Fuck the SystemThis is the poem that will change the world. It's about;Fuck the System5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lonely nights when
Waking up is the last thing you
Want even when the
Risk of night terrors could have
You screaming into the night.
It's about sex, drugs, and
Even more sex because love doesn't
Exist in a world like ours.
We'll spend our whole lives waking
In different strangers' beds
Until we find one that smells like home.
It's about growing up too fast and
The pursuit of happiness.
Coloring outside the lines.
Fighting the system and breaking the rules.
It's about stardust
Dreaming, wishing, and kissing.
This poem is about the fat girl who still manages to call herself beautiful.
The drug addict who still has a family to go home to.
The widow who can still smile for his children each day.
The rebel who strives to be different.
The child who's always wanted to fly
And the young poet who dreams of changing the world.
Dear LadyShe spends her time ballroom dancing with the dead,Dear Lady5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And there isn't a dark tale she hasn't yet read.
She likes black dresses trimmed in matching lace,
Carries herself with a ghoulish sort of dainty grace.
She says that sad songs are what feed her soul,
While cemeteries are her favorite places to take a stroll.
You can see madness when you look in her eyes,
Perhaps even the spectre of your own demise.
And there is something so very odd about her kiss,
A feeling like some writhing thing come from a dark abyss.
An affection so beautiful yet so dark and so strange,
That with every touch I feel my mind derange.
It is true that I love her quite dearly,
But it's frightening that she knows death so clearly.
For sometimes when we lay side by side
To linger and laugh and let our souls collide,
I can feel my hold on reality beginning to waive
And I know she'll be the one to take me to my grave.