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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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The Way Of Life (Part III), Be Yourself
~CCCF, AKA iViE
She is the king
And queen of the house
She makes me so angry
I scream and I shout
Annoyances around me
Ignorance is near
My anger is pushing me over the edge
And now you all must fear
You know nothing about me
Disturbing the peace and my sanity
Your knowledge of me is absolute zero
Teaching me all your morals and values
Going around and playing hero
Making everyone believe in your witless views
The only exception is that you’re a woman
And you know that you’ve taught me well
You taught me never to hit a girl
And you’re laughing at me from hell
Insolence and brag
About this all you want
Pissed off and dangerous
My fire fueled by your meaningless taunts
I’ll keep this going
Until everything stops
It would probably end
In 90 seconds, tops
I’ll keep going and going until I can’t anymore
Realize my anger
Right down to the core
Flunking out of the picture
I’ve never studied for a test
She taught me to learn things the first time around
If not then you can’t be the best
Always mocking me
When you know you were the one that’s wrong
Always annoying me
Demands made at me with a silver prong
Be secretive, be shrewd
Be independent, but don’t be crude
I’ve learned to be independent
Isn’t that what you wanted?
You come crawling back to me for a helping hand
I was patient, yet you rejected
Me with your little sissy fits
Yell at me till I hit the pits
Yell at me with your demanding words
Want me to chop a word in thirds
Want to give me attitude?
Shutting you up is an interlude
Of my thoughts to myself
You were the one that taught me to be strong
To do what’s right and to right what’s wrong
What do you hope to accomplish?
Lessons that I’ve learned from you
And now you want me to stop?
How absolutely hypocritical
Your bubble has just been popped
Is this still a poem?
Or is it now a rhyme?
I don’t bother explaining to people
It’s just going to be a waste of time
So come now,
Come into my world
Feel the pain
Feel no gain
Be dissed by you own parents no less
Wonder how I deal with stress
I think about it
I don’t digress
Life’s a bitch
Made for you to mess
Up so badly to regret yourself
Screwed up so much and blame yourself
Make you want to kill yourself
Just to get life over with
Be defiant, be silent
Be outspoken, don’t be compliant
Bribing me with your smiling face
Behind your back is an iron mace
Ready to beat me to the ground
Disillusioned, now gagged and bound
By your very own words
Morality bites, so deal with it
You dig the ditches and I fill the divots
Splashed with mud along the road
Carried back to my abode
I give it all up to one heart
And hope it will not break
“Hearts will never be practical until made unbreakable”
I’ve put myself up at stake
I’ve taken another risk
Gotten stung by another dis
Empty threat and empty words
Do I look like a hollow shell?
Do I look like living hell?
Why do you say things you don’t mean?
Why make promises you couldn’t keep?
Why do things you know you can’t?
Why even believe at all?
Cut all ties
Stop all lies
Rebel against authority
Be yourself
Know yourself
Freedom of society
To know yourself
Is to know the object of your hatred
To be yourself
Is not to become disillusioned and jaded
I chose to be who I am
With a knife behind my back
Tortured, made demands of
My problems stack and stack
Only a couple things left to say
Life is a force
Come what may
Can’t afford to make one mistake
In the road that’s life
Can’t afford to buy a car
And drive down this road of strife
So come, world, sweep me off my feet
Throw me now from here to Rome
I’ve got no room left at home
So prepare your stance
Be ready to brace
Cuz world, here I come…
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told you it was done...
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im gone...
And the wind brought Clive @ 11:15 AM
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Friday, December 27, 2002 |
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