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To most there is no future the entire world is just now they don’t even want to comprehend that all that they are doing is in the past. I know that they have reasons they are not just not caring I can’t see them they’re invisible I keep on trying to see but they are gone. What future is this one where no one cares all of this is in the past and no one seems to care they destroyed all hope of us truly knowing freedom ignorance is a blessing and it sure is cursing us. There is no rhythm to this
for I don’t need rhythm to explain that I tried so hard to work and keep all this underneath yet it keeps working its way out and there is nothing I can do and I just wish they knew the truth but they don’t know the truth see I once believed I had no chance but now I look into the future and I see that I do have a chance and no one really knew it do they even know it I’m hoping and I’m wishing that I’m not alone here for I see their future shrouded As if I’m not supposed to see so what is it in their future that involves me? I want to write
about one thing but I don't want what I say to escape I want to remain singing the bird on the top of the mountain as long as I keep singing their perfect little song I won't tilt the cage of course I don't know this for sure I've just assumed so no one ever told me different what happens when I sing a different tune? when I put my own interpretation on the vanilla song will it be better? most people like vanilla ice cream with toppings so why do I have to sing such a bland song verse by verse I continue on I hear every other bird singing in the same choir then I hear it a harmony someone broke the chorus they left it and they continue singing they didn't fall I sing one note off then another suddenly I'm singing a totally a different song and I'm better than I had ever been even if I were to fall this would be the best part of my dreary life. I’m trying, I’m really trying.
there is a time to hold on and there is a time to let go And sometimes you can’t tell what time today is so you stand holding on when you’re meant to let go and it’s in those monents you learn the most because in those moments you see all the other people who held on and you realize you’re not alone it just seems that way sometimes no one is alone and even with antisocial tendencies no one wants to be alone so yeah so maybe this optimistic pessimist still has a chance to safe the world. We are conquering
We are surviving Their words mean nothing We have prevailed. This is our future We finally have one We know we are strong Because we lived. There once was no hope No place for our lives We were thrown around It was so tough. We prevailed through it We pushed past their walls We told them no way Our lives matter too. Remember this child Your parents fought hard So you can be you We fought for you. you can survive
and not live and no one can tell you different because surviving is not living surviving is doing something to change you don't have to live to change you change by helping and sometimes that means dying surviving is running into a burning building to save fiver orphans no one would miss surviving is standing on the battlefield and taking all the bullets so your country wins the war surviving is so many things beside living and that's the beauty of it. Hold it close
let it go you can fly but not with it it’s a weight it’s pulling you down they’re pulling you down shake them off The aren’t what they say they are they aren’t friends they’re your competition and they’re winning shake them off they’re parasites if you turn the corner you’ll see those who bring you up not pull you down they exist I promise you just turn right on Faith St. then take a left on Hope Dr. this isn’t a dead end unlike the path you were on there is always a new place to go there is no dead end on this road for if you see one you just turn down a different street here failure is a small setback your real friends will build you up and pull you out of that pothole and maybe someday you’ll all learn to fly and leave this sorry world behind you’re worth it. Today I have two pieces for you, the second one will be going up three hours after this one is posted.
