You stand here today,
As brave as can be,
You want to fight to win,
But my friend,
Life isn’t all about winning,
You have to lose to learn,
Just how to win.
How???Were are the words
I need to say
but I don't know
how to say them
cause I don't
know what they may be.
My BabyI have a baby on the way
an I can't wait
it's what I have hoped for
an never thought I would get lucky
an have one grow in me
when I gave up an
had no hope
I was lucky
an got what I always wanted
now I can't wait to see it's face
I love You the most.
Point BlankThis bitch is wacke
she thinks it's ok
to just smoke crack
does she care about others?
she only cares
about her next high
you think she cares if she dies???
cause that's what drugs do.
A little but moreA dad
is a guy with a child
that rises an love the child
the kid has there heart
no matter what they will love the child.
will be a dad soon
an he will love an care for the child
just like a real dad should.
UntitledI prove points
I don't chicken out
if a point needs to get out
I let it out.
loud an clear
liars aren't on my side
I kinda wish
they just roll over an die.
RecipeYou said you like your girls
a little psychotic
with a dash of instability,
so I showed you my recipe
with shaky, bloody hands.
Clothes were discarded
and you broke my rib cage open
and shoved a needle full of cyanide
i n m y l u n g s.
(Your insanity was my life support
and I lived off of your insidious words.)
And just as I made friends
with the Grim Reaper,
you abandoned me
and said I was too fucked up for you.
How ironic is it
that my creator
was terrified of me?
He said he liked his girls
a little morbid
with a dash of insanity
so I cut my chest open
and showed him my p o i s o n - f i l l e d l u n g s.
He grabbed my barely-beating heart,
caressed my sunken cheeks
and said, "This is all I care about."
Black EyeThe sense of dread you instill with your look
makes millions quake as if the whole Earth shook.
The world is well aware of the moves you make
But it’s impossible to predict the form it’ll take.
Their sharpest of scholars can’t cleave your disguise,
but I see the darkness that is haloed in your eyes.
Like an inbound disaster you deliver despair
when upon the land you fixate your stare.
Your visage is venom; there’s no point in hoping
that the people can rest with your black eyes open.
With fear as your feed, your appetite amplifies,
and I see the darkness that is haloed in your eyes.
Your timeline, your being, is immersed in obscurity
‘cuz a black eye needs no light to see.
It’s only when you surface to prowl for prey
those opaque orbs emerge to blot out the day.
I see the darkness that is haloed in your eyes;
the shadowed glare that hides your lies.
I sense the sickness plastered oln your face
and know how it spreads with its fetid embrace.
soft eyesEveryone’s in love with chaos,
those wild, red and gold champagne dreams
death and drugs, over-the top Gatsbys and
Romeo and Juliets burning at the altar.
She exhales it all, long green nails,
All-black attire, she wears it too-tight,
red smudge to the side of her lips:
a mystery, a tragedy, a rush.
a life that slips, slides fast,
commanding: they all fall, awed, at her feet,
that goddess of thrilling beauty and dark decay,
magnetic misery becomes her.
But at the end of the day,
when the shiny glamor fades:
she’s left all alone, dull eyes soft,
no more than a forgotten girl with blue-tinged lips,
slipping ever lower in a cooling tub.
Is It Love?If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flame
And eagles, turning, turn to fire
Ash cold, alone I lie
And think of you.
Wasted FleshFlesh, flesh,
Such wasted flesh...
This able-bodied meat.
Defiled by drugs and impurities.
A mind born with clarity,
Yet so blatantly abused.
No harm did you suffer;
Other than harm self inflicted.
Disregarding the hopeless gazes,
Of those who were born without.
No good, no good;
This I cannot abide...
I shall take this flesh from you,
And it shall be tended and made anew.
A gift to those who are deserving,
Of the very gifts you cast aside...
Now then, my dear,
Do stop your screaming.
It will only be painful,
Until your heart stops beating.
- Word of Chen, 1/6/2016
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..
-Choose 10 of your OC's
-Answer the questions
-Then tag 3 people
1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?
2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?
3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?
4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?
5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?
6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?
7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?
8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?
9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?
10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?
11.) Everyone gat
an atheist's prayerdear god,
i planted no tulips in autumn
and no tulips came in spring.
how silly of me, then
to mourn the empty garden,
to long for fields of amsterdam,
to kneel at night in cold dirt,
i’ve learned there is
a certain ache in lacking
a thing never had, that small itch
whose relief is two seasons past –
so god, if you can hear me,
know that i am homesick
whose name, like yours, i know
but whose flowers i cannot see.