angry
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Eventually
We will
All give up
Because we all
Know
We shouldn't
Look up
Shouldn't display
All of our
Thoughts and ideas
On a
White and gold
Platter
“Why are you upset?
Why are you so angry?”
You never treat me fairly
Or kindly for that matter
Oh great I’m fu***** crying
"Fly To Sigh"
Fly, fly, fly, away;
This not your lucky day,
Try, try, try, again;
Your pestering days are about to end.
I’m not angry at you
Ya know?
I might have been angry
Or sad
Or frustrated
Or some combination of that
Mixed with the feeling
of being utterly destroyed
But I was never angry at you
I drove home yesterday.
All the way from north to south.
I drove home yesterday.
Not a sound escaped my mouth.
I drove home yesterday.
you hurt me
you were supposed to protect me
you broke me
you were supposed to hold me
you terrifeid me
you wee supposed to make me brave
you left
warmth.
embrace, it's something i lack.
i'll be without, you won't come back.
hate.
love, it's all an illusion.
at this point it's all confusion.
fate.
Learn to own your own.
If you mess up, you must say sorry
don't blame it on this or that
You claim to be lone
subject to popularity and favor
but you are the one who wears that mask
You seem far to lonely to be saying you don't miss me
Could it be chaos is just in our genes?
You seem far too lonely to be saying that you'd rather leave
It's okay to say to you're lying to me
They say stand up for yourself when someone makes you feel small.
But, then they tell you "Chill out".
All of a sudden speaking up shouldn't be an option.
I told you that you took my breath away;
Little did I know that you were suffocating me.
~awatr
We are the peopleWe are the nationWho has a beast inside
Don't disturb usWe open our tongueless mouthsWe roar with a thousand voicesThe thunder of a thousand gunsThunder of a thousand hearts
Your words dropped to the floor like the weapons that they were,For you cared not for what you meant to me,For you cared not that your words stung like a slap to the face,
The hood also known as the ghetto, el barrio, the projects, section 8 and home.
A place where family functions don't end till the next day.
Help. I’m alone and I can’t cry for help
There are monsters stabbing my mind, I must conceal from everyone else
When it comes to being loved, I simply just repel
I don’t want to nail the floor, I am lost with no direction
Best friends forever?
More like best friends for never
Every word you ever said to me was a straight lie.
You played with my head and I just gotta ask "why?"
Your selfish ways will never be forgotten
Don’t you dare
don’t you dare
speak one more lie
that I’m up to no good
when I making sure
you can get by
don’t you dare say
I do nothing for you
when I hide my pain
Cut off my leg and sharpen my bone
I stab myself for every time I thought you wouldn’t leave me alone.
I was an idiot to think that you wouldn’t go
but how the hell would I know
What are you supposed to get a dying relationship for Christmas?
I wish rekindling this flame was as simple as Kwanza,
But our candles are down to the black baby, Wakanda
america the free, that's what they say
i am free, that's what they say
you're free they say
i am free
FLAMES BURN EVERY INCH AROUND ME
EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS BRIGHT ORANGE
I LIGHT A CIGARETTE WITH MY FINGER
INHALING EVERY BREATH OF SMOKE
THE FIRE BURNS BRIGHTLY
CONSUMING MY LIFE
MY MEMORIES
Which way will you turn? Blinkers stay unlit,
One land, Two sea, None by inept driver.
Absent headed fool in traffic we sit,
Stick figure family, mocking riders.
This is our last chance to grieve
Dear Lord, I was only thirteen
The host of trepidation freshly forgot,
You coerced forgiveness from fester and rot
Dear God (if you are even there)
The world is cruel
Most people realize this at a young age
Well at least I did
When I was young, everything seemed so big
Its frustrates me.
It pisses me off.
The way she can say
She wants boyfriend
When I was a great one
But no she dumped me
Cuz she was gonna cheat on me.
Like what the fuck
If we aren't getting killed by cops or enduring police brutality
We are killing each other.
It's like the fighting never stops.
History is slowing repeating itself, just in different versions.
the gods are angry
they shake my window
with their boisterous voices
they casue my body to tremble in fear
and my eyes to overspill their salty tears
zeus and his lightning are vengeful tonight
Stuck, entangled,
Entrapped in the mangled
Mess of the past
This hollow tomb for a doer
Of evil is empty and black
There is no hope for the futer
Cause Only death is to come
B L I N D
I see the way he looks at her
He wants her
He would brighten her
The perfect two
Oh, joy!
Like they were matched
Meant to be
But,
She's too blind!
I am sad
but never mad
no one knows
why
I dont get how
people can smile
when they see
people cry
I stand on the corner of Canfield and Clarion.
I search for a familiar car to drive me away.
It is cold; there is no car in sight,
And the wind cuts deep into my soul.
