Seriously.
I understand your point of view,
And I will let you finish, I will,
But before I do, I want you to stop.
Just stop for a second and,
In the words of One Republic, 'stare'
Well, not RUDELY of course,
But take a moment to stop and stare at everything.
Is it really getting better?
With every facebook like, with every passage you spit.
Is everything really getting better?
I mean, I don't have the light of God inside me,
Nor do I have some higher ideal to guide me.
Man, I'm just some dumbass rapper living in a crappy apartment.
I ain't even sold a single song.
But from where I'm standing,
Every day is just getting a litt
I cry
I hurt
I fade away
I am nothing
Nothing to this world
I hide myself
Hide behind this mask
I am a Nobody
Nobody that belongs
Who really understands?
The pain that is there
Who really believes?
that there is a purpose in Life
I cry
I hurt
I will leave
This world for good
Who really cares?
if I am here or not
Who really understands?
What anybody goes through
I will leave
I will hide
fade into the darkness
which is where I belong
I hold your opinion highly,
So your clear passivity
Is, more than you know,
A heart-wrenching strike to me.
This was not what I expected,
What am I to infer?
I've never been so disappointed
In such a small amount of words.
It's all harmless fun,
He knows I'm kidding
He's constantly giving reasons
That make me want to die
Sure, he's a hideous thing,
But that's not my fault
He tells me how ugly I am,
That I'm some monstrous being
He's the biggest nerd ever
He deserves to know his level
He steals my glasses, hits my books
Tells me to stop the "genius act"
I'm always sure to tell others
How we're just playing around
He tells the teachers, "we're friends",
About how this is just "our little game"
We fight with the voices in our heads and the demons under our beds
They won't give in to easily and they try to trick us
But we are stronger than them
They can't control us, We can't let them win
We all have our inner demons who try to control us
We don't have to fear them, because if we do, we begin to fear ourselves
We can use our demons for good, but first we have to learn how to defeat them
Don't give in, don't fall for their tricks
This war can be won... Just don't give up...
the knight and the pawn by xxatouchofrostxx, literature
Literature
the knight and the pawn
show me some
vulnerability.
i want to see your smile and
weave my hands between your fingers.
to catch your tears where they will fall.
and i don't mind at all because
when you lean against your window and
look up at the sky-
silently beg for mercy or for
the happiness you deserve...
i'll be the one to
trust when everybody's playing the game. it's
chess with too many losses, i know.
and i'll be there to listen. or to stall. or to
feign laughs. or perhaps to call...
count on me, dear knight. you're far
too
tired.
i'll be your pawn and
we'll escape from this
mess and run
away from this game.
we can
run away from
it all...
That night
when the black lip
of Arizonian summer
dusk
split open
and we watched from the balcony
these bats of Sedona
I swear
the both of us
thought them sacred
their weightless
aggression
yarn on their tails
knitting
with the colour of the air
into the headdress
of a tree
and from it
issued forth
the last of the rust red
little mountains
and a vortex
of soundless antipodes
were blowing back the shroud
to all we did not fathom
but don’t speak of truth - whatever
bland taxidermy
you people use to
still the wings,
to know of things
I don't mind if they weren't bats
after all - if they were just some common swifts
feasting on
Flowers on the Razorwire by Hexospectrum, literature
Literature
Flowers on the Razorwire
We could never fashion flight from our broken boned epiphanies
(Or raise our shattered glasses to the red on her lips)
But anaemic as horses we parade them through these streets
Revolution is nothing but progress here
Perched on razorwire fences
Birds give names to ghosts and raise them as their own
Truth is a figment of your imagination
And the telephone is the wire around your neck
Hung up with wishes across the grand suburbia
Our zeitgeist is a harlot
She teaches us that duty justifies submission. It doesn't
There is salt in the street but the banks are empty
From weeping like the chorus torn from our lungs
We never quite gra
Through Her Eyes
Through her eyes
I saw the world in a new light
The sky is not just blue
The grass is not just green
Through her eyes
I seen people cry
I seen people scream and lie
I seen people in a whole new light
Through her eyes
Everything seems so bright
So new and alive
Almost like colours are dancing through the skies
Through her eyes
I dance and laughed all night
I basked in her laughter
Her smiles and warmth
But suddenly
She closed her eyes and walked away
She slammed the door on my face
And i think my world just died and shriveled away