Actually, I had no part in writing this. My friend composed it, but I feel the need to post it on here because of its sheer awesomeness. I actually love it.
Mystery Poison
Come in the kitchen
I'll make you a sandwich
I've got my mystery
poison in hand, which
you will taste soon
Throw me that jar
and hand me the knife
you will be in for
the ride of your life
when you taste this
Because it's sticky
and it's tasty
and it's just for you
A mystery poison
Come now, dear
please don't be rude
just take a bite
of this magical food
it's terribly good
Because it's sticky
and it's tasty
and it's just for you
A mystery poison
Oh, come close
now listen, fast
I've got one thing
I need to ask...
do you like peanut butter?
Because it's sticky
and it's tasty
and it's just for you
A mystery poison
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Erm... Eighth grade crap XII.
This one is really odd... and I haven't any idea who it's about. I believe him to be quite fictional.
Your Song
Hair hanging in your face
There’s hardly any trace
Of you
Your eyes shine with hatred
Someone like you a lot seem to dread
Is this really you?
Music pumps into your ears
You’re all that I have to fear
Yet I love you
Talk to me I wish, and yet
Silence is all I get
From you
For this is a feeling that no one else knows
It never will falter, it only can grow
Somehow, I like knowing that I’m stuck like this
And right now, all I can feel is bliss
It feels like it has been years
Shed by me have been so many tears
Over you
I wish that I knew the meaning
Of this wonderful feeling
For you
I see you every day
And I have so much to say
To you
Communication has gone dry
Ever since you took to the sky
I miss you
For this is a feeling that no one else knows
It never will falter, it only can grow
Somehow, I like knowing that I’m stuck like this
And right now, all I can feel is bliss
Your Song
Hair hanging in your face
There’s hardly any trace
Of you
Your eyes shine with hatred
Someone like you a lot seem to dread
Is this really you?
Music pumps into your ears
You’re all that I have to fear
Yet I love you
Talk to me I wish, and yet
Silence is all I get
From you
For this is a feeling that no one else knows
It never will falter, it only can grow
Somehow, I like knowing that I’m stuck like this
And right now, all I can feel is bliss
It feels like it has been years
Shed by me have been so many tears
Over you
I wish that I knew the meaning
Of this wonderful feeling
For you
I see you every day
And I have so much to say
To you
Communication has gone dry
Ever since you took to the sky
I miss you
For this is a feeling that no one else knows
It never will falter, it only can grow
Somehow, I like knowing that I’m stuck like this
And right now, all I can feel is bliss
Erm... Eighth grade crap XI.
This one... I don't really know. It's not as bad as some, but worse than others.
The Ageless Wonder
You haven't changed a bit, my boy
This really doesn't fit, my boy
You just remain the same, my boy
Why do you think this is?
Please try not to fret, my boy
How about I make you a bet, my boy
If you haven't changed by next year, my boy
I'll probably have to sell ya.
The ageless wonder is coming to town
Let's all run and gather around
Laugh at his freckles and puppy-dog eyes
His youth, the old ones have come to despise
You're sitting in a cage, my boy
You haven't any wage, my boy
Now let me ask you this, my boy
Is this how you wanna live?
Now run away and be free, my boy
Come back and see me soon, my boy
I'll always remain here, my boy
So you can find your way home.
The ageless wonder is coming to town
Let's all run and gather around
Laugh at his freckles and puppy-dog eyes
His youth, the old ones have come to despise
You are supposed to be forty, my boy
You appear to be four now, my boy
When will you start growing, my boy
How can you be my son?
I've missed you so much, my boy
My love for you is as such, my boy
I'd run across the world for you, my boy
And I'd come back as fast as I can.
The ageless wonder is coming to town
Let's all run and gather around
Laugh at his freckles and puppy-dog eyes
His youth, the old ones have come to despise
The Ageless Wonder
You haven't changed a bit, my boy
This really doesn't fit, my boy
You just remain the same, my boy
Why do you think this is?
Please try not to fret, my boy
How about I make you a bet, my boy
If you haven't changed by next year, my boy
I'll probably have to sell ya.
