I might have posted this somewhere on here already, I'm not sure. If I have, apologies.
Here are a few of my poems, all of which can be found here as well. Some of them I like, most of them I don't. I have a few others that aren't on my dA or up here, so I'll post those later if I find them.
The Media
They set you up in their homes,
as files in a book.
Your families, pets, homes and yards,
from you they all took.
They made you think you killed yourself,
that was their peak success.
All those years of in-depth research,
for it they couldn't care less.
Thoughts of genocide in their heads,
made you think suicide was your end.
All their preparation made you dead,
and there was nothing you could do about it.
No one knows why they did what they did,
survivors only go as far to guess.
Why would they want to end their own race,
make them less, and less, and less.
Show you things of terrible times,
with no remorse of their own.
And if you're not dead, or if you're not with them,
they will never leave you alone.
Controlled
Brisk, the wind, fast across your face.
You can laugh.
You can smile.
But you can't change your race.
Because you're free, the way you are.
You are chosen.
You are ripened.
At least that's what they tell you from afar.
They're afraid you'll find out the all.
You'll find the truth.
You'll find the calling.
So they lock you up and tell you to never call.
You are hopeless, by their whim you act.
You are controlled.
You are forced.
But no, you never signed their pact.
Downfall
April showers may bring May flowers,
or so the saying goes.
But it does not count May deaths that tower,
because someone didn't know.
More deaths that month than any other,
oh how can that be true?
Don't those people think of their mother,
and know what she's going through.
For as they think that suicide,
is only a burden to themselves.
But not so different from genocide,
it effects almost everyone else.
Suicide is selfish, it can be debated,
but no matter what is said.
A ripple effect is created,
leaving just another one dead.
Musical Domination
The beat pounds your bones,
as the music escapes the box.
Your body not your own,
you can't escape the rock.
It sucks you in and holds you close,
something in you can't oblige.
From sea to sea, from coast to coast,
the music controls your lives.
Now it's getting hot and heavy,
the strobe light blinding your soul.
Baby, when you're ready,
we'll get up, we'll go.
We'll dance the way the music wants,
as we are it's fiendish puppet.
We can't stop ourselves as long as it lasts,
but you and me won't stop it.
Deal
The pressure's on, the heat is up,
the cards are all laid out.
Sweat dripping off the vodka cup,
the betting table full of doubt.
Glasses shining on the players,
to hide their wandering eyes.
People twitching, tense inside,
full of crap, full of lies.
Addiction burning the player's hearts,
they shrug it off with a drag.
Their minds impersonating a dart,
the cards on the table they tag.
And so the game has just begun,
a game to end in sin.
How can they say it's any fun,
when they're the worst of kin.
Irony
The streets run gray and black,
rather than red.
Blurs of clothing, sites of guns.
Many already dead.
Helmets, armor, can't protect,
the darker side of me.
The side that kills, out of check,
blind for me to see.
Mr comrades dead, in no graves,
their families, still hoping.
I only pray that these days,
can protect me from my groping.
Behold, a rifle shot through the air,
instant red now on my shirt.
My mind insisting it isn't fair,
as my body hits the dirt.
I think I'm dead, but can not tell,
with my senses fading out.
The thought burning of Heaven, of Hell,
this is war, no doubt.
And war isn't fair.
World's Life
The good of the world
is not from us.
Treated worse than girl
who's made such fuss.
We've made our point.
The world, it's through.
Just please don't tell me
it's because of you
The Nature of Things
Nature comes and nature goes.
From leaves to heat, to cold and snow.
It soars across the trees of creation.
It sparks the world with vivid animation.
Nature can not laugh, it can not cry.
Much more it does as time goes by.
Whole worlds created with it's power,
from worlds of mountains to worlds of flowers.
Nature sparked the life of all,
causing us to rise, to fall.
To laugh the laugh of things to come.
To start the wonder of our from.
The gusting winds and beating grounds.
The many quiet, wistful sounds.
If only it could last forever,
but for nature's greatest endeavor,
it will never stay for us.
We've made it clear through the bus,
through the boats and through the cars,
through the things that get us far.
We've told nature what we think.
The end of nature, now in ink.
Blur
I wish I could try and save,
a penny, or two.
But my wallet, like an empty cave,
is empty, cold, and damp like dew.
My life, well it is just the same,
looking for something save.
No meaning holds my face, my name.
There is nothing my heart will crave.
Sad, but true I can not see,
the different me I search for.
Non-existent is the better part of me.
To me there is no less, no more.
If you see the side of me,
that's rare, but good for sure.
Please don't run, stay, don't flee.
