Walking
Away
Standing in the
middle
as it turns me around
no more darkness
no more fighting
bask in the light
and think of nothing
and everything
as it all comes
no more anger
no more hate
peace is hard to find as
silence that doesn't pierce
noise that doesn't crowd
and I can smile
what was lost now is found
and I say
no more falling
no more rebelling
softly, slowly, smoothly
I make my getaway
take a new approach
take a new life
take a new breath
it's a new day....
By
S.O.S
|
Cutting Remarks
''The
truth should not be used as a weapon''
The teacher said
I was told too late
I went straight ahead and impaled every person
That I have grown to hate.
''There goes that knife again''
''no hard feelings hun'' I say
As heads roll across the floor
Their wails, screams and complaints
Just make me hate them even more.
Some are copping on
Little Sherlock Holmes's
They deserve medals
They tell me I'm beautiful
I strap them to the pedals.
Set the bikes to sprint
They're complimenting me
But I listen for the ammo
To back up this dirty deed
They offer friendship and love
A lighter is what I need.
The hair begins to scorch and turn black
And it used to be so pretty too
That's what nabbed him you know
Forced him unto one knee
He put her on a pedestal
And got her and dumped me.
Yes its terrible,
Awful, disgusting
Ghastly, what I have done
But the abrasive truth is
It was fun.
She's the only one left now,
Strange, I thought she was weak
She'll not make it to hell
God will welcome her, our little angel
I smile at her and finish myself off as well.
By Hedgehog
|
Ironic
Somewhere in the midst,
of confusion,
you find clarity.
In the sea of sorrow
sometimes,
can find happiness.
It's the irony I love,
the hypoicrisy of life,
that makes it
so worth it.
It's the game we play,
It's the thrill I love.
The antartic can be
warm as hell
if your angry enough
The hastiest desicions
are often
my best ones
And the most planned
almost always
crash to the ground
The biggest suprises
can turn out
to be forever expected
It's the irony I love,
The hypocrisy of life,
that makes it,
so much fun.
It's the hill we climb
It's the fall that I love
For without the twists
and turns,
and bumps,
Without this irony,
that makes us groan,
Life would be no fun.
It's the irony I love
It's the hypochrisy of life,
That makes it worth it.
By
S.O.S
|