The ageless wonder is coming to town
Let's all run and gather around
Laugh at his freckles and puppy-dog eyes
His youth, the old ones have come to despise
You're sitting in a cage, my boy
You haven't any wage, my boy
Now let me ask you this, my boy
Is this how you wanna live?
Now run away and be free, my boy
Come back and see me soon, my boy
I'll always remain here, my boy
So you can find your way home.
The ageless wonder is coming to town
Let's all run and gather around
Laugh at his freckles and puppy-dog eyes
His youth, the old ones have come to despise
You are supposed to be forty, my boy
You appear to be four now, my boy
When will you start growing, my boy
How can you be my son?
I've missed you so much, my boy
My love for you is as such, my boy
I'd run across the world for you, my boy
And I'd come back as fast as I can.
The ageless wonder is coming to town
Let's all run and gather around
Laugh at his freckles and puppy-dog eyes
His youth, the old ones have come to despise
Erm... Eighth grade crap X.
This is definitely my low point in writing. I'm not proud. It's lame.
Stalker
Watching, waiting, for you to notice.
I stand in the shadows trying to catch your eye.
How do you think that I deal with this:
Trying to hide my biggest lie.
I follow you home, then I hide in your tree.
It’s really convenient, because I live right down the street.
I see into your kitchen, and into your living room.
I can see you in there, talking on the phone.
Because I’m a STALKER.
I see you at night.
STALKER.
I cause you a fright.
STALKER.
I follow you home.
Try not to be left all alone….
I know where you live, I know your phone number.
I know your height, and your hair color.
I know all of your friends, and even then some.
I even know your favorite flavor of gum.
I know your grade in science, I know your grade in math.
I know that last Tuesday you wore your bright green hat.
I know your favorite shirt, and I know your shoe size.
I know all of your truths, so don’t tell me any lies.
Because I’m a STALKER.
I see you at night.
STALKER.
I cause you a fright.
STALKER.
I follow you home.
Make sure they don’t leave you all alone….
Stalker
Watching, waiting, for you to notice.
I stand in the shadows trying to catch your eye.
How do you think that I deal with this:
Trying to hide my biggest lie.
I follow you home, then I hide in your tree.
It’s really convenient, because I live right down the street.
I see into your kitchen, and into your living room.
I can see you in there, talking on the phone.
Because I’m a STALKER.
I see you at night.
STALKER.
I cause you a fright.
STALKER.
I follow you home.
Try not to be left all alone….
I know where you live, I know your phone number.
I know your height, and your hair color.
I know all of your friends, and even then some.
I even know your favorite flavor of gum.
I know your grade in science, I know your grade in math.
I know that last Tuesday you wore your bright green hat.
I know your favorite shirt, and I know your shoe size.
I know all of your truths, so don’t tell me any lies.
Because I’m a STALKER.
I see you at night.
STALKER.
I cause you a fright.
STALKER.
I follow you home.
Make sure they don’t leave you all alone….
Erm... Eighth grade crap IX.
Oh wow... I almost regret looking through my old writing and stuff. It's so bad! :(
Be Kind to Me
Girl
Sitting on the street corner
Snow softly falling down
She doesn't stir
Boy
Walking down the sidewalk
Sees the girl, sitting in the cold
And he stops to look
Girl
Feels his presence
Looks up to meet his eyes
And his discerning gaze
He sighs and leaves.
Boy
Heading to his home
In the morning hours; no one is there
Girl is, though
Girl
Tears roll down her cheeks
Wishing that Boy would come back
And offer her his hand
Boy
Is across the street now
In front of his apartment
Ready to ignore her
But she captures him; He can't tear himself away.
Girl
Knows that Boy is coming
Knows something
That only she can believe
Boy
Talks to Girl
Asks her if she has a home
Why she's always here
Girl
Replies softly
She has the alley
But it's nicer out here
Boy
Looks away
But can't stay there for long
And returns his stare to hers
Girl
Blushes wildly
Can't keep from smiling
And plays with the snow
Boy
Offers to take her out to eat
Says that he has nothing else to do
And that he has no one to do it with
Girl
Has never known real food
Has never known real love
Has never known happiness at all
They walk silently down the street, hand in hand.
