hrmm
and here we are, my first drunk post
my first LEGALLY drunk post that is
and here it begins
i get a text message from a person who says they hate me for several reasons, but they fail to realize, i told them what was going on before i left el paso, and i didnt want them to visit me, because i wanted them to get their shit straight, before they threw their money away on me
i know that sounds cliche
but whatever
however you feel about that is your own buisness
im feeling poetic again tonight
but my mind is dead
im feeling this pressure
inside my head
it want to explode
to let loose these thoughts
to let them fly out
but im quietly reserved
you think that im loud
the only voice you hear
is the one from my mouth
if you understood my head,
if you could read my thoughts
youd have an idea of what has been wrought
what has been forged
once upon a time
what has been built,
in the back of my mind
its bleeding itself dry
its loosing all of its blood,
i start falling foreward
i dont catch myself
its pointless, in the end
to see myself fall
my eyes are close and my mind is ready
to take all this pain,
to make my life steady
yeah, ill admit, its easier than it seems
but if you turn your back on yourself
and let yourself fall
youll end up in a pit,
where you supposedly know it ALL
get yourself a brain
learn the consequences
be the bigger person
walk away
tilt your head
do what you have to
dont let your life end without a meaning
push yourself
try yourself
BE yourself
dont let society push you down
its not worth it
it doesnt feel right
its bullshit if you ask me
to let my mind be run by a bunch of preepie bastards
the way i see it
all the true punks are the intelligent ones
the ones who see life for what it is
the onse who break it down for what it is
and i know im now rhyming anymore,
but rhyming does not determine a poem
the ideology does
the brain pattern
the EYES do
they see who you really are
they dont open you up, you open yourself up
for your trendy hats, and shirts, and pants
be cool!
do what you think is cool, because everybody thinks its cool!
BULLSHIT
let your mind wander for just a moment
open it up
open your eyes
see what youve become
you know its wrong
you are like a fly
sucking on societys crap
trying to find the best way to live
HAHA i say to you
i laugh to myself why you try to look cool
while you scoff me with your mouth and your eyes
saying, im cool if i make fun of him
go
to
hell
thats the end of my poetically just rant for the evening
come back again
badirk a dirk
my first LEGALLY drunk post that is
and here it begins
i get a text message from a person who says they hate me for several reasons, but they fail to realize, i told them what was going on before i left el paso, and i didnt want them to visit me, because i wanted them to get their shit straight, before they threw their money away on me
i know that sounds cliche
but whatever
however you feel about that is your own buisness
im feeling poetic again tonight
but my mind is dead
im feeling this pressure
inside my head
it want to explode
to let loose these thoughts
to let them fly out
but im quietly reserved
you think that im loud
the only voice you hear
is the one from my mouth
if you understood my head,
if you could read my thoughts
youd have an idea of what has been wrought
what has been forged
once upon a time
what has been built,
in the back of my mind
its bleeding itself dry
its loosing all of its blood,
i start falling foreward
i dont catch myself
its pointless, in the end
to see myself fall
my eyes are close and my mind is ready
to take all this pain,
to make my life steady
yeah, ill admit, its easier than it seems
but if you turn your back on yourself
and let yourself fall
youll end up in a pit,
where you supposedly know it ALL
get yourself a brain
learn the consequences
be the bigger person
walk away
tilt your head
do what you have to
dont let your life end without a meaning
push yourself
try yourself
BE yourself
dont let society push you down
its not worth it
it doesnt feel right
its bullshit if you ask me
to let my mind be run by a bunch of preepie bastards
the way i see it
all the true punks are the intelligent ones
the ones who see life for what it is
the onse who break it down for what it is
and i know im now rhyming anymore,
but rhyming does not determine a poem
the ideology does
the brain pattern
the EYES do
they see who you really are
they dont open you up, you open yourself up
for your trendy hats, and shirts, and pants
be cool!
do what you think is cool, because everybody thinks its cool!
BULLSHIT
let your mind wander for just a moment
open it up
open your eyes
see what youve become
you know its wrong
you are like a fly
sucking on societys crap
trying to find the best way to live
HAHA i say to you
i laugh to myself why you try to look cool
while you scoff me with your mouth and your eyes
saying, im cool if i make fun of him
go
to
hell
thats the end of my poetically just rant for the evening
come back again
badirk a dirk