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Brendan Barber Sep 2014
Its the perfect kind of meditation,
smokin on that ****,
eased my mind now im spacin,
sprouted a new life like a seed,
Getting to success minds pacin.

its the perfect kind of medication!
Hate of the nation
The population
Don't you know what your facin?
Still spacin?
Can't run away cause we'll keep on chasin'

Time to fight back
From the get go
**** holdin' back
Time to let go

We done with the peace
We'll keep fighting back
And never take ease

Hit you deep for the shell shock
Here's a beating from the helpless ones you mock
We aren't here to knock
Breakin' down ya door
Bringing out what we got in store

A hell lot more
20 million haters washin' up on shore
Spit back out from the ocean blue
Dark fantasies are coming true
About the day you suckers get the pay

Where would we be without the hate?
How would ever thing be?
No one would be pleased by a goofy fantasy
-Hell no

But keep it comin'
It's gettin' kinda funny
You must be jealous of  my money
And I'm not braggin' honey

I'll throw back whatever you give
I know your bite ain't even close to your bark
You should know better than that
Put you mouth in park

"Never more" says the raven
You won't ever find a safe haven
This hate is savin'

I stay bold
I don't do what I'm told
This anger is way hard to be controlled

And if it get's out
I gotta let it out
Come on now shout
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Chelsea Rae Jul 2021
Is it normal to have old dreams past slosh from side to side in your head?

A sea of old memories that were never real,

Yet you remember them sometimes better than the ones you collected from everyday reality.

Is it normal to have your mind somewhere in space?

Or possibly it fell out and down the drain instead,

Maybe it is sinking to the bottom of the ocean by now.

But seriously,

I don't know where I am.

Walking between worlds.

I feel so spacey.
Like I'm falling and there is nothing to hold onto.

Like there's a cannon ball
Rolling. . . side to side. . . and side to side in my head. . .

Is it all my thoughts that I could never make sense
now condensed?

Weighing me down further into the silent void.

The Emptiness, the stillness, the calm. . .

People talk of these things like they are comforting

But to me I feel like dry bones walking around,

Dead inside both in heart, and in head.
Disassociation?
Aleeza Oct 16
Like the first petal of spring, you bloom in
my heart
Makin' my fall harder than what it has been
Looking ahead I see the shining moonlight
Surrounding you, the most beautiful I've
ever seen

My Beloved, The presure's unreal
My Beloved, Do you know what I feel?
In the rain, with you I wanna dance
All I need is just a chance

Even if I try to run, I'm drawn back to you
Why is it so hard for me to come n tell?
The only thing trapping me are the thoughts
of you
You won't hear it even if I yell

My Beloved, The presure's unreal
My Beloved, Do you know what I feel?
I'm trapped in your trance
All I need is just a chance

Seconds to minutes to hours and to days
Everything is the same as it was, till the
date
Once again, I am stuck in my place
Do you want it all served on a silver plate?

My Beloved, The presure's unreal
My Beloved, Do you know what I feel?
When you show me your glance
All I need is just a chance

I've been spacin' out lately
The reason is you
Now it's become daily
I wish it wasn't true

Like the first petal of spring, you bloom in
my heart
Makin' my fall harder than what it has been
Looking ahead I see the shining moonlight
Surrounding you, the most beautiful I've
ever seen

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