Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2009 23:37:37 GMT -5
The Evil Beast
Who is the evil beast,
in this suburban town?
Could it be your best friend,
or one who made you frown?
Would it be the mocking bird,
whose voice criticizes another?
Or could it be the person
that you call 'brother'?
How pathetic you are!
So ignorant and selfish!
Put your glasses back on, honey
you're obviously blind.
When you look in the mirror,
what do you see?
The pretty, popular cheerleader,
or the strong, speedy baseball captain?
Look beyond the hair, make-up, and clothes
and focus on the irises, the color in your eyes.
How arrogant you must be,
if all you see is melted rainbow scraps.
When, in reality, they are
pools of lies and fables.
Truth and honesty has left your kind soul,
and in return, left the darkness of a beast.
And, so, my arrogant friend,
you are the evil beast.
Lying, twisting, and changing your words,
so it can all go your way.
But doing that,
you loose.
So go get a life,
one that is true and honest.
Like it used to be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Who am I?
Who am I?
Tell me.
I really want to know.
I feel like a crayon without a wrapper,
or a book without a title.
My mind has been lost in this stereotypical world,
erased and forgotten, of all that I knew.
It's like knocking door-to-door,
asking for sugar or money.
All I get is a door in the face,
and an unanswered question.
Could you help me find myself,
in the Cult of Personality?
Or is it too hard, like finding a needle in a haystack?
Would you be my gallant friend,
who ends up finding my key, lost in the
junk yard of scrap souls?
Soon, the ignorance seems to fade,
and common sense seems to bloom.
I cannot find who I am,
simply because I am me.
There is no other person out there,
who could be my secret clone.
I am me, and that's Who I am.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Mask
Everyday is your Halloween,
you wear that same old mask.
The mask that hides who you really are,
for who I thought you were.
I must admit,
you really had me fooled.
Blinded by the acid,
the acid of your lies.
When you took that mask off,
you cut a hole in my chest.
I never knew you could do that,
nor did I thought you would.
It hurt real bad,
deep in my chest.
I'm sure my friends would agree,
and yours as well.
You shocked us all with your colors.
Some were impressed,
while others were surprise.
And I, well, was bleeding on the inside.
Now that we know who you really are,
don't bother to put it on again.
You won't fool us anymore,
you will only fool yourself.
Step by step, I've moved on.
I accepted who you were.
It wasn't easy, but at least I did it.
Nothing is turning me around.
Everyday was your Halloween,
you used to wear that same old mask.
Now it's out, we know who you are.
You're caught! Stealing not from us, but from you.
So don't ever bother bringing the mask out,
we all know that it's fake.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Barely Holding On
Right now,
I'm on a tight-rope.
Crossing is hard, but falling
is easy.
I place my feet in front of the other,
hoping to not slip.
Vivid memories of you and what you said,
run through my mind like a stallion in the endless plains.
That one thought, made me
slip.
I scramble to regain my balance,
but it doesn't work.
Falling, I manage to grasp the rope,
though I am barely holding on.
You scream from below
'Don't worry! I have a net.'
Such a good friend you
are,
I don't deserve you after what I've done.
Finger by finger, my grip becomes weak.
There should not be a net beneath me,
not even pillows or cotton,
or the softest down of geese, to ease the fall
but should be a cold hard floor, to pay me back.
My harsh words came back,
and become the grease on the rope.
My fingers slip, and I fall.
The evil monster inside me jumps in success, and chants more harsh words.
Instantly, I wish my words
never would have trespassed my lips.
I scream forgiveness, but it only echoes.
You left, hurt and in pain.
But, I do not hit the hard floor,
but a trampoline.
Not soft nor hard, but the springs forgive me.
Shooting me upwards, I fly to my rope.
I grasp it again, hoisting my self
up;
A second chance.
My heart screams in thanks,
and thinks that you do still care.
With a sigh of relief, I carry on.
Still shaky and shocked, I never forget the heart you have.
And I don't fall at that thought.
