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you were my true blue soul friend we had a bond deeper than any I had known before we laughed and cried we shared our secrets i trusted you with the deepest parts of my heart
What happened to faith and honor What happened to our morals The fake faces are looked up to While the great go unnoticed The famous are counterfeit While the praiseworthy are ignored
A mind like mine Is endangered Rare to find A mastermind Super analytical Superior Makes thoughts that seem mythical Tactician of life I carry out my dreams Had many life goals
I. Heavens flicker and take fire. The Earth takes its final breath Trembling, Stained, Defiled. Dreams gained with certain loss
“Can I have my idiot back?” The smell of stale beer, The stink of stupidity; They assault me. “Can I have my idiot back?” The owner looks at me, Gestures to him, Forgets me.
Through jaded geomancy and blurred fantasy I perceive Shapes broad and thin, sights bright and grim, Approaching growth to gain but with the excitement I grieve,
Have you ever woke up and felt like you were dreaming? Like you couldn't get up? You were stuck?
Under roofs, birds chattered youth
Day after day Semester after semester Year after year I run into college freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors who are victims drowning in their own pool of confliction
East Japan is on fire And we're sitting pretty
i can feel time running out, but i feel aimless-- a vague frustration
When room lights are out, everything blurs together. Shadows start to take form and grab squirming bodies tight. Always dyed black, they’re never anything fun— Like fuchsia pink blossoms,
I ignored the laughter I ignored the blood I ignored the screams I ignored the pain But when I fell I couldn't ignore them any longer I couldn't help but cringe
I used to write backwards because straightforward didn't rhyme right And the talent I wasted tasted like lemon turned into lime bites Water turned into wine might sober me up enough for this
Sometimes I feel like the destroyer Sometimes I think that I create A horrible whirlwind nightmare That whisks everything away What's more important? To be right or wrong