Unrhymed Poetenry

Don’t just stand as a tree,

Move like the crazy air,

Move like the flying eagle,

Move like the wild cheetah!


Since a rolling stone gathers no moss,

You must move on and attain,

What you have dreamt so far,

If you let your dream go, then dead you are!


Living a dead life is not worth it,


Go and be something, just BE!

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Thoughts of Chad


every fiber aches

i so want everything

thats being offered

now i just have to

wait for his move



Written on 

October 11, 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Chad again. Like I've said, it will be him for the next few months.

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Teetering on a leap
Baby steps have been too meek
Feels like I've been circling what I seek
Failing to see the peak

Vector equaling zero
Only makes race tracks allow for heros

No where far
No where fast
Do I want that feeling to last?


As I look back,
Glimpses into the past.

Gaining breath, losing fear
The next edge is closer then it appears


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if I had a scar for every mistake i've made..
I think i'd have as many as you.. 
Satan is impaling his dagger into my throat..
why can't you see that inbetween every breath, I choke..
you spin that thread like some spider in the corner above your bed..
casting webs into thin air.. 
you look so evil while you sit back & stare...
everything around you struggling..
your screams echo in the center of my head...
sound waves of pain..
pulling me further into disdain..
from you I try to refrain...
I swear every single day is just another suicide..
all you've got is filthy money on your mind..
if I could, I would wipe you out..
never to see the grey of another fucking New Jersey day..
would you finally be happy?
stop saying "it'll always be this way"..
cause fuck you i'm going to get out of here no matter what I have to do.
I've grown tired of the constant debating with you..
just let me do what i'm going to do..
apparently my hands aren't clean anyway, so bloodstains wouldn't make a difference..
it can be washed off, but the memory leaves a permanent stain.
inhaling that same toxic air...
how do you ever expect to get anywhere..?
your eyes have grown faint & your laughter means nothing to me..
you're all just bathing in one another's self destructive disease.. 
I want so badly to just float in the sky...
I need a real change of tide.. 
I want to climb a purple mountain,
dive off & grow some black angel wings,
man of all the fucking simple things.... 
can I fly to another dimension?
or will this back always be scabbed of the wings you've prevented me...?
robbing me of my potential as I watch everyone else let their's coil down the drain..
damn.. which of us is truly insane?
Author's Notes/Comments: 


move on ??

move on ?

is it time ?
Is it time for me to leave this place
A place that I've always called home
locked away in a shelter
Is it time for me to roam ?

Melted into these walls
I know of nothing else
The same black carpet
and the same pictures on the shelf

Nothing is being learned in here
It's to familiar
I need to go out and explore
Hear new word and see things peculiar

When is the right time ?
Is there a right time ?
That's the question I should ask.
But I don't know how 
My life moves way to fast

My whole world crumbles down into nothing
Like ash from a cigarette
Sooner or later it burns out
There is nothing there
Just old memories
And no one seems to care.

At the end of the day
It all comes down to me
I have to live my life
and let the past be

Author's Notes/Comments: 

hope you enjoyed :)

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