Zombies

Zombies are pacing the streets...
examples of a chosen defeat

Where government rules the truth
and tells us what we have to do

But look past those robotic faces
and look to brand new places

Because revolution starts now
and voices need to be sound

Bass Whore

Listening to the music,
my head goes off in space,
I need to see a doctor,
I'm addicted to the bass

Electric skies and lazer lights,
Kandi-kids in neon tights
DJ turn that shit up loud,
Can't get enough of funky sound!!

Music makes my soul sour,
I'm a fucking bass-whore...
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Music is my life. Literally.

Conversation with my Mind

Empty judgments
"Hypocrite!"
What of these voices?
"Your conscious stupid!"
Bullying asshole!

Your mind speaks through esteem.

Hmm, I can do this!!
Like that?
"Sure, like that"
HA!!
"Take it down a notch!"
Nagging ass.

Overcome it! The mind is but a device.

Sometimes I just think to much...about nothing...

My mind likes to tell me I'm less then what I am...

The truth is...If I just overcome the nagging, asshole voice of my ego, then I could progress.

Happy

I'm happy as ME

happy to BE happy

Yet judgment prevails

clue to the oldest me

I hand out kudos

only to receive despite

My philosophy?

FUCK those for hating

the REAL me.

Ana

Control
Strive for the impossible

Watch me waste away,
mission for perfection

Counting days in calories
wasting precious moments
over porclaine and water

weakness for mental calm,
pain for reassurence

She controls me
She leads me
She gives me peace
within turmoil

Words are too weak

Darkness

Tread softly with darkness
take her cool hand,
let her lead you to truth

Blinded by pain
she will plunge her dagger
into your still bearting heart

Leaving you alive
you sputter blood spattered
words onto paper

Dark poetry was born

Let her peel away your skin
exposing a stone heart
and chiseled bones

Let her claw her way
out from inside
spilling intestines on the floor

Darkness can heal
endure pain, find peace

Fuck

I'm tired of pretending.

I'm tired of wearing a mask. Holding it all inside. I can feel the monster inside, clawing me from the inside out.

Chewing on my heart.

I have to pretend so know one sees the truth. I plaster on a smile. You think I'm happy, confident.

In reality I'm black and cold inside.

I help others so that I don't have to face my own pain. Take on a load, so that my own is hidden within it.

Inside I'm dying.

Now does my poetic views make sense?

I doubt it.

After all....they are only words.