Tears for TomorrowMy first thought each morning.And last thought each night.Mind caught in a windstorm,Constantly mid-flight.Half of me in anger,With the other deep in sorrow,When thinking about you,I seek out tomorrow.I crave quite a bit,For your existence heals my soul,But because I do care,Your happiness is my goal.Not, will I keep you.Not even will I try.Leave me if you will,Regardless, I cry.
FearI see others around me as they write firmly on paper the things that frighten them, and while I look at the people, and the paper before them, as they smile within a photograph, I think, “But I have so many, and I have expressed so much, that I'm not sure a single sentence will help.” Because after all my fears, there is still only a single word to express it all.My fears start: darkness, blindness, fire, isolation, loneliness. A world of incompetence; a place where I wake up one morning and am the only one capable of accomplishing anything at all. I fear the lights as they change from red to green. I fear the stripes that mark the street where I must cross, and I fear not walking on them. I fear the sun as it brings yet another day I must face. I fear the walk I must make each morning, and the walk home each night. I fear sunlight, moonlight, starlight and all light.I fear getting closer to my best friend, because while I wish for more, I know such
Long Distance RelationshipI enjoy the fact you're here;As I stare, forty feet away.And while you might not notice me;I'll probably kidnap you one day.
So It Shall Be DoneSo it shall be done …If you allow it, all will eventually vanish. Give it time, how much I am not sure, but if you permit the stars to move, and the planets to spin, I will find myself without a single thought as to who you are, or were. If distance is wished, so may it be granted. If space is wanted, so shall I keep away, but do not forget it is you who said this is what should be done. I shall miss you for a little while more, even though I know how you feel guilt for it, but it is not just my reality that is always changing, so, too, are my memories. I will forget, you will be gone, the guilt you feel shall leave, the love I cling to shall drift away, and that will be that.That, will be that.
Sleep and DreamsSome days we're awake for hours on end.Sometimes we don't sleep at all.Some days we dream while wide awake,Sometimes we rest, other times we fall.
Dreams AboundI’ve decided on a world,You might know of it.It’s where our stories come alive!The problem, you see,Is that what we know of those tales,....are lies!Think a thought and it appear before you,But be weary for it will happen in twisted ways unkind.The shame of it all, is that it follows you....stuck forever with this idea latched behind.So we take these two things,Put them together just right,And populate the world with nightmares abound!While dreams may be real,Fear is much stronger,Such a shame for all those around.
Love the Way you WriteOn the first page of your novelthe story seemed so brightBut this book turned out so weirdI don't know why I'm still surprisedEven heroes have their wicked schemesand you take that to new extremesBut he never be a herojust because he lost his mindJust gonna sit down and write some moreBut that's alright because I like the way it goesJust gonna stand there and watch you thinkBut that's alright because I love the way you writeI love the way you write.Oh, I love the way you write.Now there's anger in their voices,while I correct mistakesIn this tug of war, he always winsHe´s the villain nowCause he feeds them fables from his headWith violent words and brutal threatsand it's sick that all these conflictsare what keeps the book aliveJust gonna sit down and write some moreBut that's alright because I like the way it goesJust gonna stand there and watch you thinkBut that's alright because I love the way you writeI love the way you write.Ooh, I love the way you
Ponekad mi dodePonekad mi dođe da te nazovemiz čistog mira, samo da ti glas čujem.Ponekad stotine kilometara proći zaželimsamo da tvoje očim još jednom vidim.Jer želim tvoju sliku u sjećanje spremitii jednom zauvijek te takvu zapamtitida mi u mislima budeš u vremenima teškim,da samnom budeš u vremenima sretnimi da me sjećanje na tebe prati gdje god da jesam,da te u mislim uvijek čuvam da ne budem sam.
