Freezing in the humid heat
Burning in the biting cold
Gotta win so I start to cheat
Cuz losings getting old
Can't see the good
In the overgrown, thriving sad
My eyes in this hood
Sabatoge, an uncaring fad
Maybe I'm just feeling bored
I can't sit still in those eyes
Maybe the happy that I hoard
Is Infected with our mutual lies
Sabotage, close to even as I'll get
Playing "let's have a problem"
Falling is bittersweet in this floral pit
Maybe this time I'll let it blossom
And try to be fully satisfied
With a collage, hating this basis
With the sorrow hidden inside
Like a mirage, a fading dream oasis
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Burnt Water
Your silence is deafening
Your cold shoulder is beckoning
The judgement of your reckoning
Is bouncing off the burnt solid water
Because I can still clearly see
And i can still acutely hear
The way you don't look at me
The cold silence in my ear
But I can play that too
Uncaring doesn't phase me
I walk away from you
Manipulation made to haze me
And you ask me to start anew
Well I see through your up
And I won't support the down
Your acts an overflowing cup
And your about to drown
Your cold shoulder is beckoning
The judgement of your reckoning
Is bouncing off the burnt solid water
Because I can still clearly see
And i can still acutely hear
The way you don't look at me
The cold silence in my ear
But I can play that too
Uncaring doesn't phase me
I walk away from you
Manipulation made to haze me
And you ask me to start anew
Well I see through your up
And I won't support the down
Your acts an overflowing cup
And your about to drown
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Livings End
Exist with serenity
And a song dancing in your head
Give yourself identity
Regretless, laying in your final bed
Cuz it doesn't matter why your dead
The final beat of your heart
Even if it ends with crimson red
A bullet or a poisoned dart
Because livings end in strife
Or souls passing in cheers
Its not the years in your life
But the life in your years
(credits to Abe Lincoln for his awesome ideals and influence on my poetry)
And a song dancing in your head
Give yourself identity
Regretless, laying in your final bed
Cuz it doesn't matter why your dead
The final beat of your heart
Even if it ends with crimson red
A bullet or a poisoned dart
Because livings end in strife
Or souls passing in cheers
Its not the years in your life
But the life in your years
(credits to Abe Lincoln for his awesome ideals and influence on my poetry)
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Love and Lust, Synonyms
Love, that Disney fairytale
Simply infatuated friends
Because Lust will fail
And on Lust, Love depends
Simply infatuated friends
Because Lust will fail
And on Lust, Love depends
Self help
Cracked minds seeking relief
Truth waiting to be unchained
Lies abiding just beneath
Giving structure to the insane
Truth waiting to be unchained
Lies abiding just beneath
Giving structure to the insane
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