Everyone says I need to get over you But I can't seem to convince myself were throughWe're doneWe're overJust wish I wasn't sober Wish I could delete the thoughts From my headBut somehow
I lie here and I think about what we could of had,
you were like a puzzle to me that I wish to put together
you always seemed down, and I wanted to bring you up
you seemed to be lost, and I thought I found you
I want to smile.
I want to be happy all the time.
I want to have fun with my friends.
That does not always happen.
Life gets in the way.
what exactly must i do
to attract the gaze God gave to you?
and what exactly must you hear
to suddenly know you want me near?
i know it's nothing i can say
to change my image in your brain,
After you destroyed me
I wanted to cut off your hands
Rip your fingers to shreds
Tear your lips off of your face
Gouge your blue eyes from their sockets
Slice your legs to bits
I am me,
I am powerful.
I am a leader.
I am Hispanic.
I am queer.
I am a human being.
I cry, I shout, I plead for the ending of hate
I kiss, I love, I breath.
He whispers to the moon,
Have you really seen it all?
The wars and the terror and the art
Seen the righteous killed and the sadists born
The older generation talks about how we record everything and how we are always on social media but still has the right to comment under a video that's posted on social media and call us brain washed degenerates. Just because I was born in this g
Every time I look to my watch, on my wrist,
I see the scars that remind me of my past,
The cuts that haunt my dreams,
The memories that will forever be there,
Reminding me that all I was in life is an failure,
A voice like jagged knives,Words that pierce my heart,Confusion the work of your hands,Sadness your sole creation.
I have grown incessantly tired
Tired of being nice
Tired of being understanding
Tired of being forgiving
Tired of being tolerant
i’m high-maintenance, baby, i swear it, and this you have to know,
and i know that you disagree, because for you this is just how things go.
but though i know you don’t care for it, you can’t just ignore all my texts.
sometimes
when the night air is still
the world holding its breath
on the edge of a sunny day and gale
I wonder....
what if I had stayed?
what if I hadn't slammed the door and run away?
Anger is an ugly thing
Sometimes it’s the only thing
Anger is never the answer
Especially for the smallest problems
It tends to reach us at the roughest times
I can no longer bare it
I am a juggler
World class and running out of hands
Losing balance as the clock applauds
Violently behind me.
Time, like sleep is an unattainable luxury
Something saved for the far more fortunate
I began on a rainy, cold fall night.
I was an ‘accident.’
The shaking hands and rage encompassed shock of my mother.
The free money and sedentary existence of my father.
I heard a song on the radio
About fucked up kids
I heard a speech about kids that were spoiled
And kids that didn't understand the real world
I heard stories about kids making mistakes
Australian actor Mel
Phoned his wife to give her hell.
Unknown to Gibson she recorded his rant
And we all got to hear his unholy chant.
I’m mental.
I’m losing what’s left of my rapidly
deteriorating mind.
Its hard to understand a basket
case.
No one really does.
You live on cigarrettes and coffee, with a tad bit of sugar. If I didn't know better, I swear you were a thispo blog.
Waking up day by day,
slowly trying to take the stress away
Days going time by time,
I am angry
I am pissed
You won’t like me when I get like this
I am a hellion
Straight from Ireland
You mess with my life
You deal with my strife
I am dressed in black
I used to be so angry
It kept me going
It was my fuel
Keeping the train that is myself moving
Close your eyes and count to ten
relax your mind and soon you will be you again
no longer frustrated but a glimpse of hope
Your role in my life is irreplaceable
Me without you, is the earth without the sun
Depression is an understatement
Pain is a quicksand, and I’m drowning in sorrow
My brother’s life was ended premature
Today I thought
That I might editfy you
On some things that mystify
Even the most loving of people
First of all,
I'm not your little girl
Second of all,
Deep darkness held onto the fragile
heart
she carried within her chest-
unspent tears in her eyes
a mind that would never stop
but a brain that had died.
The slow beating of a broken soul
'Twas but an hour,
the brighest hour,
the simplest,
livliest
moment.
Out like a flame,
Out was my security,
out was my thirst
for life.
And I hated you
People say rain is the crying of God, but I say different
I say the rain is the crying of humanity,
The emotions that are stored, but never released,
I'll explain, and I'll try not to weep as I speak.
But please listen, and don't ridicule me.
Things occur for a reason just like the transitions in every season.
The love I have for Him has sprouted up, and will not wilt.
Heavy expectation,
brings on mental exacerbation,
searching for demonstrations,
to lead this tired wayward nation,
Brought on by many cases,
of tasteful vs. tasteless,
I wish to cut away my flesh.I don't hate myself.I just hate this skin,Weak and bloody thin!If only
Female,
Is not synonymous,
With quiet.
I came into this world kicking and screaming,
and I don't plan on stopping,
anytime soon.