Be Kind to Me
Girl
Sitting on the street corner
Snow softly falling down
She doesn't stir
Boy
Walking down the sidewalk
Sees the girl, sitting in the cold
And he stops to look
Girl
Feels his presence
Looks up to meet his eyes
And his discerning gaze
He sighs and leaves.
Boy
Heading to his home
In the morning hours; no one is there
Girl is, though
Girl
Tears roll down her cheeks
Wishing that Boy would come back
And offer her his hand
Boy
Is across the street now
In front of his apartment
Ready to ignore her
But she captures him; He can't tear himself away.
Girl
Knows that Boy is coming
Knows something
That only she can believe
Boy
Talks to Girl
Asks her if she has a home
Why she's always here
Girl
Replies softly
She has the alley
But it's nicer out here
Boy
Looks away
But can't stay there for long
And returns his stare to hers
Girl
Blushes wildly
Can't keep from smiling
And plays with the snow
Boy
Offers to take her out to eat
Says that he has nothing else to do
And that he has no one to do it with
Girl
Has never known real food
Has never known real love
Has never known happiness at all
They walk silently down the street, hand in hand.
Erm... Eighth grade crap VIII.
Holy Jesus, this is terrible! Relatively emo... but what can I say? It was eighth grade.
I Am That Kid
I am that kid,
The one you see at the bus stop.
That sits behind you in science.
That you ignore.
I am that kid,
That wants to be accepted.
That wants to be cherished.
That wants to be loved.
I am that kid,
The one no one cares about.
That has no friends.
And no one to talk to.
I am that kid,
That you see every day.
That you glare at and make fun of.
Even if I can hear you.
I am that kid,
That does no sports.
Or any clubs.
Anything to get away from everyone else.
I am that kid.
That doesn’t go to school anymore.
You don’t care where I am.
But secretly you wonder…
Did she move away?
Get suspended?
Is she sick?
Or is she just skipping?
Later that week,
The school has an assembly.
To tell you all that I’m gone,
For good.
She’s not coming back.
She’s in a good place now.
But she did leave a note,
And this is what it says.
They read it,
Some cry.
You don’t care.
Until you hear your name.
“I loved you,” it says,
“And I cared about you,
And I know you didn’t like me
But I couldn’t stop.”
“I thought about you all the time,
I watched you, I knew you.
I still loved you,
But now I am gone.”
You are amazed.
That someone like me could like someone like you.
You go home and fall asleep.
And you will yourself to never wake up.
You go back to school the next day.
You are amazed
At how much you had never noticed,
And how now, the world is changed.
People glare at you.
They look on and are dumbfounded
At how you seem so different
And now you can accept, that
I was that kid,
The one you saw at the bus stop.
That sat behind you in science.
That you ignored.
And you change your ways.
I Am That Kid
I am that kid,
The one you see at the bus stop.
That sits behind you in science.
That you ignore.
I am that kid,
That wants to be accepted.
That wants to be cherished.
That wants to be loved.
I am that kid,
The one no one cares about.
That has no friends.
And no one to talk to.
I am that kid,
That you see every day.
That you glare at and make fun of.
Even if I can hear you.
I am that kid,
That does no sports.
Or any clubs.
Anything to get away from everyone else.
I am that kid.
That doesn’t go to school anymore.
You don’t care where I am.
But secretly you wonder…
Did she move away?
Get suspended?
Is she sick?
Or is she just skipping?
Later that week,
The school has an assembly.
To tell you all that I’m gone,
For good.
She’s not coming back.
She’s in a good place now.
But she did leave a note,
And this is what it says.
They read it,
Some cry.
You don’t care.
Until you hear your name.
“I loved you,” it says,
“And I cared about you,
And I know you didn’t like me
But I couldn’t stop.”
“I thought about you all the time,
I watched you, I knew you.
I still loved you,
But now I am gone.”
You are amazed.
That someone like me could like someone like you.
You go home and fall asleep.