OreoOreo, that's what I hearI'm different from the othersthey call me weirdit's cause I like animelove to draw, love to writethey like other thingsplenty of them, quick to fightI hang out with the "weird kids"I guess that makes me honoarywhile they glorified gold teethI waited on the Tooth FairyI was brought up differentlybut rap just like I'm from the hoodexcept I'm the only black kidthat wants to go to art schools
Super Nuko World English Singable Lyricsmeowing, mewling, cat-scratching toomeowing, mewling, yowling at youfluffy fluffy, licking at your furfin'lly now - kitty punching!glossy fur, a tongue that purrs, i'm so obsessed with youclassy ears, i watch them as they're bobbing up and downcome with meeeeeeeeeeee -meow!fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy running somewhere warmtell me now, what are you doing?tiny body running 'round, it's hard for me to seedo you ever really need to sleep?fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy, never ever stopstell me now, where are you going?casting glances, looking at me, am i gonna cry?'cause i've always been a baby, right? meo-ow...meowing, mewling, cat-scratching toomeowing, mewling, yowling at youfluffy fluffy, licking at your furfin'lly now - kitty punching!tsundere alley cats, they're always hard to findlure them out with fish-filled rice, don't feel the need to hidecome with meeeeeeee -meow!fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy, doesn't it seem fun?keeping warm under the blanketsgetting boring
Cos I can :PDearest Jayden, I’m complain’n on your languageYour choice of words are quite atrocious and leave me anguishedDearest Jayden please stop swearing, you don’t make sense and are quite wearyingOn my patience, my forbearance, and lack of sanityHarketh! This is the saga of Jayden Lowe, the guy I wrote about just a little while agoHe’s currently being stalked by a gorilla so dark, his chance of survival is now quite stark(And he’s also being stalked by mini tutus)Hither yon gorilla doth mightily creepBeing lead by his minions, THEY WATCH YOU ASLEEPWho knows where Jayden’s at right nowWhether he’s alive, or dead, or even howBut this bears warning to all the other Jaydens out there!!GORILLAS AND TUTUS BE EVERYWHEREWATCH YOUR ACTIONS, YOU NEVER KNOW WHO MIGHT SEE OR HEAR
Feed the Cat!Feed the CatFeed the CatMake him fullMake him fatPour on the dairy-oMake him fatMake him fullFeed the CatFeed the Cat!
Like birds we singToday we walk in above ground hellWe stay in silence to listen for the bellThe bell goes off in a series of roarsI see the enemy and much more goreGun shot sounds and marks on the headI'm frozen in place as I see what I dreadOur comrades fall and we feel the stingSo With no proper way to mournLike birds we sing
My deviantart RoutineWake up, look on my phoneTo see the updates yet to be shownNow I open my safari to the internetThat commission ain't done, how much you wanna bet?Scroll down to see the deviations Many artist come by to drop their creationsIn my inbox, and I'm talking in the massesIt's too early, so I scroll pass thisNext is the journals that give me the informationAttention whore, sadness, and commission confirmationAfter that, I head for the pollsSome good, some bad, some with odd goals.Click and option and the survey shows resultsThen I remember that we all aren't adultsSo I shrug and continue to the messages and repliesThis is the most important thing, I hope you realizeComments mean a lot, replies are redundant, and faves come and gothen I get some mention, took a second, then it went to showThat I had some artwork or a tag that I might not even doMy thought process was, "you had to tag me, didn't you?"Well that's a routine that has been going on for yearsAnd honestly, I
The Cat with a Broken HarpThe Cat with a Broken HarpbyDonovan WaiteConnections snap in the fields of despair.Raven feathers cloak the heart with mystery. An empty fridge crushes the hopes of starving children. Brokendreams are swept under the rug. Tedious thoughtsdrive the heart into a corner suffocating sanity. The harpplays a silent tune putting beating hearts to sleep. Severaltires swing back and forth in a shady park. The day endswith a fiery sky that binds our dreams to one another.The clouds rest upon an open field watching the man earning his wages, and the woman shuttingdown her shop; as, she sweeps the dusty floors.Dots connect faster than a live wire can shocka cat in the tub. Fantasies freeze the windand stop the time before our feet.Why look back? When there's no place to return. Anostalgic kiss steals the senses. Up is down, and rightis left! Thoughts come tumbling up the hill. Feelingszag to the left, but is it right? The hour is up, and no
The Traveler's TaleBlade of fire,Blade of health,Hidden in Heaven.Fear not Justice,Fear not Divine,They are one.Fear Dominica's walls,Fear Dominica's wrath,Find The Library.First the book,First the riddle,Then the journey.