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Am I a cloud in the Sky?
Blown by the wind.
Up so high...
Maybe it's why I like the rain so much.
It brings me back down to earth.
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so i was pissed, but i couldnt get it out of mai head...if im pissed, i should have had some kind of rational way to solve my preblem, but if i have to do this rationally, i have to do it in a way everyone will be able to not diss...so hmm...at risk of sounding geeky(and like robert frost) i believe my one is the one less traveled, and if im to be criticized for that, then so be it...
The Way Of Life (Part II)
Beginning (Inner Turmoil)
iViE
No one has gotten me to the point of closure
No one has ever seen
Bend myself to the pressure
Try to make sense of something obscene
Why am I always getting blamed?
For something that’s erased and now has been
Given the message that I have shamed
Just go to hell, don’t make a scene
I just don’t give a damn
I have to get to the point and find my origins
Making sure I’m not mistaken
Using your mental boundaries to write me margins
Hoping I’ll be shaken
At your certain show of stern command
You think I give a fuck?
If you think you’ve shaken me, know this: you’re out of luck
There’s nothing I can do to change your mind
It’s nothing but a waste of time
I’ve tried and tried to make you see
Just worked so hard to leave you be
Isn’t that what you wanted?
To finally to be able to understand me?
But have you ever thought about what you never see?
Have you thought about what I could be?
If only you have left me alone
I could show you what I know I would have been
To show you what you’ve thrown away
The last standing part of me, willed on by sheer defiance
Soon I’ll leave you in disgrace
No tyrant can control me, no matter how hard they try
My smile hides many things
My smile is like my cry
It doesn’t matter what’s left of me
All that matters is that I get to see
The day that you finally ply
That your only son wont kill you
Your innocent little boy, all grown-up and fueled by hate
Look what your dominance has brought yourselves
I’m not your slave and I never will be
Ill gouge your eyes out to make you see
To me, this is just the beginning and…
"^_^"...heh heh read Catalytical now...i mite just repost it, since i kind of edited it...
wells...im drained of inspiration as of now...i wanna write more, but then, im drained of my poeticness...writing during the day is mai bane...it drains so much friggin energy...
sana's goin to come over to play FFX in like, 20 minutes, so i gotta go, eh...
i swear, if i write another one of these 10 minute poems, mai brain will spontaneously combust...
And the wind brought Clive @ 1:41 PM
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