And you will yourself to never wake up.
You go back to school the next day.
You are amazed
At how much you had never noticed,
And how now, the world is changed.
People glare at you.
They look on and are dumbfounded
At how you seem so different
And now you can accept, that
I was that kid,
The one you saw at the bus stop.
That sat behind you in science.
That you ignored.
And you change your ways.
Erm... Eighth grade crap VII.
Ah man... this is for school. I got an A+ on it, but it is lame and teacher-acceptable. I would have liked to change it quite a bit.
Autumn
Flickers like a match,
The reflection of the sun does
In the mirror my sunglasses make
As I walk down the desolate trail.
No one has been here
For the longest time
The undisturbed leaves tell me
As I race along.
Colors surround me
Green, orange, brown, yellow.
The world is like a canvas
And the trees are the paintings.
Shapes begin to leap out from the shadows
The setting sun casts into
The darkening forest,
And I start to hear sounds…
Could they be animals?
Ghosts? Goblins?
Killers?
I think I’m just paranoid.
The darkness falls faster,
And my eyes dart around
As I exhale the cloud of ice
That is my breath.
The cold causes me to shiver
And shake like one of the leaves on
The surrounding trees
The wind begins to whistle through.
I pull my coat closer to my chin,
And button it up higher.
To keep away the frost
Nipping at my body.
The sun is gone now.
How do I get home?
Am I going the right way?
I think I’m lost.
Suddenly a glimmer of light
Forces adrenaline into my body.
I race forward,
Hungry for the warmth.
Can I be rescued?
Will I perish out here?
Thoughts speed through my mind
And I start to shake.
The light grows larger.
A lone streetlight
Shines through the gloom
And pulls me towards it
Like a beacon.
I wander towards it
And bask in its heat.
Looking around,
I see my home.
Striding towards me
Is my mother
She asks where I was
And hugs me.
Autumn
Flickers like a match,
The reflection of the sun does
In the mirror my sunglasses make
As I walk down the desolate trail.
No one has been here
For the longest time
The undisturbed leaves tell me
As I race along.
Colors surround me
Green, orange, brown, yellow.
The world is like a canvas
And the trees are the paintings.
Shapes begin to leap out from the shadows
The setting sun casts into
The darkening forest,
And I start to hear sounds…
Could they be animals?
Ghosts? Goblins?
Killers?
I think I’m just paranoid.
The darkness falls faster,
And my eyes dart around
As I exhale the cloud of ice
That is my breath.
The cold causes me to shiver
And shake like one of the leaves on
The surrounding trees
The wind begins to whistle through.
I pull my coat closer to my chin,
And button it up higher.
To keep away the frost
Nipping at my body.
The sun is gone now.
How do I get home?
Am I going the right way?
I think I’m lost.
Suddenly a glimmer of light
Forces adrenaline into my body.
I race forward,
Hungry for the warmth.
Can I be rescued?
Will I perish out here?
Thoughts speed through my mind
And I start to shake.
The light grows larger.
A lone streetlight
Shines through the gloom
And pulls me towards it
Like a beacon.
I wander towards it
And bask in its heat.
Looking around,
I see my home.
Striding towards me
Is my mother
She asks where I was
And hugs me.
Erm... Eighth grade crap VI.
Okay, so I wrote this one for English as well. I didn't turn this specific version in, however. It's stupid.
The Witching Hour
Flickers like a match
The reflection of the sun does
In the mirror my sunglasses make
As I walk down the desolate trail.
No one has been here
For the longest time
The undisturbed leaves tell me
As I race along.
Trees loom out from the shadows
The setting sun casts into
The darkening forest
And I start to hear sounds…
Could they be animals?
Ghosts? Goblins?
Killers?
Or am I just paranoid?
The darkness falls faster
And my eyes dart around
As I exhale the ice
That is my breath.
The cold causes me to shiver
And shake like one of the leaves on
The surrounding trees
The wind begins to whistle through.
I pull my coat closer to my chin
And button it up higher
To keep away the frost
Nipping at my body.
The sun is gone now.
How do I get home?
Am I going the right way?
