I Lay down in the taquinés ouf the misé.
Soutienne d'Ian, soutienne crias
The timing huas to béa préfet
The cloque tics back âne forte
...
Forgiving a lost Soul
Alone in a cell surrounded by death,
The enemies prison guards breathing down my neck,
...
Till death do us part,
my love for you girl,
it's just overflowing,
it's one thing to say,
...
Death surrounds me,
the last soldier standing,
giving up hope is not an option,
fight! we are told,
...
She stares at me
her piercing eyes slice through me
I can't take it
she drives me toward insanity
...
closed up tight
surrounded by fear
don't let loose your tears
get rid of those thoughts
...
My cousins getting married
I'm 1 of his best men
I never knew I meant that much to him
...
When your lips touched mine
I thought my mom would die
I'm her last child
and it makes her cry
...
Rain falls outside
He wonders if
he will last the night.
the doctors help his wife
...
The water shines in the sunlight
Trees sway too and fro
The reflection I see
is one unwanted
...
You've taken away my voice
you've taken away my everything
my heart cries out to you
what I am is all up to you
...
She is everything
That adds a touch of sugar
to the essence of life a beauty
to the man on the phone a long distance relationship
...
beauty is not the hello or goodbye from a lover
beauty is the reaction of being loved
not some waste of tyrannic disloyalty
but soothing atonement from your betrothed
...
Dark Clouds haunt our dreams
our very lives considered immoral
or do we just act freely to judge one another
I dont get it all these lies
...
I'm in High School. I'm an excellent writer, an athlete, a friend, a counselor. but mostly I'm me. I'm also a weight lifter: 400 lbs in deadlift. Most of my friends are in gangs. I have my own The Hungarian Mafia Clan of the midwest A.K.A HMC)
The Machine
Clouded minds,
distorted lies,
confusing thoughts,
controlling sighs,
darkness sighs,
hiding in mist,
disturbed people pass into the abyss,
the epic novel on the shelf, stands alone,
all by itself,
the designers mind is a dangerous gift,
genetically fused with the inventions of man,
darkness looms in every corner,
loosing life with every quarter,
staring at the open gate,
legs go numb as though they're fake,
the human-machine looks away,
he'll never see the light of day,
just a machine nothing more,
Stepping closer to oblivion,
staring down at the devils minion,
loosing conscience before dawn,
the machine looks damaged but not broken,
feel no emotion,
does what he's told,
loosing free will,
to a humans control,
Why? WHY! does the machine still live,
it has no heart, nor no limb,
So how can it be this mysterious machine,
be a creation of someone,
with the likes of me?