Today is not a holiday It isn't even your birthday But I still thought I'd like to send A special message to my friend You make me laugh and make me smile You ease my troubles for a while When clouds are thick and skies are grey You put some sunshine in my day You're really thoughtful sweet and kind A friend like you is hard to find I know I've told you once or twice That I think you are very nice But someone who's as great as you Should be told more often than I do And so I send these words with love Why did I send them?.....just because!!
Flames of desire Glistening, Simmering Burning higher higher Dulled by trails of smoke Last in line for coke
Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak arms are heavy, vomit on his sweater already Mom's spagetti. He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready.
Morphagenic Embryo Caressed The Soft Machine, The Larvae of the Porpoise,Fast and Bulbous Fabaceous entrails Shroud the Mucous-Covered Corantine, A Slimey Uterus, His Gateway To the Earth. "the Genature of Porpoise Mouth"™
I am not ok... Leaving behind a trail of my own destruction... Tearing these moments apart... Looking for whats hiding in plane view... Lost again Home is this flesh i wear... Somedays i can't stand my own skin... Pull and tear at it.... patients wearing thin.... A-fuckin-gain.... Shit...i am still running this trail....
You are my flower, no one can touch me like you put me in a powerful daze I never know what you might do But I do know this the death of me will be you. I don't know any poetry guidelines so i just went for it
We reason to ourselves why we should hold on To a bittersweet history we've grown to forget Life calls and pulls at our hands, clawing at us Screaming in vain for us to break down our walls. The reasons we let go are unknown to me And for you, it becomes so fragile, so cold. However with assurance to myself, faded from belief, The very reverence we grow with, we identify with shall be nothing more than two strangers sharing a memory. Becoming strangers again, the stepping stone is revealed, but this milestone of a lifetime is never a regret, its significance sets a new standard that redeems us all.
As we lurk in our common dispair our sorrows have come to share it's lingering in my head pondering all of those... dead Our heads bowed in sync gone forever I may think but they still live on their impact can't be undone Commemorate our fallen heroes without them we'd be zeroes we build upon what they have started such a stunt, not for the weak-hearted I know I know I will never forget the goals the achievements the past has set so I will do my best to let their death not go in vein whatever I perform I will profess thy name I know oh I know what have you done for me the struggle of thy young from sea to sea from iPhones to bridges to even the fire you're not paranoid oh the theories I will conspire -Our Fallen Heroes
DO what you love and kill it with grace. I ain't about that judgement life nor about race. I think it's that time.... a different season, different feelin, different being, different meanings so sick of what iv been being. So now the oppertunity to the rise I can see the lift gleemin feelin so righteous thinkin oh what a feelin but nah hard work comes with a passion. No tutors no mentors and no close caption. So ask yourself what's happenin? If you take a while to answer man then that's just sad man. Gotta fall back on your creds and stick to the masterplan cause shit don't happen overnight peter pan. So stop lying get your shit together and be the better man. Sent from my HTC One S using Grasscity Forum mobile app
When life is the illusion and my dreams shatter like glass Reality is confuions, but this to shall pass or some may say "HAVE FAITH"! "Hope comes and the coming of a new day!" Yet somemuch I've heard years before. With the closing of there books and the closing of there doors. But the ones that leave you on the road will say "Dont worry everything will be ok, I Swear" Evidence of there god that might not care Sometimes you have to wonder is the motherfucker even there The sheep and the zombies walk the streets If you cant beat em. Join em. Is what the voices always speak
Spoken word, flow of thought, what a crock, I'm not even a person, I'm a collective of recessive genes and videogame references. this sounds like shit cause theres no one plucking a bass or playing bongos. i hate things im not good at, this is one of those things. fin.
As if I could just forget about the roles force fed to me. As if I could be whatever I wanted, without criticizing morons, stigmatizing fools and institutionalized suits telling me that I had, potential, I had a bright future, I could have been something. Is it too late? I'm not dead, but if I'm no good to this world now, what then? As if I could just fly away, and maybe just end it all now. I could leave earth, and go back to the stars where I belong, where I know I'll be of importance to a greater force that isn't oppressive, dismissive and lacking in the very integrity it strives to maintain; or pretend to. But the earth will still be rotting, and I could have been the one to stop it. It's almost as if, the universe is waiting. As if we all could stop, and realize the state of humanity. As if I could just fly away. As if.
It was like yesterday A snowy field upon soft grass Where the light always shown through An open book, cornflakes and a radio Blasting songs that I can't remember Warm bed, lover's embrace, A reason for it all. It was like yesterday when I was home When love was all that I knew But now silence beckons my heart Losing the path to my only past How then could I have known That I was stuck in yesterday
I think the most cruel thing in the universe is ignorance. Imagine a mind that's locked away in its thinking and believing, a mind utterly incapable of seeing anything other than the day to day and the mundane?
Its always cool to be with people but I always reach my full potential riding solo. That's when you get the most focus out. Channel the true inner self let expression roll out through inner thought Expression through art or music deep thoughts Learning about the universe and what's out there Makes you feel like a minuscule little ant or a grain of sand in the beach.
"King of deserted heartlands Betrayed, pondering by his lonesome Destructive sights of gold and silver Creeping ever upwards; The shallowness of Hell Blinded eyes of colored fever Reaching windswept Heavens" I am just really writing some stuff I had on my mind; I just need an outlet to which I can reach up