I think I’m lost.
Suddenly a glimmer of light
Forces adrenaline into my body.
I race forward
Hungry for the night.
Animal instincts take over
I hurl off my coat
That begins to weigh me down
As I hurdle through the dark.
What’s happening to me?
It’s like a spell, cast by a demon
Is captivating my senses
And forcing me to go on.
My skin starts to prickle
And feels like it’s about to tear
Open in huge rips
As if caused by a knife.
A horrid howl escapes my lips
Yet I push on
Farther, farther
My feet start to slip.
And I go down hard
Onto the moist leaves
I feel my body quivering
And shaking uncontrollably.
The fur starts to spread
And my limbs itch
Like an insect is crawling
Up and down my spine.
Senses failing,
I seem to fall into a slumber
So deep
It seems that I will never wake.
Morning comes.
The sun burns my eyes
I turn away
And glare at the ground.
I don't know where
I've ended up;
What is this place?
So strange to my eyes.
‘Twas the witching hour
And I was cursed
By one, or many
That felt it so.
I was a beast,
A creature so terrible
That they were thought not to exist
Except for those that had experienced it.
Ever been a werewolf?
The Witching Hour
Flickers like a match
The reflection of the sun does
In the mirror my sunglasses make
As I walk down the desolate trail.
No one has been here
For the longest time
The undisturbed leaves tell me
As I race along.
Trees loom out from the shadows
The setting sun casts into
The darkening forest
And I start to hear sounds…
Could they be animals?
Ghosts? Goblins?
Killers?
Or am I just paranoid?
The darkness falls faster
And my eyes dart around
As I exhale the ice
That is my breath.
The cold causes me to shiver
And shake like one of the leaves on
The surrounding trees
The wind begins to whistle through.
I pull my coat closer to my chin
And button it up higher
To keep away the frost
Nipping at my body.
The sun is gone now.
How do I get home?
Am I going the right way?
I think I’m lost.
Suddenly a glimmer of light
Forces adrenaline into my body.
I race forward
Hungry for the night.
Animal instincts take over
I hurl off my coat
That begins to weigh me down
As I hurdle through the dark.
What’s happening to me?
It’s like a spell, cast by a demon
Is captivating my senses
And forcing me to go on.
My skin starts to prickle
And feels like it’s about to tear
Open in huge rips
As if caused by a knife.
A horrid howl escapes my lips
Yet I push on
Farther, farther
My feet start to slip.
And I go down hard
Onto the moist leaves
I feel my body quivering
And shaking uncontrollably.
The fur starts to spread
And my limbs itch
Like an insect is crawling
Up and down my spine.
Senses failing,
I seem to fall into a slumber
So deep
It seems that I will never wake.
Morning comes.
The sun burns my eyes
I turn away
And glare at the ground.
I don't know where
I've ended up;
What is this place?
So strange to my eyes.
‘Twas the witching hour
And I was cursed
By one, or many
That felt it so.
I was a beast,
A creature so terrible
That they were thought not to exist
Except for those that had experienced it.
Ever been a werewolf?
Erm... Eighth grade crap V.
Haha another one of those "I have no idea where this came from" kind of things. Song or poem, I don't really know.
No Name
Girl
Wearing all her shabby clothes
Knowing
Her life is at a close
Searching
For all of the answers
What do you mean you don't know her?
Stalker
Getting high on your life
Waiting
In the shadows with a knife
Hoping
That you will just walk by
What do you mean you can't see him?
People on the streets, people of the night
People doing bad, people doing right
People falling in with the trends
People living free until the end
Mother
Trying to feed her children
Knowing
Where she has never been
Looking
For something to eat
What do you mean you won't help her?
Man
Sitting in the corner
Wishing
That he was warmer
Lurking
Deep inside the alleys
What do you mean you don't see him?
People on the streets, people of the night
People doing bad, people doing right
People falling in with the trends
People living free until the end
Teacher
Smacking all his students
Working
Them like they are rodents
Falling
Under the weight of their hands
And now I know that you don't care.
