You never seem to know exactly which way to go,
You been trapped inside this amber rock for longer than an age or so.
You haven't been out since way back when,
And your visions are still clouded with all the places that you've been.
You're livin' in yesterday,
Relivin' the past.
That ancient way of thinking has got to go at last.
It's just messin' you up,
And keepin' you from sleep.
The thoughts of your dark past if you let them,
They will creep,
Through your mind like a vine,
Entwine your heart till you can't get free.
Gotta live in today,
Let the past become just a memory,
Like it ought to be.
'Cause if you're always think
I am,
Blind to the things that you can see,
Deaf to the words you would say to me.
Oblivious to the thoughts you think of me,
Un-caring for the love you would give to me.
I have,
Forgotten all the things that I once knew,
Lost the memories that I had of you.
Threw out all the things I had with you,
Tossed away a life of love with you.
(Chorus) And who knew?
That you would still take me back.
And who knew?
I would come running back.
And who knew?
That even when I forsake you
You still love me more than life itself.
And now,
I can
No words.
Just emotion.
Thought, pain, devotion.
I can't say nothing and let it slip,
I can't say anything, because i'll slip.
The words "I'm sorry" cross my mind,
Just like they have before,
A hundred-thousand times.
But "I'm sorry" will never be enough.
And a quiet presence,
Silent,
Will never convey enough love.
The words I say,
The things I do,
Will never amount to as much as is true,
Within my heart,
And the feelings thereof,
Tearful, painful, heartache,
Love.
I want to say I'm here for you,
And express how much I care.
I want you to know that I'm not goin anywhere.
It doesn't seem to matter,
Or mak
Crazy thoughts of destiny.
Temporary knowledge,
Of what could come to be.
Sitting on my hands,
Trying not to move,
I won't act out,
'Cause I got nothin' to prove.
I just stay real to myself,
Stay real to my God,
Stay real to my friends,
So they can depend on me.
Keepin' up the truth,
Because this is who I want to be.
I'm not fakin' or makin' a fool of myself.
I'm just livin' it real and gettin' my life offa the shelf.
I don't need a fancy crowd of friends,
I don't need a cabby with a Mercedes Benz.
I just need the love of the Lord,
My friends my family and a beat up old Ford,
And I'll get through this life,
One step at a
As Pure as the Heart of a Poet by IamAnarchy, literature
Literature
As Pure as the Heart of a Poet
Pure and clean,
The color of snow.
Fresh and new,
Like the mornings first light.
Unmarred by imperfection,
Unaltered,
Pristine.
Not a blemish or speck,
Nor marks to wreck.
Crisp and clear.
Sitting,
Waiting.
My pen hovers near,
As I search for the words.
The beauty of purity,
Staring me in the face.
While I think what to write,
My subject takes its own place.
It was right here before me,
Before writing began.
It's right here before me,
I'll write this if I can.
Pure and clean,
The color of snow.
Fresh and new,
Like the mornings first light.
Unmarred by imperfection,
Unaltered,
Pristine.
Not a blemish or speck,
Cold steel,
Warm flesh.
For the five hundredth time,
I'm put to the test.
Thoughts of quitting,
I now put to rest.
I've lived,
I've learned,
And now I know what's best.
I'll live another day,
By your side I'll stay.
I love you too much to ever go away.
So I throw down this knife,
On the hard stone floor,
Kick it to the corner,
Shut the door.
Take my hand,
And walk with me.
Keep me safe,
And talk to me.
I'll never look back,
'Cause now I'm free.
the song sung in solitude by IamAnarchy, literature
Literature
the song sung in solitude
You're alone, You're lost.
Can't count the cost,
Of this pain inside.
You scream when alone,
After each time we've talked on the phone.
Why won't you tell me that you're in pain?
Even if just to ease the stress on my brain.
I'm sitting outside you're window here,
Listening to each and every silent falling tear.
Clutching at a hope,
Scraping out a song,
Wishing for peaceful days,
Hoping it won't take too long.
You're alone, You're lost.
Cant't count the cost,
Of all these things I've said to you.
I've loved you,
I've hated.
I've missed you,
I've waited.
Waited so long,
kept singing this song.
And no matter what i do,
It
When your glory fades, ashes turn to dust, there's a tune that's played, while the old chains rust. There's a tune that's played, there's a dance that's done. There's a story told, there's a song that's sung. When in your darkest hour, when you shake and cower, there is sunshine yet, just please don't forget. What I've told to you, this is nothing new. In the darkest times we find the toughest rhymes. You must look inside, take out all those thing you hide. Put them to the test, put them all to rest. Lay your burdens down, lay aside your crown. Let these dark shrouds fall, let these curtains burn. Let this sadness end, let this long road turn
Now I am,
At a loss for words.
Sitting and waiting for inspiration to strike.
I hear the clock ticking,
Each hour passes by.
The time keeps on running,
Flying right past.
The minutes keep slipping,
I wish they would last.
My words keep on sticking,
To the roof of my mouth.
My thoughts are all scrambled,
And bungled and bland.
My mind sifting through thinking,
Like fingers through sand.
I look out the window,
Stare at the sky.
Look out the window,
And I wonder why.
Why I can't say,
What I'm wanting to say.
Why I can't think,
Of which card to play.
I'm so lost for words,
I need a new map.
I need a good compass,
And a
Well the Ace isn't there,
And the Jack doesn't care.
And the Seven Eight the Nine,
And the King killed the Queen.
Now the Joker's turning green,
And the Three's on the scene,
Of the crime,
Committed on the Nine.
Current Residence: my mind Favourite genre of music: almost everything. Favourite photographer: the boy who destroyed the world Favourite style of art: abstract Operating System: anarchy. kill the system before it kills you. MP3 player of choice: my eye Shell of choice: cowrie Wallpaper of choice: pieces of the story of my life Skin of choice: cherokee Favourite cartoon character: "stoppy" the sign Personal Quote: kukae happens
Favourite Visual Artist
some greek dude that does portraits for five euros in front of some garden in athens
Favourite Movies
too many
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
many of them
Favourite Writers
Eimaj Rialb
Favourite Games
russian roulette
Favourite Gaming Platform
my chair
Tools of the Trade
machette, staff, and a fully loaded G2 pen
Other Interests
life interests me, death interests me, and the difference between them interests me
just wanted to let you all know, i'm not on here much if you hadn't already guessed...lols....haven't been able to do much writin lately....but i'm usually on my other account (listed below)....so if ya wanna talk at me or whatevaz check that out...or if you just wanna see what i do on there....anyway, i will try to get back into my writin, but no promises.....i'll try to check in here more often though!!....peace be da journey all!
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i cannot write. it just won't come. i don't really want to give up but what's the point in trying to do something you cannot do? writers block? is that what it really is? i doubt it. i really don't think i can write now. i've reached a certain point where words won't come and words cannot express the emotions of the heart. i write. but it isn't anything of note. my expressiveness has died. and it all happened with the writing of one poem. one which i haven't submitted. and quite possibly never will. something about it just got to me and when i sit down to write and start the pen moving across the page all that happens is meaningless words and
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