Save me from this mess, this blur.
Here are a few of my poems, all of which can be found here as well. Some of them I like, most of them I don't. I have a few others that aren't on my dA or up here, so I'll post those later if I find them.
The Media
They set you up in their homes,
as files in a book.
Your families, pets, homes and yards,
from you they all took.
They made you think you killed yourself,
that was their peak success.
All those years of in-depth research,
for it they couldn't care less.
Thoughts of genocide in their heads,
made you think suicide was your end.
All their preparation made you dead,
and there was nothing you could do about it.
No one knows why they did what they did,
survivors only go as far to guess.
Why would they want to end their own race,
make them less, and less, and less.
Show you things of terrible times,
with no remorse of their own.
And if you're not dead, or if you're not with them,
they will never leave you alone.
Controlled
Brisk, the wind, fast across your face.
You can laugh.
You can smile.
But you can't change your race.
Because you're free, the way you are.
You are chosen.
You are ripened.
At least that's what they tell you from afar.
They're afraid you'll find out the all.
You'll find the truth.
You'll find the calling.
So they lock you up and tell you to never call.
You are hopeless, by their whim you act.
You are controlled.
You are forced.
But no, you never signed their pact.
Downfall
April showers may bring May flowers,
or so the saying goes.
But it does not count May deaths that tower,
because someone didn't know.
More deaths that month than any other,
oh how can that be true?
Don't those people think of their mother,
and know what she's going through.
For as they think that suicide,
is only a burden to themselves.
But not so different from genocide,
it effects almost everyone else.
Suicide is selfish, it can be debated,
but no matter what is said.
A ripple effect is created,
leaving just another one dead.
Musical Domination
The beat pounds your bones,
as the music escapes the box.
Your body not your own,
you can't escape the rock.
It sucks you in and holds you close,
something in you can't oblige.
From sea to sea, from coast to coast,
the music controls your lives.
Now it's getting hot and heavy,
the strobe light blinding your soul.
Baby, when you're ready,
we'll get up, we'll go.
We'll dance the way the music wants,
as we are it's fiendish puppet.
We can't stop ourselves as long as it lasts,
but you and me won't stop it.
Deal
The pressure's on, the heat is up,
the cards are all laid out.
Sweat dripping off the vodka cup,
the betting table full of doubt.
Glasses shining on the players,
to hide their wandering eyes.
People twitching, tense inside,
full of crap, full of lies.
Addiction burning the player's hearts,
they shrug it off with a drag.
Their minds impersonating a dart,
the cards on the table they tag.
And so the game has just begun,
a game to end in sin.
How can they say it's any fun,
when they're the worst of kin.
Irony
The streets run gray and black,
rather than red.
Blurs of clothing, sites of guns.
Many already dead.
Helmets, armor, can't protect,
the darker side of me.
The side that kills, out of check,
blind for me to see.
Mr comrades dead, in no graves,
their families, still hoping.
I only pray that these days,
can protect me from my groping.
Behold, a rifle shot through the air,
instant red now on my shirt.
My mind insisting it isn't fair,
as my body hits the dirt.
I think I'm dead, but can not tell,
with my senses fading out.
The thought burning of Heaven, of Hell,
this is war, no doubt.
And war isn't fair.
World's Life
The good of the world
is not from us.
Treated worse than girl
who's made such fuss.
We've made our point.
The world, it's through.
Just please don't tell me
it's because of you
The Nature of Things
Nature comes and nature goes.
From leaves to heat, to cold and snow.
It soars across the trees of creation.
It sparks the world with vivid animation.
Nature can not laugh, it can not cry.
Much more it does as time goes by.
Whole worlds created with it's power,
from worlds of mountains to worlds of flowers.
Nature sparked the life of all,
causing us to rise, to fall.
To laugh the laugh of things to come.
To start the wonder of our from.
The gusting winds and beating grounds.
The many quiet, wistful sounds.
If only it could last forever,
but for nature's greatest endeavor,
it will never stay for us.
We've made it clear through the bus,
through the boats and through the cars,
through the things that get us far.
We've told nature what we think.
The end of nature, now in ink.
Blur
I wish I could try and save,
a penny, or two.
But my wallet, like an empty cave,
is empty, cold, and damp like dew.
My life, well it is just the same,
looking for something save.
No meaning holds my face, my name.
There is nothing my heart will crave.
Sad, but true I can not see,
the different me I search for.
Non-existent is the better part of me.
To me there is no less, no more.
If you see the side of me,
that's rare, but good for sure.
Please don't run, stay, don't flee.
Save me from this mess, this blur.
