I see the world for what it is. I see what wonders God has given us. I see the beauty that is life.

I see the world for what it is. I see what atrocities mankind has done. I see the horrors yet to come.

I see the world for what it is. I see the sorrow we all hold. I see the sadness we dare not show.

I see the world for what it is. I see the masks the people wear. I see the veils they hide behind.

I see the world for what it is. I see my heart and how it breaks. I know not how much my soul can take Read more

who's to say they gon' bury me old?

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Am I lazy? I don't have a problem with working and school. But what are we working for. I wish I had more time for family and friends. I sincerely disbelieve, if I am afforded the opportunity to reflect on my life before my passing, that my thoughts will consist of regretting not spending more time studying, or in school, or at work. I know it's silly of me to even think such the following things, but I guess I'm just a lazy dreamer.
1. Sometimes I look up at the clouds and literally wish I could leap into the air and take a stroll through one. I also imagine that they're huge castles or tanks and what fun it would be to pilot one.
2. I wish I could walk on the bottom of the ocean, find a nice spot to take a nap, wake up, do some under water yoga. Things like that.
3.I want to be able to transform into a few animals of my choice.
4. I'd like to run really fast and jump really high.
5. I'd really enjoy being a ghost of sorts, being able to travel through time and space. Not to interfere with any happenings but simply to observe passively.

Call me what you'd like and say what you may. You can't change my thinking. Read more

sometimes
i just lose hope
faith
motive
will
everything
i lose it all
humanity Read more

still waters run deep

and i'm the beast beneath the ocean

in the depths where it's coldest;

come stir my waters

i'll eat you at the surface

and take you to my world

come feast in the depth of my soul

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i'm not supposed to talk about it

but why do i feel it

i guess i'll keep quiet

and remember never to reveal it

they want me to conceal it

but eye always see it

i guess i'll keep it quiet

and try not to feel it

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I wade through the tall grass

I hear them scream as they flush past

'They' say demons lay wait in the jungle brush

I tell 'them' hush and heed the rush

I spark my flame and set to blaze

Feel your eyes and they begin to glaze

Mend the sky the smoke as it rises

Demons delight in our vice

Amongst the ashes I fall

No one hears my waning calls

The wind blows and with it the fire goes

But these ashes have become stone

The darkness is cold yet never grows old

Now we wait, we lay, and wait.

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