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god i am so fucking pissed off. and it was all triggered by my fucking mom making me mow the lawn. i have mowed the lawn for the past 5 weeks (5 times) and my older brother has done nothing. that is bullshit. her excuse is that he "has a job". so what! he can still help out around the house.
thats just shit
so im pissed.
my style of poetry is lots different than you've probably seen.
i basically just write a bunch of 4 line stanzas when im pissed or sad
and later on when i read them
i notice that most of them are compeletely unrelated to every other one.
its weird. but this is what i just wrote
while listening to atreyu - the interlude
(its on repeat cause there arent any words)
The time of no return will come
When no race can ever be won
Every drama will have no end
To begin means it has never begun
And when I can’t see the problems at foot
I know the time of death is irrelevant
To my survival against the powers
Of the horrid thoughts no one has seen
And the plants wilt softly
As I weep intensely
And I can’t seem to realize
What kind of monstrosities they’ve created
It’s never seemed so serious
Or even so sensitive to emotion
But the hostile sensations are never exempt
With doubt, it'll be murder all over again
Time of death to be pronounced in a proclamation
For the period when you realized the realities
Of the world in your banished eyes
The truth was behind a faded smile of glory
It’s never going to be put back together
Because my transparent happiness has become so broken apart
And the shattered glass makes a flesh wound
In the heart where I used to call home
Frostbitten and forgotten by love
I cant seem to find any warmth at all
Because the arms that used to hold me tight
Have slowly melted into a pale blue wonderland
Of which you call a bliss
But its really a battery, and a blasphemy
To the affectionate ones affected
By the affection or your victimizations
thats just shit
so im pissed.
my style of poetry is lots different than you've probably seen.
i basically just write a bunch of 4 line stanzas when im pissed or sad
and later on when i read them
i notice that most of them are compeletely unrelated to every other one.
its weird. but this is what i just wrote
while listening to atreyu - the interlude
(its on repeat cause there arent any words)
The time of no return will come
When no race can ever be won
Every drama will have no end
To begin means it has never begun
And when I can’t see the problems at foot
I know the time of death is irrelevant
To my survival against the powers
Of the horrid thoughts no one has seen
And the plants wilt softly
As I weep intensely
And I can’t seem to realize
What kind of monstrosities they’ve created
It’s never seemed so serious
Or even so sensitive to emotion
But the hostile sensations are never exempt
With doubt, it'll be murder all over again
Time of death to be pronounced in a proclamation
For the period when you realized the realities
Of the world in your banished eyes
The truth was behind a faded smile of glory
It’s never going to be put back together
Because my transparent happiness has become so broken apart
And the shattered glass makes a flesh wound
In the heart where I used to call home
Frostbitten and forgotten by love
I cant seem to find any warmth at all
Because the arms that used to hold me tight
Have slowly melted into a pale blue wonderland
Of which you call a bliss
But its really a battery, and a blasphemy
To the affectionate ones affected
By the affection or your victimizations