Because female,
Now she’s talking.
Why? What right does she have to do this?
What right does she have to say these things?
What right does she have to make me feel bad about myself?
No right.
Sacrilege
Sanctimony
bastards
and heathens
burn
burn
incinerate
light them up
watch the flames
reach ever higher
burn
burn
I've been pulled out to sea,
Dragged underwater,
Drowning.
But physically, I am smiling and free.
Bite me.
When I say I’m in a bad mood, don’t take it lightly.
It’ll be a fight g’
When you step to me.
‘Cus the stain on my heart burns like lightning striking a dried tree.
Music gives me a feeling that I can't discribe
It's not just what it does, its the power that each lyric brings upon us. Making me realize that I Am not the only one going through some problem that I can't discribe.
I want to rip out the bottle blonde hair from your head.
I want to rip out your larynx,
so your annoying and nasal laugh cannot be heard.
I want to open your head and find your conscious.
Morning mist settles silently upon the pond.
A chilling dampness curses this horrid ground.
Nothing stirs or voices opinion.
Once full of life, now desolate, cold.
No frogs singing, dragonflies dancing, ducks diving.
Nothing stated, nothing faded
All this time turned to empty spaces.
Nothing figured, nothing thought
Incomplete a total loss.
Nothing true, nothing bright
What's wrong with the radio?
It's playing lies.
Everything is, "Sex and money!"
Where is the truth?
Why can't it feature better bands, like Story of the Year?
Ba-bum…Ba-bum
The core
Of my inspirations
Beats
As it demands
To escape its
Cave
Yet it loves
Me
It loves the
Hollow
Box
Wrapped in
Silky, smooth
Five letters
Three syllables
One meaning
Peace
That you disrupt when you put an r after the a
Or r instead of n
Or e or I instead of a
I mean how hard can it be
No I am not my twin
We all walk down the halls
Some in groups some not at all
Traces of nervousness cover the walls
There are failures, and the winners come out tall
Because life has no second chance usually not at all.
Sometimes I really just want to scream.
Please tell me this is a horrible dream!
I'm bored out of my mind,
Insanity of a subtle kind,
English.
It's rather absurd
Florida isn't New Russia
They're not going to start a war.
There's no black hole in Sweden
and no seamonsters near our shore.
Quit making students prove
That time doesn't exist
you say you treat us like adults
but, all i hear from your mouth is insults
stop repeating the instructions over and over and over
i heard you the first time
It's been almost a year
And I'm still crazy
All of the memories you've left me
Haven't become foggy or hazy.
I hate you, God, do I hate you
And your perfect life
Leaving me broken in my garage--
Teachers
Suck at teaching
Students
Suck at learning
Teachers
Suck at listening
Students
Suck at talking
Teachers
Suck at caring
Students
thanks again for feeding a child grownwith your acid samplesand gold-flakes.
good-to-know there's time after allin the day.
*Guitar Strums*Hola, mi Profesor tu enseñas es muy maloI come in every morning with a smile, and a buenos dias,But you rush in with your papeles and your maletín onto the floor,No mas! No more...
Day One.
We all smiled at each other, prospective friends,
Day Twelve,
We hate each other, more than we can bear.
The darkness we've found in these halls has begun to transcend,
You’ve looped yourself around me
You’ve laced yourself through me
You’ve tied your knot inside me
You’re tangled up about me
You refuse to let me go.
they criticize at me.
saying I am lazy and don't deserve to have
a second chance.
"you should have done the work I assigned"
but they're not there for when the fights get too much
Say it to me again,
I dare you.
At first it was nothing.
A black hole-
Empty, no meaning.
But, you feed it so much.
It grows, being filled:
filled with anger, tearing souls.
I'm tearing down the tower
where you once lived
in the castle of my heart.
I'm gonna use all the stones,
you won't get any part
of the walls, ceiling, or floor.
The new tower will be better;
Remind me why
I try-
I try to please
With mounting ease,
Without ever questioning why;
Remind me why
I’m here again,
Emitting the same cry
So shrill and filled with pain
A jumble of confusion,
dreams,
and people.
Thrown into my world
as I repeatingly starve for words.
I toss these words
bleached with emotion
into heavy waters.
I could blend in.
In the background.
Up against the wall
Slip myself in between the paper and the plaster
Beside the tile lining the bottom of the wall next to the cabinet
And smile.
person of trust
trust no more
laugh at my pain then
hide my pain now
command respect
and give little respect in return
demand me to work
but work I do not
pretend serious one minute
The more I look, the more I see,
you never wanted me for me.
You only wanted what I was not,
well congratulations that's what you got.
The more I listen, the more I know.
You promised a chance
A moment to prove,
To leave all out on the court
There is nothing to lose.
Yet alone here I sit
Observing, lightheaded, voice sore,
The encouragement failing
