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.

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 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.