No Name
Girl
Wearing all her shabby clothes
Knowing
Her life is at a close
Searching
For all of the answers
What do you mean you don't know her?
Stalker
Getting high on your life
Waiting
In the shadows with a knife
Hoping
That you will just walk by
What do you mean you can't see him?
People on the streets, people of the night
People doing bad, people doing right
People falling in with the trends
People living free until the end
Mother
Trying to feed her children
Knowing
Where she has never been
Looking
For something to eat
What do you mean you won't help her?
Man
Sitting in the corner
Wishing
That he was warmer
Lurking
Deep inside the alleys
What do you mean you don't see him?
People on the streets, people of the night
People doing bad, people doing right
People falling in with the trends
People living free until the end
Teacher
Smacking all his students
Working
Them like they are rodents
Falling
Under the weight of their hands
And now I know that you don't care.
Erm... Eighth grade crap IV.
Haha just a little song I came up with in about ten minutes, after sitting in the car while waiting for my mom when she was looking through a furniture store. The side door was rusted over, but it didn't look like it led to the main building, so I began my speculations.
Rusty Door
I never thought that I would find
Such a thing outside my mind
A barrier that calls to me
I need to open it, let's go see
What's behind the
Rusty Door
Do you think that you could find it?
Rusty Door
Do you know what is behind it?
Orange on the outside, unknown on the in
It's quiet enough to drop a pin
Let's cause a clatter, let's make some noise
And out will the come the girls and boys
Who are hiding behind the
Rusty Door
Do you think that you could find it?
Rusty Door
Do you know what is behind it?
The door is cracked, let's go inside
I'm quite excited about what we'll find
Could it be riches, fame, or more?
Hurry now, children, get in there before
They come to get us
Rusty Door
I never thought that I would find
Such a thing outside my mind
A barrier that calls to me
I need to open it, let's go see
What's behind the
Rusty Door
Do you think that you could find it?
Rusty Door
Do you know what is behind it?
Orange on the outside, unknown on the in
It's quiet enough to drop a pin
Let's cause a clatter, let's make some noise
And out will the come the girls and boys
Who are hiding behind the
Rusty Door
Do you think that you could find it?
Rusty Door
Do you know what is behind it?
The door is cracked, let's go inside
I'm quite excited about what we'll find
Could it be riches, fame, or more?
Hurry now, children, get in there before
They come to get us
Erm... Eighth grade crap III.
This is a song, written in early 2007. My brother was playing some unknown video game, and started yelling at a guy in a subway he was walking through. He said "Hey, Mister Subway!" and suddenly this popped into my head.
Mister Subway
Hey Mister Subway
Old black hat and a worn brown jacket
Hey Mister Subway
Playing that music that most would call racket
Hey Mister Subway
You ask for a penny, I’ll give you a dime
Hey Mister Subway
Your days have seen and lost their prime
Hey Mister Subway
Painting on the walls, over all the writing
Hey Mister Subway
When the conductor strolls past, your tongue you are biting
Hey Mister Subway
Does your lady believe that you have a job?
Hey Mister Subway
Every day you come home and say you were robbed
Chorus
Hey Mister Subway
Riding that train’s been getting you nowhere
Barely got the fares for another time through
Missus Subway’s been looking for you
Hey Mister Subway
You’re licking your lips and wiping your eyes
Hey Mister Subway
Food for you is the ultimate prize
Hey Mister Subway
You started out nowhere and you’re back again
Hey Mister Subway
I’m sure that someone would lend you a hand
Hey Mister Subway
You have a blue face and you like to cry
Hey Mister Subway
It seems like you’re about to die
Hey Mister Subway
You’re fifty-nine and counting, now
Hey Mister Subway
Your story is through, so take a bow
Chorus
Hey Mister Subway
Riding that train’s been getting you nowhere
Barely got the fares for another time through
Missus Subway’s been looking for you
Mister Subway
Hey Mister Subway
Old black hat and a worn brown jacket
Hey Mister Subway
Playing that music that most would call racket
Hey Mister Subway
You ask for a penny, I’ll give you a dime
Hey Mister Subway
Your days have seen and lost their prime
Hey Mister Subway
Painting on the walls, over all the writing
Hey Mister Subway
When the conductor strolls past, your tongue you are biting
Hey Mister Subway
Does your lady believe that you have a job?
