hard; synonyms:                       work out, understand,    comprehend, sort out, reason out, solve, make sense of,    make head(s) or tail(s) of, unravel, decipher; informal:                figure out "she tried to puzzle out what he meant" noun: puzzle; plural noun: puzzles 1. [                 ], [           ] (                 ); a game, toy, or problem designed     to test ingenuity or knowledge; short for jigsaw puzzle                    (see jigsaw) a person or thing that is difficult to understand or explain; an enigma: "the meaning of this poem will always be a paradox" synonyms: enigma, mystery, paradox,        conundrum, poser, riddle, problem, quandary;                      "the poem has always been a puzzle"   late 16th century (as a verb): of unknown origin: synonyms: puzzle, conundrum, brainteaser, problem,       unsolved problem, question, poser, enigma,                        quandary; informal:       stumper "an answer to the riddle"                    verb/archaic verb: riddle; 3rd person present: riddles; past tense: riddled; past participle: riddled;          gerund or present participle: riddling 1.             speak in or pose riddles. "he who knows not how to riddle" solve or explain (a riddle) to (someone). "riddle me this then" Origin Old English rǣdels, rǣdelse ‘opinion, conjecture, riddle’;   related to Dutch raadsel,    German Rätsel,      to read
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It's easy to hear the loneliness in her voice As she speaks she has no one to talk about, there's just no choice She talks about the good old days Filled with love and compassion all was just a faze Loneliness is when you cry There's no one there to make her smile or dry her eyes No one to help with the demons inside her head No one to subside the discomfort of pain from deep inside The demons are here to prey on the misguided brain She continues to hide her pain Only to give into the loneliness of despair Her loneliness has only become a reality because nobody cares Trying to fade away loneliness has taken its toll On her soul Sound of loneliness is silent She doesn't hear the birds singing with great talent She doesn't feel the sun shining People pass her by as if she doesn't exist so she starts declining She wishes her heart could love again highly unlikely loneliness has become her only way of life She remains unable to feel due to the coldness in her heart stuck by a knife
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
Sound of Loneliness
i gave wrong people the right pieces of me my optimism didn't want to see the way you really felt about me i didn't want the truth to faze the happiness i felt from the lie the truth i did not know until i opened my mind and saw through your eyes your smile was a complete disguise what a terrible thing it hide a "sorry" will not suffice when my love is more and the pain dripped out in every word
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
i gave wrong people the right pieces of me
i m4y lik3 4dult c0nt3nt but that **** d035nt c0mp3t3 w1th my AIRHORN
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
MLG FAZE TRICKSHOTTING
From wars erupting earths core, we've settled a score only for the heavens and hell to see. We smother the stench of temptations with potpourri, only to deceive others stimulating parts of a brain. Still pardon my slang Are we using something to rearrange a type of mental suicide arranged, in order to display portraits of lucid terror?, Throwing smoke bombs to keep a little order but even so that's just keeping us ***** for more slaughter. Like roaches and raid a single spray will cause fragment mutations a zombie faze shot with steroids and black plagues, just a graze to depict nations, human infested sanitation able to retaliate government abomination. A conversation my mind read by Pagans walking through hallways, a million rooms perfume and a two headed waitress, mind binding views, imitations, crosses, limitations, serpents, pulpits, fuels lit and shattered creations.
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
The Land After Time
Well now, I seen you got that look in your eyes I know you saw right through my disguise This front, this mask I wear Trying to tell everyone "Beware" Yeah sweet, I see your hidden side, That you've been trying to hide, But please, just be fair, I'm different I really do Care So...   You've seen what's been hidden Underneath the paint on my face I guess I'll have to apply a layer again Can't let anyone touch my grace I like being a mystery Trapped in a Haze And... There you are, out of my view After I had a glimpse of the real you Now I won't be put off Or easy to faze My life's complex So I love a Maze It's true, I do enjoy a chase Sometimes, getting caught Just ruins the game So, as I look over my shoulder I begin to Wonder I see...   I'll  show you respect, admiration and grace, I'll  continue to follow  but slow up my pace. I still have my wits, but that's a wonder, Considering it's your spell that I'm Under Do you now... You know that I run for a reason? I hide my inner light, Cause I'm someone no one believes in This life has been hard And I'm the one dealing the cards But I know now, I'm not the Queen Ah, Unbelieved in is what you say? I see it from another way, You deal me the cards, and I pocket the hearts, And you had it planned from the start, You outplayed me, my trickster queen, As we exit arm in arm as our final Scene
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
I See You ~~~ Collaboration with Skip Ramsey
Thou tangle the mortality And seek the mourning of its course, With an outrageous cloak  that falls adrift To have its custom afloat. The decorations,  thereof flatters this turmoil That has its doubts and moments, A longevity beheld upon the chores of the subject, Never cognizes its everlasting trials, For those of which handles the elation Of successive falsification. I know not of the clumsiness of hymns, That sighs the mourning of a course, The chaotic iteration of single pauses And the faltering of a mere slope. I know not of the turmoil That bedecks the frostbitten clavicles, Onto which no sigh wavers A petition of no faze and any dome. I know not of the cloak That nestles around a haze; Bringing confusion that betrays every vivid sense. Let it be the matter, ‘tis a matter of time(!) Would it morph itself around the mourning mould, When it dries away with the mud?
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
The Cloak
Drunk on nostalgia, and longing for the past, looking at who is still my friend, and the ones gone too fast, I miss them all, but I dont want any of them here, but then again my courage out weighs my fear, and I see it all so beautifully clear, what I would do to hear that smile, or see that laugh, feel that giggle, and dance during math, to have stories of yet to comes, and what dreams we have with the future suns, friends of guys and girls, sending my world into swirls, and dancing with the flame, the band maybe different, but the music is still the same, we all just have a new name, that is a representation of the yesterdays, and I miss the the future and past figuring's of today's faze, nostalgia is weighing the other half of my couch down, as it is my friend, my smile and my frown, I'd push them all away, if I didnt know they were here to stay, so I might as well enjoy the ride, because life is just a rock skipping on a pond, thrown by a bad hand, I'll keep saying it along with you, the next skip is new, but its the skip behind that I'll think aboot in the next few
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
Nostalgia is a Hell of a Drug
When she says she hears voices rattling and battling in the deepest recesses of her mind, then it's time to beware, take care, and make choices saddling you and leave her behind.      Shes a case study of its kind. That even Freud would throw up his hands, make a grand stand in his frustrations and demand a vacation to unwind. She's all that and more. She'll wrap a man around her fingers  make him putty in her hands, leave him babbling in his mirror trying so much to understand. He should feel something, but just can't comprehend, left a mute, numb, mumbling... carcass, of a man. She's like an itch that becomes a scratch that's becomes a pestering, festering **** till you look down horror bound as the ****** swollen thing has taken on a life of its own... then it starts maxing out your cards, throwing your clothes out on the yard, yelling hard. Snooping on your phone. Won't go home. Won't leave you alone. Is it a wound or a woman or a woman or a wound or both  simultaneously, concurrently?  Yes and no. Oh the trials and tribulations I've known! You can really pick em. Daddy used to say, in his haphazard way, and really lay it on me in the harshest of phrases,  meant to dazzle and daze me, rile and faze me, knock me a kilter off my normal day. Son, you stimulate and exhilarate  the spirit of an untamed, pained, wild child woman and it'll be the same, and here this, as an insane drain on the brain most personally and certainly and most notably and you can quote me.  It'll leave you feeling like the beach storming at Normandy.
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
"Son, you can really pick em". Dad used to say.
When she says she hears voices rattling and battling in the deepest recesses of her mind, then it's time to beware, take care, and make choices saddling you and leave her behind.      Shes a case study of its kind. That even Freud would throw up his hands, make a grand stand in his frustrations and demand a vacation to unwind. She's all that and more. She'll wrap a man around her fingers  make him putty in her hands, leave him babbling in his mirror trying so much to understand. He should feel something, but just can't comprehend, left a mute, numb, mumbling... carcass, of a man. She's like an itch that becomes a scratch that's becomes a pestering, festering **** till you look down horror bound as the ****** swollen thing has taken on a life of its own... then it starts maxing out your cards, throwing your clothes out on the yard, yelling hard. Snooping on your phone. Won't go home. Won't leave you alone. Is it a wound or a woman or a woman or a wound or both  simultaneously, concurrently?  Yes and no. Oh the trials and tribulations I've known! You can really pick em. Daddy used to say, in his haphazard way, and really lay it on me in the harshest of phrases,  meant to dazzle and daze me, rile and faze me, knock me a kilter off my normal day. Son, you stimulate and exhilarate  the spirit of an untamed, pained, wild child woman and it'll be the same, and here this, as an insane drain on the brain most personally and certainly and most notably and you can quote me.  It'll leave you feeling like the beach storming at Normandy.
