| The turbulance of this twenty-something tyraid is anything but typical. I feel the urgency of this voice inside me dying. Your rules roadblock my creativity and your laws limit what was once a limitless well of wonderfully witty words, whatever their origin. If I imagine a world we could all live in, you open my eyes to one we can't even survive in. My heart hangs low over a beaten path, littered with discarded dreams and ideals. Even now I look to end this thought as to keep things within my television age attention span. |
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| Again |
| Rolling over and alone, somehow sober yet stoned. I hear the shower, and the rain, and hope the pain won't remain too long. You and I, like a conversation, back and forth, over and over, colder and colder. Routine surprise and the usual spontaneous delight. Am I tired of you, or me, or me and you? Go silently and tiredly 'til the irony of our meeting fades. I'm not so spellbound, and your ideas don't seem so sound, anymore. Dizzy from last night and nauseous from this morning I pretend to be asleep and you pretend to let me sleep as we both let you walk out the door. |
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| Its about being frustrated not about hate. Its about being angry and speaking for change. I don't wanna hit you, why you wanna fight me? Stop thinking about what the problem is. Stand and walk out your door with something to say. There's a bigger problem than anything you fear. Its believing what you're told and not questioning what you hear. I can't tell you what's wrong. Its just something you can feel. Start a revolution of the mind and soul. |
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| Stagger Stumble Fuck you I don't care and I'm surprisingly comfortable with that |