Emotion management

 Side ways

 

1.I used to write stuff,

That was way back when,

I still put out content

Every now and then.

 

2.I used to look out

For friendships and men,

The last ones are ghosts,

The first – comedians.

 

3.I planted flowers

In a backyard den,

No one noticed them,

They died in the end.

 

4.I walk on side ways

With nothing to spend;

The moment I care

I’m let down again.

It struck me / Sorry not sorry, life was never easy

 All I ever did

 

It’s never what’s inside,

But the things you wear,

Everything is fine,

Just don’t show a tear,

Because once detected

It’s so hard to repair.

 

It’s hard to find a job,

Even harder to bear,

Something for which no school

Will ever prepare;

Sorry to disappoint you,

In case you’re not aware,

All I ever did was pretend to care.

It's complicated

 Out of grace

 

One minute I bath in moonlight,

Next thing I know I hate the night,

Don’t try to understand, alright?

 

One minute I feel so damn woke,

The next I think it’s a bad joke,

What do you take me for, my bloke?

 

I’m saddest when I go to work,

But even more so when I’m broke,

This life’s but a slippery slope!

 

I’m happy when among my friends,

But more so when the evening ends,

After all, everyone pretends.

 

I complicate all things easy,

No it’s not you, it’s me,

Don’t try to understand honey.

 

Oh yes, I am but a lost case,

Fallen way too far out of place,

But not completely out of grace.

Uninterested

 hey señora

 

1.No tears are pouring,

No hearts are roaring,

I sit here thinking

You are so boring.

 

2.No golden tiara,

Please no hey señora!

No people left

Like Che Guevara.

 

3.No rebel faction

Means no attraction,

You’re all so boring,

No satisfaction.

 

4.No wings are soaring,

No landscapes jarring,

Please excuse me,

I’m gone exploring.

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

 Harpies

 

1.Maybe some wounds need salt,

Some souls a thunderbolt,

Some bridges must be burnt,

Some photos must be torn.

 

2.Sometimes you need a knife

To cut chords that hold tight

And snap like a hot lace

Straight into someone’s face.

 

3.Sometimes you need not fear,

The consequence is clear,

Pride can hurt to the core,

Swallowing it hurts more.

Rap song about three little bitches

 Corporatist environment – Species 4

 

I don’t care about your religion,

You pious little bitch,

When you’re the Inquisition

And I am the witch.

I don’t care that your child

Threw up in the car

And to be quite honest,

I care about nothing so far.

 

I don’t care that you roll your eyes

Eleven times per sentence,

I only sense the fear inside

And no sign of repentence.

I don’t care that you spent

Millions at the hair salon,

The only thing I see is that

You look like a balloon.

 

I don’t care about

The state of your home country,

You don’t like it in here?

Complain to the Almighty.

I don’t care if I’m banished,

You give me such headaches,

Each time I hear your English

I feel like my heart breaks.

Lost things / I want to start anew

 Petals and photos

 

1.One by one,

Like petals of a wild flower,

Shrinking in shape,

Diminishing in power.

 

2.One by one,

Like falling stars on a night sky,

Will I catch one

Before I finally die?

 

3.Just like that,

A circle is the perfect shape,

No finish line,

I will always be too late.

 

4.One by one,

Photos fall down from the ceiling

And with each shot,

I feel my heart is peeling.

Dream on

 Imaginary life

 

1.Nobody knows the way I feel,

It’s beautiful ’cuz it’s not real.

So many stars fall on the floor,

I don’t have hands to catch them all.

 

2.My boy just came out from the mist,

Of course he did, he don’t exist!

But I still dream once in a while

Of made-up things which make me smile.

 

3.Nobody knows the ways I go

To hide it all, not let it show.

And you know what? I will not stop,

Not even hunger wakes me up.

Sometimes it can't be helped

 Done

 

1.If I stopped sending signs on purpose,

Looked happy only on the surface,

Just to maintain a hollow circus,

You wouldn’t mind, you wouldn’t notice.

 

2.If I gave up sobriety

To grab attention onto me,

It would be done half-heartedly,

You would look, but you wouldn’t see.

 

3.I am a painting in pastel

No one would buy, no one would sell,

I bid you a silent farewell,

You wouldn’t know, you wouldn’t tell.

Damaged goods

 Fossilized

 

1.There is an extrovert

Living inside of me,

Wanting to express herself

And longing to be free,

Despite how I explain

That noise is not the thing,

Clamour does not mean freedom,

It’s only annoying.

 

2.There is an extrovert

Trying to help me out,

She knows what she is saying,

What life is all about.

If only she walked out

Someplace where I can’t hear,

Because if I shoot myself

I, too, might disappear.

