Sane Asylum

Life's spinning out
Screams and shouts heard all about.
You look to see who's there to assist
But only find those who lambaste.

Friends and foes
staying safe in their padded cells.
Logical chaos rules the scene
Your only wish, to come out clean.

Inner Thoughts

What to do?
Where to go?
Who to rely on?
When will it be done?

Feelings so deep.
Calls from within.
Hatred of this.
Knowing it's all for the best.

Lost in this knowledge.
Finding my way home.
Needing someone to help me.
There seems to be no one.

Knowing he knows.
This is so crazy.
Depression is here.
Love is there too.

What the hell is this?
The confusion sets in.
What's wrong from right?
Wait, I love him?!

Same Old Shit

All these songs
All they play
All the stuff I hear
Say the same old shit.



"You drag me down"
"You pull me under"
"You keep me here"
But still the same old shit.



I long for something
I long for change
I long for whatever it is
Just not the same old shit.



Something's gotta give
Somethings just got to happen
Something's changing as we speak
Changing this same old shit.

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Feeling like that not-so-special somone to no one.


Empty, abused, confused.



Alone, decrepid.


Dead.

Built To Suit

Composing images,
Drawing words,
And feeling thoughts.
That's what a poet does.
Envisioning things
never before seen,
Creation,but with a twist.
Short and drawn out
or long and sweet
whatever the tastes,
A poet can accomodate.
Depressing,
Oppressing,
uplifting,
deadly.
Pick a theme
Any theme
And I'll candy coat
to perfection
and beyond.

Forgotten

Flying swiftly
Through the night,
Wings of wisdom,
Hooves of might.


Silently soaring
Through silvery sheets
Of heavenly light
Known as moon beams.


Landing daintily
Upon the heath,
Her soft eyes seeing
The hope she bequeathed.


Radiance subdued
In the murk of the scene
The heartbreak of feud
Tearing her seams.


Discretely deplored,
She departs from this earth,
Ne'er to return
To the world of her birth.

Love's Void

No one to see,
Nothing to touch,
No reason to go on.

Filling this void of a long lost love
Is easier said than done by far.
Emptiness is all that’s left.
Loneliness is my only friend.

Reaching for a substance I cannot touch.
Yearning for a love that will never be.
Searching for a light that is not there.
Healing wounds which are too deep.

Filling this void of a long lost love
Is easier said than done by far.
Emptiness in my heart with
Loneliness as my friend

Nothing to touch
No one to hold
No reason.
None.

The Edge

Confused about a ton of shit.
Don't know when the fuck it'll quit.

Living a life, it seems, of lies.
If only they saw through my eyes.

Lost, alone, so fucking scared.
Where the hell could I have erred?

I'm crying out to no one maybe?
Yet, they claim they don't hate me.

"Always smiling, never satisfied".
You have no clue that I lied.

Do I really put up a facade?
You'd never think I'd be so odd.

Stooping to a lower level.
Just gimme a spot and my favorite shovel.

The Little Fuck Up

Everyone's judging
"Why would she succeed?"

The youngest of two,
The fuck up of three.

"You can't choose your family."
but, they can choose to love me?!

I thought I was "his girl",
turns out, only with pay.

She wants me to be happy,
but only in her way.

"Familiarity breeds contempt"
I'm always hers to betray...

Take a guess who these three be.
Yup, you got it,
My immediate family.
A father, a mother, and an older sis
Sooner than later, it'll be my ass that they kiss.

Pain for Lacking

So I stand here
and watch you everyday I can.

Do you see me?

Can you feel me?

Do you love me as I love you?

If not, tell me now,
for my heart can't take
much more of this.

It's tearing itself up
for want of you,
but lacking just as much

Unheard

the sun sets;
the clouds move in;
darkness encroaches
upon her mental din

of a shouting silence;
loudly shutting
all that would grow.
now instead, she's dying.

once brightly shining,
now drab and cold;
charisma gone;
her soul; too old.

echos resound
against the walls;
they want to be heard
by more than she who calls.

it will never end,
the past will never die;
so all's that's left
is for her to cry.