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Prescription drugs They my only love Back in the days Deep in the 80's faze We play, blaze In the front yard of maze Mother was a stoner Father used to **** her Beat her choke her Gave her the kiss of death And where she laid He danced on her grave My brother cried Our hearts went numb Remembering the song She used to hum Running her hands Through our hair We whispered her stoner prayers The lily song she sung 'pon our ears it hung 'hypocrites and parasites become men at night don't lay too close or you'll catch a fright just take these chains away and set me free remove me from this ******* and then we can agree' Prescription drugs They my favourite love Whether you black Or be it blind white The streets of Babylon Be too dangerous at night He made us run Before we could walk The road was rough Our feet like chalk The slave in me Never be free (Never be free...) And in the dark The parasite come Grind the sweet kush Between my legs they come The sound I make is none. My soul be broke My mind be stole ******* so tight No control But nothing can compare To the Creole bird My mother love us sweet Her hands through our hair As we whispered for her The Stoner Prayers
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
2 Days
You held the cup for me. While a woman held my face The biting comments about your obedience didn’t faze you. I didn’t ask you to hold the cup. You asked me a simple question. I answered by putting my hands around your face. I received what I wanted. I didn’t ask you to ask. You tipped your hat at our eye contact. I smiled. You smiled. I didn’t ask you to look my way.   Thought trouble followed me Feminine whims of perfume overflow The space between these moments. I didn’t ask for scent. I only carry it.
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
2.
Dear normalcy and all the freedoms it brings, It's midnight in paradise, And I leave tomorrow, Just time to borrow, The memories I have earned, And live the experiences I've learned, I sit on my balcony with the glimmer of Honolulu, Shaking and shimmering, As if to sing, "We will meet again" So time to hold on, And time to let go, In my heart I already know, That I am making what will be kept as the good ol' days, A chapter and not just a brief but brilliant faze, I make my next turn in the all time greatest maze, I'll sit here and play the "what's going on in that apartment" game and sleep, Because it's midnight in paradise, And I take off tomorrow.
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
See you in the next chapter kid.
Poor kitty cat, crazy dazed cheshire cat Thinks by offing the parents The offspring offed will be So scratches both the top and roots Of this family tree This disillusioned kitty cat Can't seem to understand That by scratching a leg You do not bite a hand This addled backwards kitty Has much to learn these days And harsh admonitions This ***** do not faze
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
cheshire
Imagine it's all a faze, that it will all fade Stop. Cease. Halt. END. Dirt filled shoes, and grass weaved hair Fierce eyes that won't free their gaze Fierce hands that won't grasp the emptiness they hold. Fall for shame that consumes the pride that's willingly left up for grabs, Bare. Vulnerable. Marketed. Ready to be diddled, fiddled and bargained. Hold them coins high Watch them turn to ash Feel, as the wind filters through your fingers and from your hand, the I-couldn't-care-less set of mind take its place among the synapses that are cut and restrung, erased and retraced. Fall for shame so that you know your chest cavity center piece still feels as it should, when worn on your sleeve. Maybe, if you can regain pride If you consume shame If you kick of those shoes and kiss the dirt Gold will become like coal And the wind like a string of pearls.
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Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
Consume Pride, Consume Shame
I am stronger A jungle grows inside of me, filled with hope and love A mystery's inside of me, that flows in sky above and branches reach for sun, but bound by dirt and earth and roots all tangle deep with in, fighting for whats good Beauty springing out from every new blooming flower a hatred came to beat it down, to steal the dirt from the ground frowns all placed on hatreds face, guilt its new grin it beat me down, I bow my chin shoulders fall in sadness, tear fogged vision in this crazy madness trees tortured by blazing winds, breaking under pressure sky's cloud up, gloom is a screaming disaster Birds don't fill the air, there sweet song not heard anywhere but sun beams break through the daze forcing all hateful thoughts to hide away this new faze, this new place grows with satisfaction I am stronger I am stronger I built a world just for me, filled with happy serenity A confidence filled the walls, that had been made so tall bliss built the roads i walked along, free from signs I knew the rules and towers pierced the sky, and aimed for the stars and fences ran around, to force me to stay in what I'd found a angry shadow ripped it down, and in fear I looked around outside this world I know not of, but to stay around unheard of forced to venture, pushed from home at first I felt so alone cold ran for me, but I found I was saved by my own breath my warmth was beating inside my chest I didn't need my strong built stone I just needed to me, and to not be alone so I ventured into the unknown. I stumbled on a new type of stome I built, with no fences I built a home not a prison I am stronger I am stronger laughter it ran from me,and confusion struck mixed with inner conflict I became a mixing *** set down and forgot,boiling with emotions I set on fire, burned a liar, stuck in a endless cycle More then society puts on me, more then other battles I've been through this one stopped me in my steps, I don't want this forever dread rip this darkness from my head, blood a simple sacrifice but there hurt is not right. I would never stop. but what a thought. I fell. i hurt so bad, but there is nothing better, I'm glad i had with the burn of pain follows with the wave of appreciation of happy recognition, of simple smiles, content feeling time to feel in a place of healing I found laughter,i got up I am stronger.
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Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 5:00 PM UTC
I am Stronger
I am stronger A jungle grows inside of me, filled with hope and love A mystery's inside of me, that flows in sky above and branches reach for sun, but bound by dirt and earth and roots all tangle deep with in, fighting for whats good Beauty springing out from every new blooming flower a hatred came to beat it down, to steal the dirt from the ground frowns all placed on hatreds face, guilt its new grin it beat me down, I bow my chin shoulders fall in sadness, tear fogged vision in this crazy madness trees tortured by blazing winds, breaking under pressure sky's cloud up, gloom is a screaming disaster Birds don't fill the air, there sweet song not heard anywhere but sun beams break through the daze forcing all hateful thoughts to hide away this new faze, this new place grows with satisfaction I am stronger I am stronger I built a world just for me, filled with happy serenity A confidence filled the walls, that had been made so tall bliss built the roads i walked along, free from signs I knew the rules and towers pierced the sky, and aimed for the stars and fences ran around, to force me to stay in what I'd found a angry shadow ripped it down, and in fear I looked around outside this world I know not of, but to stay around unheard of forced to venture, pushed from home at first I felt so alone cold ran for me, but I found I was saved by my own breath my warmth was beating inside my chest I didn't need my strong built stone I just needed to me, and to not be alone so I ventured into the unknown. I stumbled on a new type of stome I built, with no fences I built a home not a prison I am stronger I am stronger laughter it ran from me,and confusion struck mixed with inner conflict I became a mixing *** set down and forgot,boiling with emotions I set on fire, burned a liar, stuck in a endless cycle More then society puts on me, more then other battles I've been through this one stopped me in my steps, I don't want this forever dread rip this darkness from my head, blood a simple sacrifice but there hurt is not right. I would never stop. but what a thought. I fell. i hurt so bad, but there is nothing better, I'm glad i had with the burn of pain follows with the wave of appreciation of happy recognition, of simple smiles, content feeling time to feel in a place of healing I found laughter,i got up I am stronger.
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My heart is hazy I'm feeling dizzy yet walking a straight line couldn't hope to faze me Skippin' beats my heart is lazy I have a feeling It feels like crazy I don't think you see The maze in which you've trapped me Why'd you set it ablaze? Are you hoping to daze? I'm entrapped in a snare And you were the one to raise me This hazy, dizzy entrapment Makes me lazy, my mind crazy I said it wouldn't faze me But this maze has me in a daze I was wrong.
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Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
Hazy Hearts
"I can wait" I said, meaning it genuinely unbeknownst to what it would be costing me they say love takes time, and that patience is a virtue with how long its taken us, how much of this is true? Did I smother you? are you even afraid to lie? does the truth eat you up? tell me are their other guys? Your silence speaks wonders, I wouldn't even fret at the fact you lost feelings or had just as many regrets Maybe I'm being too forward, you must be busy right? Yet I have my doubts, thinking every single night I promised to be faithful, I promised to be true and I blindly trust you, although I've never even met you Heaven has a plan, I know this is our test and if we succeed we'll give each other our best I hope this is true, I wouldn't want our first fight to be our last hey.. can't we talk this out and go back to the past? Regardless I'm waiting, weather in good favor or in vain Nothing can faze me, weather you still love me or bring me pain I'm ready when you are, just tell me the truth you coward you can talk about it anytime, yo still remember the password?
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Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 4:17 AM UTC
Yet again the heart lies