Who

Who or What?

I am what i am.

I go unnoticed like the insects in your PB and Jam.

I'm practically a poltergeist.

No i'm not, I'm a silent ghost.

Caught by the tongue, but I have a sewn mouth

I'm stuck with myself like Hall and Oates.

Everything looks surreal.

Only because it is.

I have no definite form.

I'm not made of circles and squares.

just a bunch of concepts that society dissmisses. 

I'm sitting, I feel serene while strangers keep looking at me

as if I bring despair.

Their perception is rigamortis in the electric chair.

Admittedly I seem as if I'm in disrepair.

Who or what am I?

I'm in every color as if I was a t-shirt getting tie-dyed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't like "proper" format. 

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Not who they seem!! 2015

                                       Not who they seem             2015   

 

 when someone comes into your life and makes you smile

those are the ones who would walk that extra mile

 but then there are some who are decietful and unclean

and someday you find out there not who they seem

the ones that will push you away wont tell you why

they've stoped spending time with you and wont ever try

you've treated them like a king but never became there queen

thats when you come to realize there not who they seem

you fell in love with them but they never loved you back

they never wanted love just a friend to jump in the sack

becarefull who you trust when there eyes dont have there gleam

then you'll know what they are and not who they seem

 

                           zoeycup16

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i wrote this one because of a relationship i had that went sour and i realized they were decieving me  hope it helps someone realize to never settle for some one unwilling to give you there time or love.

                     zoeycup16

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The One Who

She is the one who betrays

She is the one who lies

She is the one who plays

Those silly games that wry

 

For she was apart of my tree

For she was at the table with me

For she was the strength

That gave me great length

 

Now she's gone

When she broke off

And went to the thorn

That was forn

           The Tree!

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The Poison In You

What if I wasn't like you?

And I was just me, and Myself was true?

 

And if you did bad would it mean I would too? 

Would it mean if I did it, I'm exactly like you?

 

Would I be subject to your evil?

Would I be subject to your internal upheaval?

 

What if I am good in spirit,

And you might just rather not hear it

 

And if I did bad, does it mean I'm just like you?

Looking for an excuse for the culprit that causes blue?

 

Decisions left to baseless comparison

Myself gone from me, and origin

She tells me so, I'm just like him and her

Do you see my other qualities as just a blur?

 

Bring my poison, she admits me to it

Determines me as someone else and then she sits

 

Then, who am I?

A continuation of your deranged views, someone elses cry?

Who I want to be

The taste of blood
The smell of fire
I'm captivated
By the death all around me

Should I be afraid?
Should I feel something?
Is this all there is?
Am I missing something?

Your lifeless eyes,
Are telling me secrets.
It's no surprise,
I can't understand what they're saying

Can something be done,
To stop all the madness?
Can this war be won?
I'm sick of your sadness
It's killing me.

I'm dying,
I'm wasting,
I'm wilting,
I'm waiting,

For a prince who will never arrive,
It's time to decide.
Who I want to be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another song/poem. Also, not the whole thing. This one is played on guitar, a lot of drum work. One of my favorites, please comment and let me know what you think!

Who Are We?

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How do we know who we once were,
If we don’t know who we are.
All around us there is war,
Causing all people to get hurt.

How do we know who are going to be,
If we don’t know who we are,
We never let anyone see our true color,
To try to find ourselves is key.

We don’t know who we are,
Trying to hide behind the lies of all.
The truth never comes out at all,
We don’t allow ourselves to go far.

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