Your fault not mine.
Reflect off of black, not a sign of self back.
You wont see me be, my colours run free.
Truth wont succeed, now let the lies breed.
I'm lost for words now, no need to ask how.
With honor I do fail.
Round and round the flipped penny spins.
To a point of which the upside wins.
Left to chance life knows not what it brings.
A song of which the downside sings.
Abyss.
This secret I have, which I do wish to tell.
The words are said, to recieve is to fail
To hear of a sound in between a line.
It is absurd to think that yours is not mine.
Why you hate me.
Familiarity breeds content.
Familiarity breeds content.
Familiarity breeds content.
Familiarity breeds content.
My one true love.
This man he speaks and I do not hear.
His lips do move but it is not clear.
A word will kill this beautiful picture.
A fool is he who talks to be richer.
Come now let us never speak.
Let us never prove strong from weak.
Equal is he to not but no word.
Equal are we when talk is not heard.
Hold my hand and trust in me.
Let silence rule and come be free.
Amen
The end is nigh said the scared folk at home.
The begining of a lie said the man on his throne.
To which I reply believe what you may.
Have faith in yourself and live for the day.
The meaning of...
Your victory march has long been a lie.
Your side of the river cannot hear us cry.
We pleed with you to drop arms and listen.
Believe in a place that is outside this prison.
No matter the messege you'll only see poetry.
All hope is lost for not but the death of a tree.
Jail break
Through the flames of deceit.
I did wonder till true.
Now burned from the heat.
I can see the sky blue.
I promise you nothing.
To know life is and nothing more.
My finest hour behind closed doors.
The key is here so bright it glistens
The key I hold is the gift to listen.
A gift not given through lack of receiving.
A promise of nothing it just takes believing.
Dont look through the water. Drink it.
I'm god. Fuck the lot of you.
Here are the lyrics to probably one of my top 5 songs ever...
Sinnerman where you gonna run to
Sinnerman where you gonna run to
Where you gunna run to
All on that day
Well I run to the rock
Please hide me I run to the rock
Please hide me I run to the rock
Please hide me lord
All on that day
Well the rock cried out
I can’t hide you the rock cried out
I can’t hide you the rock cried out
I ain’t gonna hide you god
All on that day
I said rock what’s a matter with you rock
Don’t you see I need you rock
Don’t let down
All on that day
So I run to the river
It was bleedin' I run to the sea
It was bleedin' I run to the sea
It was bleedin' all on that day
So I run to the river it was boilin'
I run to the sea it was boilin'
I run to the sea it was boilin'
All on that day
So I run to the lord
Please help me lord
Don’t you see me prayin'
Don’t you see me down here prayin'
But the lord said
Go to the devil
The lord said
Go to the devil
He said go to the devil
All on that day
So I ran to the devil
He was waiting
I ran to the devil he was waiting
I ran to the devil he was waiting
All on that day
Oh yeah!
Oh I run to the river
It was boilin' I run to the sea
It was boilin' I run to the sea
It was boilin' all on that day
So I ran to the lord
I said lord hide me
Please hide me
Please help me
All on that day
Said God where were you
When you are old and prayin'
Lord lord hear me prayin'
Lord lord hear me prayin'
Lord lord hear me prayin'
All on that day
Sinnerman you oughta be prayin'
Oughta be prayin sinnerman'
Oughta be prayin all on that day
- Nina Simone, Sinnerman.
I am quite possibly the greatest poet that ever lived.
''Life is just a realisation. Like a good poem, it's down to your own interpretation
Matthew, My best friend.
Articulating is saying 'I think therefor I am' with different words...
But mine is the best.
The time spent before being born and dying.
Go figure it out.
Heh.
Life is.
Substance.
I'm not intelligent. I'm just scared.
It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care.
This Is Fiction.
Today I had a conversation with a friend in distress... He felt as though he'd realised something... But couldnt explain what it was... I told him it was puberty and to leave it at that.
I then proceeded to feel guilty... because I have the intelligence to do so.
So I feel as though I owe you all something...
Heres 'something' to think about....
Society realises a lot of things... But one thing I can garantee it is not capable of, is realise itself.
Look around you. Please.
Remember?
Thankyou.