Yes, I wrote these all myself. (:
Who is the evil beast,
in this suburban town?
Could it be your best friend,
or one who made you frown?
Would it be the mocking bird,
whose voice criticizes another?
Or could it be the person
that you call 'brother'?
How pathetic you are!
So ignorant and selfish!
Put your glasses back on, honey
you're obviously blind.
When you look in the mirror,
what do you see?
The pretty, popular cheerleader,
or the strong, speedy baseball captain?
Look beyond the hair, make-up, and clothes
and focus on the irises, the color in your eyes.
How arrogant you must be,
if all you see is melted rainbow scraps.
When, in reality, they are
pools of lies and fables.
Truth and honesty has left your kind soul,
and in return, left the darkness of a beast.
And, so, my arrogant friend,
you are the evil beast.
Lying, twisting, and changing your words,
so it can all go your way.
But doing that,
you loose.
So go get a life,
one that is true and honest.
Like it used to be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Who am I?
Who am I?
Tell me.
I really want to know.
I feel like a crayon without a wrapper,
or a book without a title.
My mind has been lost in this stereotypical world,
erased and forgotten, of all that I knew.
It's like knocking door-to-door,
asking for sugar or money.
All I get is a door in the face,
and an unanswered question.
Could you help me find myself,
in the Cult of Personality?
Or is it too hard, like finding a needle in a haystack?
Would you be my gallant friend,
who ends up finding my key, lost in the
junk yard of scrap souls?
Soon, the ignorance seems to fade,
and common sense seems to bloom.
I cannot find who I am,
simply because I am me.
There is no other person out there,
who could be my secret clone.
I am me, and that's Who I am.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Mask
Everyday is your Halloween,
you wear that same old mask.
The mask that hides who you really are,
for who I thought you were.
I must admit,
you really had me fooled.
Blinded by the acid,
the acid of your lies.
When you took that mask off,
you cut a hole in my chest.
I never knew you could do that,
nor did I thought you would.
It hurt real bad,
deep in my chest.
I'm sure my friends would agree,
and yours as well.
You shocked us all with your colors.
Some were impressed,
while others were surprise.
And I, well, was bleeding on the inside.
Now that we know who you really are,
don't bother to put it on again.
You won't fool us anymore,
you will only fool yourself.
Step by step, I've moved on.
I accepted who you were.
It wasn't easy, but at least I did it.
Nothing is turning me around.
Everyday was your Halloween,
you used to wear that same old mask.
Now it's out, we know who you are.
You're caught! Stealing not from us, but from you.
So don't ever bother bringing the mask out,
we all know that it's fake.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Barely Holding On
Right now,
I'm on a tight-rope.
Crossing is hard, but falling
is easy.
I place my feet in front of the other,
hoping to not slip.
Vivid memories of you and what you said,
run through my mind like a stallion in the endless plains.
That one thought, made me
slip.
I scramble to regain my balance,
but it doesn't work.
Falling, I manage to grasp the rope,
though I am barely holding on.
You scream from below
'Don't worry! I have a net.'
Such a good friend you
are,
I don't deserve you after what I've done.
Finger by finger, my grip becomes weak.
There should not be a net beneath me,
not even pillows or cotton,
or the softest down of geese, to ease the fall
but should be a cold hard floor, to pay me back.
My harsh words came back,
and become the grease on the rope.
My fingers slip, and I fall.
The evil monster inside me jumps in success, and chants more harsh words.
Instantly, I wish my words
never would have trespassed my lips.
I scream forgiveness, but it only echoes.
You left, hurt and in pain.
But, I do not hit the hard floor,
but a trampoline.
Not soft nor hard, but the springs forgive me.
Shooting me upwards, I fly to my rope.
I grasp it again, hoisting my self
up;
A second chance.
My heart screams in thanks,
and thinks that you do still care.
With a sigh of relief, I carry on.
Still shaky and shocked, I never forget the heart you have.
And I don't fall at that thought.
Yes, I wrote these all myself. (:
