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Jordan Rowan Dec 2015
I've sat here for 21 years
Watching all this go by
People say things cliché
With pretension in their eye
I'm tired of hearing, everyday, what life is all about
Reality is getting boring, let's tune in and drop out

Have you heard the one
About the killer and the priest?
One blesses people with less and less
And one is just a thief
In "somewhere else" my mind is broken down
Reality is getting boring yet still its name resounds

There's stories everywhere you go
And all of them the same
Reductive plots and happy endings
Just under another name
I'm quiet as I sit and listen to what they all say
Reality is getting boring, maybe I'll revisit it some other day
MeanAileen Mar 2017
It's my best friend
and my nightmere-
it's all that I love
and everything I fear.
It's my fulfillment,
my bottomless sorrow-
bringing dark thoughts
of no tomorrow.
It's my strength,
my greatest plight-
this evil addiction
I try to fight.
It's my oblivion,
my heartbreaking pain-
a toxic cloud
killing my brain.
It's my protection
my paranoid lies-
the devil himself
in crystal disguise.
It's my sanity
my endless strife-
this methamphetamine
destroying my life.
It's my reality,
my make-believe bliss-
I just never imagined
it'd be quite like this....
Truth be told....
ignite a warmth in me
when I've been so cold

evoke jealousy in me
as I watch the world appreciate your essence

make me want to hide the world from you.

Because I know how cruel the system can be
How it will fall in love with your facade
Bring out the best in you
Only to turn around and chew you
Bring out the inner demons in you
Intimidated by the real you

make me want to hide the world from you.
As I realize they're not ready to see your

intricate layers
cubic block
cubic zirconia
cubic soul

are the words that can describe my love for you

Of the words describing you
hiding your intricate design
thinking nobody will understand you
pretending you don't care
because when you do people hurt you

as I watch you unravel me
peeling through aspects of my being
reading right through me
bringing out emotions I didn't know existed
making me feel so lifted
from reality

make me
Ms Noma Jul 29
I wish I could escape
This life of mine I hate
I wish that I could shape
A life with better fate

What’s the point of God?
If all he does is watch
I wonder does he nod,
Or turn up my pain a notch?

A silent, passive ghost
That’s what I’ve become
Living off a host
And withering in glum

Wake up and make some noise
I urge my ghostly self
Your life is full of choice
As long as you’ve good health

I know tis but a phase
I pray its end is near
I’m tired of this maze
That’s trapping me in fear

I know I’m in a cycle
An endless, spinning wheel
I’m afraid to take the fall
And face up to what is real.
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