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His WarYou look at my arms and ask me why
You thought I was better
You thought I was alright
But as I trace
Those fine, red lines
I whisper so softly
It's almost a sigh
I'm perfectly fine
"But in his sorrow he is caught
He has tear stains in his eyes
From the wars he fought
He lets out a terrible cry
For the things he's sought
So how can I be happy
When he is not?"
Why.Why am I the only one in pain ?
Why do I always get the blame ?
I know I do everything wrong,
But i’m trying my hardest to stay strong.
Why can’t these feelings just go away ?
It keeps haunting me day by day.
Esas madrugadas llenas de pensEsas madrugadas llenas de pensamientos rodeando mi cabeza como enredaderas unidas unas con otras, donde pienso real y no emocional, donde tu me cegaste y me tiraste a mi suerte, donde ahora me levanto solo, donde ahora tu te encuentras en el cielo, pero pronto caerás, recuerda las nubes no son de hierro.
It seems like I’ve become see threw
Like I’m just not there
Except for when I’m in trouble
I can’t seem to find how that’s fair
Maybe it’s cause I’m the middle child
Or that I don’t have a special skill
Maybe I don’t cause enough problems
Will she notice me if I were to kill?
Whatever the case may be
I seem to always be out shined
By a sister who loves and cares
And a brother who’s dumb and blind
Mother just doesn’t see me
I feel like I’ve been tossed away
A machine with not heart
Only able to obey
I’ve become a drone
Not actually a part
Of this perfect little family
Silly drone you’re not so smart
For thinking she would notice you
For thinking she would care
For a screw up like you
Love you? She wouldn’t dare
No she doesn’t love you
She only loves her boy
You’re just here to do the chores
Just her cleaning little toy
1Tienes el mismo repertorio y las mismas actitudes para cada persona que se topa en tu camino?, sera acaso el mismo inesperado final para cada amorío estúpido?
Juegas con fuego,
deja de tocar las puertas del infierno,
algún día abrirán, y seras devorada por tu misma boca.
No se como pueden damas desperNo se como pueden damas desperdiciar a un hombre que viste de galas, escribe en sus días adversos pero hace el amor como si no hubiera universo.
Mereces.Resultaste ser en carne propia lo que odiabas de las anteriores mentes mediocres que cruzaron mi camino, ahora no te queda mas que atarte una cuerda al cuello, recuerda esas personas te enferman, ahora pruebas lo que odias y ahora eres tu la persona enferma, así que deja las excusas deja las mentiras, deja toda esa estúpida saliva gastada en vano, solo muere, sin metáforas ni nada no mereces ni la tinta con la que escribo para mi placer de odio, sin embargo lo hago por que mejor medicina que esta para mi no hay.
RotosYa no soy la persona que solía ser, aquel naufrago que nunca se dio por vencido en las islas perdidas, a todo le encontraba una dosis de emoción.
Ahora solo camino encobrado mis pasos son lentos y tediosos, una espora letal mas jodida que el mismo veneno entro en mi y esa enfermedad tiene nombre..
Horario muertoEsas manecillas de reloj que tornan lentas en tus horas de agonía, como una tortura para tu cráneo, yo no entiendo.
Tienes todo no eres feliz,
tienes poco no eres feliz.
Entonces escarbe dentro de mi, y encontré algo llamado;
Sean efímeros, sean perpetuos..
SlippingEveryday I get towered
By a shadow
It follows me
I feel its hand clasping my shoulders
Whispering in my ear
trying to make me slip
It towers more and more
as I try to ignore it
As I walk away
It comes closer each time
I know one day I will slip
As everyone else has before
Hey guys...You want to know a secret?hey...when people ask hows it going? or whats up? or how ya been? do they actually care how you've been?
I don't think even 50% of them care.
they have their own problems. As do I. However, I'm part of the fifty percent that would rather listen to other peoples issues instead of mine. Instead of doing homework or listen to teachers in school or do something people "Believe" is important to graduate high school. I would rather help someone. Do something more important.
Honestly... I think high school is a waste of time. Why can't high school be classes that would actually teach you what you "need" to know? cause honestly if I want to become
.:Vent-Drown:.I feel like I can't breathe,
Making me become a monster I can't see.
