One day i began to take myself apart.
Piece by piece i disassembled what they have built.
My fake hair, and colored nails slowly vanished, and my true awkwardness shown through.
My body became misshaped and my skin paled.
The argument of nature versus nurture has slowly defeated itself.
It has grown to be certain that our true nature has become overridden by this corrupt nurture.
That is what i am attempting to erase.
I am taking myself apart, layer by later until my true nature is revealed,
in search of the woman that i am meant to be, by calling back that child that is still hidden somewhere deep within me.
It is a bold move.
I am utterly disgusted with humanity at this point.
My generation has let me down by accepting the parts they have forced us to play, on this stage that they have so carefully designed for us.
Whether they did it on purpose or not no longer matters, the point is, it is time to shout cut.
Time to take of their perfectly stitched costumes of designer brands, and bloody jewels.
Time to wash our faces clean of dripping mascara and our bodies free of the drugs that numb us.
We need to write our own scripts free of the bibles they handed us, and the technology that has made us stagnant.
I am in search of a solution.
We will push our creativity to the max, encouraging others to think outside the script.
Shock the audience.
Step
Chairs flying with pumpkins and guitars floating through humans
psychic band aids knew where the cuts would be.
They were kind of right all along.
I knew it.
It never really rained but its a good thing we wore helmets.
Its clearly evident that the power lies in the hands of the man at the turn table.
Spinning the spun.
I'm a little bit scared, but more intrigued.
By the madness of the night.
Which was easily forgotten when the sun came up and the light hit our faces.
But the darkness is what exposed who we really are
The light is just another mask.
In a long dark tunnel with no source of light you are vulnerable and left senseless.
But the tiniest flicker can make the connection between your mind and the world.
our bicycles go at different rates
but we all end up at the same place
Someone should really close the front door.
Put the pumpkins back in the basket.
If your confused its just itunes.
step.
pass on the slap.
Old Stuff....
false world. False society set up by contradictory minds. Brilliant in an ignorant and foolish way. Enough understanding to manipulate all the followers. They discovered our weakness. They know our fears. The fear of the judgment of society the fear of failures. They created our failures. They created the money that put us on the streets and they've created the mindless jobs that turn us into drones and put us in houses. To be a drone is to be fearful and to be an outcast is to be brave, although our society sees it as the opposite. They are smart enough to know that as long as fear embellishes, love is not possible. As long as love is out of sight war is made to be a solution. They were smart, the creators of this society, because to love one is to love all, and to love all is to know truth, but to choose to be a part of this society is to have chosen falsity rather than truth. They understood human emotion and how dangerous it is for us to be individuals and speak our minds without their power being questioned. So they invented a false world where they can live their simple thoughtless and emotionless lives with all the wrong riches. They created a world where they will never know truth. As smart as they were, they were more foolish. They were foolish because they now created a world void of real emotion. They have missed out on ever discovering truth. Our society searches for truth in science and mathematics but truth cannot be discovered in our society. Truth can only be discovered when you step outside of our society. Forget your fears because in a false society failure is false as well. Discovery is real and discovery is freedom and discovery is found in truth which is found when we step outside of our manufactured comfort zone. Lets step outside. Lets break free of society. Lets no longer be afraid, and only true to our inner most desires, because our inner most desires can only be pure, for they were not tainted by a false world. There are no good and bad decisions, only decisions and consequences, for good and bad do not exist, except for in the eyes of those running our society. Right and wrong are perception and varies from one discoverer to the next. Follow your heart, but before you do, get to know it. Only when we do this, can we all exist in harmony. Only when we do this, can we find the laziness of peace, and the simplicity of love.
She wakes up each morning so cold and alone.
She always shivers, even when its warm.
To work and back for all hours of the day
Comes home to say goodbye to a friend she wished could stay
Depression takes a toll as all those memories are rushing back
That boy that called her ugly and that girl that took him back
Those nights inside her parents house when her mom had her by her hair
That childhood dream in which her father actually cared
Now she takes a glimpse into her future
And thinks of the boy she presently loves
How he finally made her feel at home
And how shes ashamed of her past even though its done
Regret was never on her mind, no matter who she hurt
Although most of the time she was hurting herself
She still never seemed to care
but then this boy, so familiar from her past
becomes the love of her life, no longer just an old photograph
and now she wishes that every boy she ever kissed
never let her hold him, so what she feels could just exist
shes hesitant with him, so shy to let him love her
because shes scared that maybe hes still dreaming of another,
but if its all true if this feeling is really real
then they could run away, but she knows forever isnt real.
She sees her future as she looks into the night
Bills to pay and jobs to work as the world just continues to fight
She knows shell never have the chance to see the things she wishes
To heal the hate and save the world and take her lovers kisses.
Her head is always playing games, manipulation was like a disease
So when words of truth are spoken, all she sees are fallen leaves.
She looks inside her apartment to the mess upon her floor,
She wishes she could break that mirror, see her reflection no more
It all comes back to her that night, all the pain she ever felt
Its to intense inside her heart and her head wont stop beating
She takes some pills, and takes some more but its not enough
To stop the fears, and stop the thinking, and make herself feel tough.
The only way for her, to finally meet the peace
Is to rest for once in a lifeless somber as days turn into weeks
To rest for a lifetime tangled up in those pink sheets the pain will finally cease
With this in mind she reaches her hand to something
That could end it all and make it all nothing
But then an interruption to these sick little games
A knock at the door, a boy looking for his keys
He looks in her eyes, those familiar tears falling in her hands
Because he watches her cry at night for reasons he doesnt understand
That night he saved her as he lays with her in bed
He doesnt realize what he did for her, what had been going through her head.
That night that boy wasnt suppose to come to her little apartment
Maybe it was fate, just like when they met a year ago
A childhood friend that turned to love and then lifted her from her low
Shell never know the games that life will play on her
Her lifes ups and downs her highs and lows
But her life was never broken and her life wont stay the same
But shell keep playing life, because her life is just a game
i realize all i ever write about is how lame our society is. give me some new topics world. i think they are to come......
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