 

3.There is an extrovert

Looking out through my eyes,

But she cannot take control;

My skin is fossilized.

If she talks with my mouth

It disconnects the mind

And all that passes through it

Is just a hopeless sigh.

:)

 Six packs

 

1.Incapable,

Not like I should,

Slipped too far off the tracks.

Might be deranged,

When I look down

At least I have six packs.

 

2.Superficial,

Head in the clouds,

How can you really tell?

Intelligent

And judgemental

Don’t go together well.

 

3.Took me some time

To realize

The thing I had to learn.

Work out a bit

And love yourself

Even when you are torn.

Useless comparisons

 End of time

 

1.No use in comparing

Lightning with thunder,

Add each one up,

You get the same number.

 

2.No use in comparing

Lilies with roses,

At the end of summer

Each flower decomposes.

 

3.No use in comparing

A storm with ripples,

The first can heal,

While the second cripples.

 

4.No use in comparing

Your troubles with mine,

They are both the same

At the end of time.

Double standards and other crap

 My enemy

 

Sometimes I’m sick of

Sages, priests and poets who are born

To praise the beauty of the flowers

Without thorns.

 

Sometimes I’m sick of

Vassals who speak only to complain,

When they love nothing more than their own

Iron chain.

 

Sometimes I shut down

Songs which make me feel misunderstood,

Because the singers only like me

When I’m good.

 

It became clear why

My religion often asked of me

To look around and maybe love

My enemy.

Simple rhymes, I hate poverty

 9 to 5

 

1.I wish I had

A 9 to 5,

I’d work all day,

Enjoy the night.

 

2.I’d work so hard,

But feel so free,

When work would not

Belong to me.

 

3.I wish I had

A 9 to 5,

If no one spoke,

I wouldn’t mind.

 

4.Nothing hurts like

The past mistakes,

It’s plain to hear

How my heart breaks.

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 Dream

 

1.As yourself,

Or in disguise,

You’ve got

The most beautiful eyes.

 

2.Is it real,

Or just a dream?

This night

Is nothing but a whim.

 

3.Are your eyes

Blue or dark green,

They are

Much deeper than they seem.

 

4.Worry not,

My lips are sealed,

This whim –

Too perfect to be killed.

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 Letter to someone

 

1.And even if it cannot be,

If no one sees what I can see,

They only see catastrophe,

I live for you, you live through me.

 

2.Despite everything I’ve been taught,

I learned to doubt, and doubt a lot;

Sometimes I question my own thought

If there’s a glowing piece I caught.

 

3.Despite everything that I’ve read,

To know my place, not go ahead,

How awfully we are misled,

Instead of slepping, better dead.

 

4.Even if it’s not meant to do,

I saw the place where you once grew,

That place is not meant to be true,

You live through me, I live for you.

Waiting for the bus

 Wings

 

1.There’s something outside these walls,

Been living in a village and it took its toll,

A luggage under my bed,

I didn’t choose this place, it’s killing me instead.

 

2.There’s something I can’t explain,

Must have been the weight of an imaginary chain,

Setting me free from prison

Of a thousand hands, must have been a legion.

 

3.There’s nothing quite like my wings,

They outweight all the imaginary things,

There’s nothing quite like these dreams,

Which rip tissue and tear ideas at their seams.

In poverty I dream of labour / Wish I was normal

 Fall

 

1.In the midst of winter

My heart became a snowflake,

And it touched the ground

With the force of an earthquake.

 

2.At the dawn of spring

It slipped into a river,

And melted away,

Too cold to even shiver.

 

3.In the midst of summer

Things will be set free,

But the wait is too long,

I won’t be here to see.­­

I'm so sad I could write a poem

 Bad joke

 

1.My life is in ruins,

I ruined it myself,

Like an ancient writing

Turns to dust when on its shelf.

 

2.I didn’t ask for one,

But can we have two, please?

One for entertainment,

One for falling on your knees.

 

3.When did it become this?

When did it fall apart,

A silent domino

Aiming straight at my heart.

 

4.My life is a bad joke,

I stumble in my dreams

And when I look around

It’s just me not laughing.

If you come only when you need me: GTFO.

 Running out

 

1.I’m running out of patience,

You’re running out of time,

At least where I am at now

I don’t count every dime.

 

2.I’m running out of feelings,

You’re running out of soul,

Somehow your broken pieces

Don’t add to make a whole.

 

3.I’m running out that door now,

Out of ways to look sad,

What can I say, man up girl,

The pain lies in your head.

 

4.What is the last thing you see

When you look at the sky?

They say forgiveness tastes sweet,

But revenge makes you high.