Down I continue to sink,
Really feeling useless dying the water in my tears of ink,
Well I've lost my sanity, I've lost it all;
Never will I be able to swim back up,
I can't see the sun,
Never will I get to see it anymore, because I'm....
It's War!It's War!
It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.
When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.
When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.
When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.
He and 500 others.
It's war, when she attacks the discounts.
When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.
When she capture ressources, she didn't need.
When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.
She and 500 others.
It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.
They destroyed the moonThey destroyed the moon
The moon used to be my Novocaine.
It brought the tide to cover up my pain.
I'd wait for it to come.
When the tide came I was numb,
It'd wash over me,
And I'd feel free,
But in reality,
The pain was still inside of me.
It was never gone, just hidden from view,
Like cosmetics to a bruise, hiding the black and blue,
The truth is that my tide,
Was a place for me to hide,
The pain was still there every day,
I've never actually been okay,
And now I wait again for the tide to come,
For my chance to be completely numb.
But the moon is destroyed,
My membership is void,
There's nowhere to repose,
The tide is gone.
As string meets hair,
Notes dare to fly into the air,
Possessed is the hand,
That dances around the band.
The notes form mastery,
Of the violin's hidden reality.
The crowd swoons,
The crowd awes and moons.
With each sliding stance,
The notes take to a higher prance.
Controlled yet not distorted,
Thus completely unable to be retorted.
Strings meet hair,
And the notes escalate the air.
The sound waves dance electric,
On the winds and whimsy of the trick.
The crowd gasps,
The crowd brightly claps.
Notes increase in haunting tempo,
Building to the ghostly call with Presto.
Yet no end is sight,
Of the violin's sweet delight.
Flowered heart reaching high
Weak as a dying weed,
The flower formed heart strains,
For the sunlight of the bright morning world.
Where the ants are born,
With destiny and duty in command,
The flower heart reaches and is burned.
Petals die away,
In the heat of the sun's golden glow,
Try as they might to truly wish to reform.
Yet even if reduced into,
Nothing more than a simple seed,
The flower formed heart knows not how to submit.
Thus the sun burns down,
And time after time the petals dry,
Withered and destroyed by such a great force.
With pallet switching into dark hues,
As each time the flower grows it returns darker.
True as is the voice of defe
Absolute MuttMixed and matched,
With body mind and soul,
All a fusion of past path lines.
Be it the body,
Where the natives and,
Those who invade breed.
Or when it comes to mind,
Both finding hope in the chant,
And laughing as all faith in man dies.
With the last hat,
Being the spiritual delight,
Of the witches and the preachers blood.
This is the,
Of the history.
For the kitty cat,
Who is an Absolute Mutt.
And the Fey,
Both have the right to say hello.
Mix it all,
Body and soul,
And see the lines of history.
Be it from Irish seas,
To the Dutch shores and doors,
This blood just is a mix of nearly everything
Dance because I cannot,
With this wall of ice and steel,
That rests as my self made prison.
Worry not of doubt,
When the beat begins,
For the world is completely blind.
My words rob,
All forms of doubt,
Right from your blood.
Hear the keys,
Hear the brass trumpet,
Hear the pounding of the warning drums.
This we all command,
And the voices echo loud.
The bass picks up,
And a few taps from my feet sound,
Behind the walls of ice and sterling steel.
My beat robs,
All forms of doubt,
Right from your blood.
Dance because I cannot,
Dance for me because I refuse,
Dance to weave this reality anew.
The beat echoes,
What becomes of a silent dream,
When the speaker no longer sees a thing,
Show me a world of wonder where eyes are aflame.
Who dares lose a voice,
To even their own doubt,
As the clock winds down for all,
Each word is chocked out,
Of bored and tired throats,
Or pained fingers that say nothing at all.
A million times,
One must question the world,
If they dream to be heard at all.
Some will live forever,
As their dreams march on,
Be it in infamy or other arcs.
A young child will scream,
Outwards to the heavens and Lord on high,
A dream and will that will change temper in the age.
Not all goals,
Are ones measured,
In the glitt
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