As I sit still I let the tears drop from my eyes! They fall from my face like liquid lies. My eyes are as red as the blood that fills them! My lips are as dry as the desert under the summer sun. My pain comes from the hurt within & causes my tears to run. I close my eyes & hope the world wasn’t real, where’s the devil cause i’m willing to make a deal! I’m hurting every single day, if god was real why does he let me suffer? I’m not the type to give up, even when my strength is all gone, & my muscles grow weak. They said my silence was golden, so I just wont speak!
Its 11 o’clock at midnight, im so high with inspiration to write. Im sitting on the curb just riding my bike, gonna jump in the pool to take a hike. Crawled thru the sand with floaties on, and nobody knows what the hell Im on! I drink so much soda my mind is gone, there’s nothing right everything is wrong!
It’s time to log off of this lie, it’s letting life pass me by, Hell, I used to be a believer, now I’m a full time dreamer, my imagination has become my best friend, an altered perception with a musical blend, (I fell to the floor and my brain shattered, then all of the pieces seemed to have scattered), you just can’t feel my pain, unless you understand what I’m saying!
I just pulled out my gun and aimed it at life, told it to surender, there is no time to wait everything is still tender, I spun around 3 times & fell on my head, when I opened my eyes I was still lying in bed! My imagination! I might be crazy, yet I stay sane, I toggle these words that spit out of my brain.
I might not have the power to save the planet, but I can change my life and how I plan it, I might not always be able to make you smile, but lord knows I’ll be by your side trying for a while, wipe away your tears, take away your fears, I’ll hold your hand and you hold mine, I’ll be there to make everything feel fine, once we realize we’ve been walking blind, we would open our eyes and perceive the world we find.
Sometimes these rhythmic rhymes control me, when they hold me, got me thinking crazy, a picture perfect imagination, dreams of a future much greater, it is my creation, no thoughts of domination, only preservation, should I mention, I feel no reflection, I feel only negativity, when it comes to humanity, cause all I see is insanity, it might be plain to see, but you need to be you, how could you, when your life is influenced by everyone around you, so how could you be original? Life is subliminal! You look at me & you see a criminal - If you know me, I’m the nicest person you’ve ever met! So judge as you shall, but you have no clue, just another negative fool! Oh, and they say life is too short! Yeah right, maybe for some, but for me I’ve been here 21 long years, wept for the better, hated by the worse, life is a curse, please give me the gift, Music, the only way to get my spirit to lift!
She Dreams…What is it that she dreams? Why is it that she dreams? What do her dreams consist of? She Dreams!! She dreams of life, & everything in it. She dreams to keep her faded memories close. She dreams of places she rather be the most. She dreams of friends with perfect lives, not her friends that tell her lies. She dreams of days that never end. She dreams of walking late at night, hand & hand, watching the sight. A breath of air & the morning light, a man that’s there to hold her tight. She dreams her dreams, of futures near, She dreams her dreams that have no fear. She Dreams… Yeah, She Dreams, but that’s all she does!!
These lyrics take hold of me, sometimes when I write my poetry, I get so over the top, I just have to stop, cause I know nothing else could ever be as sick as the lines I wrote when my mind fliped out, when the words they shout, oh, the thoughts I think when my brain starts to tick and turn, so please take notes cause u still won’t learn.
Broke, hopeless, can’t even afford paper for my pen. So I write on these walls, many words of wisdom. My thoughts that consume my soul. My pain, that toggles my little brain. I sleep, eat, and breath poetry. What other choice do I have, when reality is too far for me to grab. My visions are impossible to stare at for a while. Anything three-demensional seems to crumble on approach. So I sleep on these streets. Whenever I get the chance to close my eyes, another song dies. Therefore I cry tunes that ruin lives, they stab my back like butcher knives. I’m bleeding underneath my skin, hoping that one day, I can get the chance to win. Hoping that one day, I can get the strength to leave. Hoping that one day, you will still be there with me. Help me turn these dreams into reality. Build me up, don’t let me fall. Hold me tight, make everything become alright.