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(The commas are placed where there are pauses. It goes in a kind of rhythm....)



I cant believe what you just said
I cant believe that you are dead

You looked at me, Turned your head, said that you, would soon be dead.
"Listen close, her it goes, the last words of a poor old soul."

I cant believe what you said
I cant believe that you're now dead

You told me not to chase them girls, you told me how to change the world,
You told me gold can come from crap,
You told me to never ever go back, On my word, because, in this world, you sure need friends.

I cant believe all the things you said
I cant believe that you are dead

You told me things, about your past, you said that you could never look back,
On those days, when it would rain, the days that you spent in the drain,
A lonely man, lost and alone, you told me these things, so I would know, what its like, how it's been, to live with the pain like you did.

I cant believe the things you said.
But now I know that you are dead,
but the words you spoke can't be undone,
They'll be with me till I'm gone.

Feelings in the Air.

I feel it.
Change is in the air.
I don't know from where or how it got here.
I'm not sure if its the type of change I can bare.
And no one seems to be aware.
But I can feel it in the air.

I'm not sure if it is for the better.
Maybe global warming plans to make the world a little wetter.
Or maybe humans will change forever.
People seem to be getting fed up.
But every time I look up in the sky
I know why
Because i can feel it in the air.

Sometimes I sit and wonder.
Will I be alive when the world turns asunder?
Sometimes I sit back and ponder.
Will I be different from the latter?
When the apocalypse comes
And the world is done
Will I be happy with what I've done?
Will I be one with myself or will I succumb
Not sure if I can win.
Its a trap that I'm stuck in
A black hole I was sucked in
Yet, its all in my mind.
How could anyone not see through the disguise?
It should all fade away, if I try.
But for now i sit back and think,
When the end of days comes,
Ill see what I'm made of,
And I can feel it in the air.

The Drifter Pt. 1

I awake.
Its half past four.
There's someone knocking on my door.
I get up, the blanket falls to the floor.
There's a strange score, of music, flowing through my head.
I open the door, to find a man half dead.
"Please can you help, a poor man out, would you mind if I came in, and slept on your couch?"
He was a drifter.
Traveling alone.
Without a place, to call his home.
I felt sorry for this man, who traveled alone.
Without even a penny to call his own.
So I welcomed him in, and he told me a story.
About a strong willed man and a girl named Laurie.
The tale was tall, and I didn't believe it.
But the man looked tired.
I gave him a blanket and we retired.

I awake for the second time, a quarter to noon.
Morning always comes to soon.
As I walk out of my room, wipe the crust from my eyes.
Look on the couch, and realize the poor man had died.
Tear stains on his face, Scared look in his eye.
Im thinking, why did this man have to die?
And why did he come by, in the first place?
Was he sent for a reason, is this fate?
Invisible hands grip my throat, leave me gasping for air.
I fall backward, and land in a chair.
I look over to the table next to me.
A note is there.
Is this destiny?

Lost

He stands there, singing a warriors song.
But its dead, all the confidence is gone
He carries it on
But the notes fall flat
Falling, into the darkness so black.
The only way home is a blood stained path
He can never go back
Unless, hes takes a trip down memory lane
A place so filled with pain, it would fry your brain
His tears fall, like rain down a drain
The memories hit him
Like a runaway train.

The bullets spray past, "Oh My God, the village is under attack!"
Black smoke fills the air
Covering scared stares
The smell of burning hair,
Welcomes the death, destruction and despair.
Aware, that he may never leave alive
All he has left is strive
He doesn't want to die
He runs until his mouth is dry, and more.
His body is sore
He ran until he hit the floor.
He wakes up as the skies clear
His mind is forever gripped by fear
His life goes on,
But does anybody care?
He tries to comfort himself, but the answers aren't near.

So he stands there,
Singing his broken song,
It lacks passion,
He doesn't think he can go on.
They spared his life but took his heart,
Eyes lost their spark,
Hes stuck in the dark,
He wants to get out,
But doesn't know how to start.

Prologue to a non existant Book

Wrote this in creative writing, which in truth is not creative at all at my school. Thats a rant for a different time. Anyway....Here it is.

The night was blacker than a smokers lungs. Colder than the heart of a villain. And just as remorseless. A crisp breeze blew through the abandoned streets. Carrying his breathe away. And with it, the first brown leaves of autumn. The silence was ringing in his ears, enveloping him. If he didn't know better, he would believe he was the only human left in the abandoned metropolis. The crunch of a foot demolishing a leaf echoed, forlornly across the darkness. He stopped, fear clutched his heart. It overrode his brain with its dark tendrils of influence. With his new found fear came alertness. A responding crunch sounded in the distance. His muscles tensed, waiting to strike. He braced himself for the impending conflict. Seconds dripped by slowly in his dismal paranoia. After what seemed like years, he relaxed his muscles, and preceded to his destination. It was an echo, it had to be. He repeated that mantra in his mind, locked into the insanity that is fear, so busy soothing his mind, he failed to hear the stealthy footfalls his silent assailant.

Freedom of Action

A bird flies elegantly through the sky.

Shot down in the name of fun.

It had no where to run.

Its time on earth is done.

I watch the rising of the sun.

Breathe in a gust of air.

Life just ain't fair.

They throw the switch on the electric chair.

Who dare defies the government?

Me.

I'm here.

Heaven sent.

An instrument, clearer of minds.

Convicted of thought crime.

Defilers to the constitution.

I defy the mind set of the population.

Producer of revelations, met with apprehension.

Some crave attention, I crave redemption.

Redeem my country where I reside.

Please god tell me why, is there still genocide?

Thousands of homicides.

Government funded suicide.

Fear in the eyes of the masses.

Empty are the hourglasses.

Life goes on, while time passes.

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Don't fear.

Prepare for the hurt.

The sun collides with the earth.

Humans lose their worth.

People just don't understand the words that flow from my pen because their brains within just can't comprehend.

Do they even try?

Just waiting to die.

Don't cry.

Don't ask why.

Just try, say the word, save the world.