~ You will breathe Inhale the gaseous remains It might be hard But it’s worth it. You will swallow Consume the spoiled milk In might taste bad But you could be dead. You will exhale Let out the poison It might be the last But you need to. You will walk Step onto the hot coal It might burn your feet But you can’t stand still. You will run Away from the monster It might be tiring But you need to survive. You will sleep Through the screams It might be what kills you But you need the energy. You will die Just jump right there It might not be what you want But it is what we require of you. Rhythm and rhyme
I’ll keep trying I’ll hold it close Despite the pain I know I’ll mess up I know nothing else But that doesn’t really matter. I hold you close You are my anchor You are my paperweight I’m not floating away You’re keeping me grounded You’re keeping me alive Despite my needle sharp spines. Know I won’t let go We’ll continue on We’ll be survivors Unlike the so many others We aren’t going to die We aren’t going to hurt These are the bones of survivors. To know is to grieve
to actually feel something the pain of the steady beating drum the weight of one last goodbye. To know is to hurt to know there is nothing and you can do nothing about it until that one last sad goodbye. To know is to love to feel for those few souls that even with hard work is here until that one last terrible goodbye. To know is to feel the pain that millions scream they make your ears bleed out to that one last forgotten goodbye. To know is to be afraid to not know what awaits you the pearly gates aren’t what you fear it’s that one last goodbye. A world of contradictions
contradicting living each day like i’m dying. A world of contradictions contradicting surviving every minute in peril. A world of contradictions contradicting a platoon will attack the defenseless base. A world of contradictions contradicting we will win this by losing the war. A world of contradictions contradicting the tree will be alive again despite it’s wilting leaves. A world of contradictions contradicting the red light now means go go go. A world of contradictions contradicting we will survive this battle by being dead. A world of contradictions contradicting we are the champions of the underworld. A world of contradictions contradicting have faith in our methods i promise we will win. Living a lie through glass
speaking of who you can be but never being close you're living a lie. Peering into the future falling way too fast eventually you'll hit the ground peering too far ahead. People tend to appreciate you your glance is subtle I see the lie no one really appreciates you. I want to apologize in advance I can see your eyes shifting you're uncomfortable I'd like to apologize in advance. You're living a lie through glass Peering into the future Where people tend to appreciate you I already apologized. Watch the words flow the rhythms ignite it might not be right but at least it feels good the rhythm might die but the words will live on for what we say in the dark always lives a long life. We're not in control but that's why we like it we might die today but who really cares our lives on the line but we've never felt better so that's why we do it because we just want to live. Painful nights realign with our thoughts dead inside we might strive to be better but never really try and that's our problem we don't know how to be better. We're living through we'll make it to tomorrow even if it hurts to breathe it hurts more not to so I'll make it to tomorrow if you make it there with me. My life was simple our lives were easy we threw easy in the trash we liked the accomplishment more so we don't have easy lives but at least we don't have boring lives. Our baggage tried to kill us we didn't let it we'd rather suffer when we suffer we learn and learning is fun. I will conquer the night to live through the day it might be difficult but who said it would be easy I can push and force my way but I won't ever get it, will I? I don't like pressure
it's like I'm dying like someone is scrapping at my skull and thinking I'll be fine because I am fine. Crumbling,
Falling Towards oblivion. We're all Crumbling, Falling Towards oblivion. Holding on, To what's Already long gone. Seems I'm Holding on, To what's Already long gone. What hope is, To all Who are dying. I know What hope is, To all Who are dying. What is real, I know I used to know. Now now What is real, I know I used to know. It's science
That funny things Make us smile Yet funny things Aren't actually funny We made up that word Funny causing laughter or amusement; humorous. Yet we say humorous in the definition We made up that word too causing lighthearted laughter and amusement; comic. And there it is We made up another word Comic causing or meant to cause laughter. And the trail seems to end No more words To ask Did we make it up Yet we did We made up the word Laughter the action or sound of laughing. And once again We made up a word Laughing the action of making spontaneous sounds and movements of the face and body that are the instinctive expressions of lively amusement and sometimes also of contempt or derision. And yes I could continue Oh it goes on forever But I'll stop I'll leave you questioning Maybe even Laughing. Here's something I wrote over a year ago. I like looking back sometimes.
And the blackness never dies, When light is alive, And good can't survive, Without evil by its side. And stars only shine, From our past long ago, And the moon is a lie, Just a reflection of the sun. And yes, I repeated several times, For my mind is ruled by one thing, That we never see what is really going on, Because we all died a mili seconds ago. And there is a bird's cage, Sitting on top of sharp rocks, And if the bird barely moves it dies, And in the black of night the bird moves. And acting is hard, Words with emotion flow through soft lips, And yet some, They are just metal lips. Hermia and Lysander weren't meant to be, If they were Puck wouldn't have been able, To sway them so easily, So they weren't meant to be. Magic is easy, Love never so, Blackness is impenetrable, Light not much so. And the prettiest of flowers, Grow out of sight, And the kindest of voices, Never make a sound. And so in the blackness, We all must die, For in the brightness, We all just hide. |
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