adieu.summer blues.More Like This
my shirt is reminiscent of second hand nicotine
and passed up cigarettes.
my heart beats on, devoid of all romance
and full of regret.
the faint taste of espresso lingers on my tongue.
I searched for love, and I found none.
I tried a hookup in the back seat of my car
but stopped before we went too far.
I gazed up at the night sky
and didn't see a single star.
well here we are.
where'd all that time for romance go?
where's the sex?
where's the cigarettes?
where's the poetry?
where's the love?
gone, replaced by ap biology,
"the theology of your body"
Statistics.At times hope seems to wither into dust,More Like This
The glorious shine of life begins to rust,
And truth herself can no longer hold trust
Because her truth is what is killing us.
The world keeps spinning as we all converse.
The lovers keep on loving; I write verse.
The actors meet together to rehearse.
The world cares not one bit for freedom's thirst.
So why should I care if I die tonight?
In the grand scheme of things no one would mind.
Our battle's too hopeless for us to fight,
And death's cold arms are comforting to find.
I will not be another statistic.
I will not die a nameless death unknown.
I will not be just a nameless victim
Of the cold cruelty that this world has shown.
I'll live, and in the future I'll be free.
I give no fucks for those who torture me.
I'll lift my middle finger so they see
That I survived their cold callous cruelty.
Let us all change the world, starting today.
Tomorrow's children will not feel this pain.
Masks and MakeupGrab the brush, take the pen,More Like This
So no one knows what is within.
Spread the blush, line the eyes,
Behind facades of paint he hides.
Hear his laugh? See that smile?
Happiness lasts for a while.
See the spring in his step?
Inside he tries hard to forget.
His joy out matches any other man,
For he's an actor, fancy form of liar.
But a long day has made his face grow sore,
It begs the smile to stop, it is too tired.
See the cloth, see the stains?
Blush is running down the drain.
So the tears in his eyes?
Damned is he once he should die.
He hides behind confidence and security.
But if one tried to look inside,
He would find a boy,