Hey Mister Subway
Every day you come home and say you were robbed
Chorus
Hey Mister Subway
Riding that train’s been getting you nowhere
Barely got the fares for another time through
Missus Subway’s been looking for you
Hey Mister Subway
You’re licking your lips and wiping your eyes
Hey Mister Subway
Food for you is the ultimate prize
Hey Mister Subway
You started out nowhere and you’re back again
Hey Mister Subway
I’m sure that someone would lend you a hand
Hey Mister Subway
You have a blue face and you like to cry
Hey Mister Subway
It seems like you’re about to die
Hey Mister Subway
You’re fifty-nine and counting, now
Hey Mister Subway
Your story is through, so take a bow
Chorus
Hey Mister Subway
Riding that train’s been getting you nowhere
Barely got the fares for another time through
Missus Subway’s been looking for you
Erm... Eighth grade crap II.
I don't really know where this one came from... I wrote it in like five minutes during study hall one day. What can I say? I was bored.
-No Name-
The monsters that live beneath my bed
Should be called the monsters inside my head
They cause me to shake and shiver in fear
Try not to tell me that they’ll never be here
They have names, just as all others do
They can hurt, but they can help too
Hate, love, life, death
These ones I speak in a single breath
Loathing, killing, hurting, dying
When these occur I run off crying
Help, care, give, pray
These are the ones that get me through the day
For some people now, all that’s left is a ghost
To remind me of what I have to fear the most
Corruption, greed, selfishness, pain
These are the ones that affect my brain
Running away doesn’t solve everything
Sometimes I just need to bring
Myself back to reality, back to the present
So I can help the world become what it isn’t.
-No Name-
The monsters that live beneath my bed
Should be called the monsters inside my head
They cause me to shake and shiver in fear
Try not to tell me that they’ll never be here
They have names, just as all others do
They can hurt, but they can help too
Hate, love, life, death
These ones I speak in a single breath
Loathing, killing, hurting, dying
When these occur I run off crying
Help, care, give, pray
These are the ones that get me through the day
For some people now, all that’s left is a ghost
To remind me of what I have to fear the most
Corruption, greed, selfishness, pain
These are the ones that affect my brain
Running away doesn’t solve everything
Sometimes I just need to bring
Myself back to reality, back to the present
So I can help the world become what it isn’t.
Erm... Eighth grade crap.
Ehhh wrote this one for English. It's not so great.
The Game
Guns splatter bullets against the walls
of the small house, and
soldiers march up and down the halls;
Ready to take their land.
Cannons boom, the airplanes hum,
gunshots echo o’er the hills.
Troops, they just continue to come
until the war has had its fill.
Of plastic, metal, wood galore.
Bodies cover every inch.
Yet in they stream- more and more.
They take refuge inside the ditch.
Bombs rain down, gunfire joins.
Anger continues to spur them on.
Innocent families lose their coins
to fuel the hunger of the gun.
Many protest, few go home;
they lost their lives, and somehow more.
Depression covers them like a dome.
It chills us all down to the core.
When finally, one last man stands;
he raises his weapon into the air
before throwing it down, upon the ground.
The war is finally done- here.
The Game
Guns splatter bullets against the walls
of the small house, and
soldiers march up and down the halls;
Ready to take their land.
Cannons boom, the airplanes hum,
gunshots echo o’er the hills.
Troops, they just continue to come
until the war has had its fill.
Of plastic, metal, wood galore.
Bodies cover every inch.
Yet in they stream- more and more.
They take refuge inside the ditch.
Bombs rain down, gunfire joins.
Anger continues to spur them on.
Innocent families lose their coins
to fuel the hunger of the gun.
Many protest, few go home;
they lost their lives, and somehow more.
Depression covers them like a dome.
It chills us all down to the core.
When finally, one last man stands;
he raises his weapon into the air
before throwing it down, upon the ground.
The war is finally done- here.
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