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Redz
1 33%
Purplez
2 67%
Voters: 3.
#1
3 points, theme is hazards of reality.


Empty lives

There was a clear target,
There were no blockades,
It was a foolproof plan of action.

It was the fastest way,
The simplest way,
To reach the destination.

So in weeks you were there,
All the way at the top,
Queen of the whole ****ing world.

Nothing could stop you,
You were invincible,
But then reality struck.


A bitter lost and empty soul,
Battling for recognition,
Armed to the teeth, With,
10 gallons of fake tan.

But what you do not understand,
Is that no one really cares
And you will be soon,
Moved on, replaced, and forgotten.

“What’s going on” you thought,
Just moment s before,
They were desperate to know;

What you just ate,
What you just read,
And who you wanted to ****.

But now nobody cares,
It’s as if you’re not there,
Like the pauper sat in the street.

But you won’t give up
You’ll rise back to the top
Doing whatever it takes

“Dignity be damned,”
“It’ll be worth it,
To have all eyes on me again”

Nothing will stop you,
You’ll be invincible.
Unless reality strikes (again)

A bitter lost and empty soul,
Battling for recognition,
Armed to the teeth, With ,
10 gallons of fake tan.

But what you do not understand,
Is that no one really cares
And you will be soon,
Moved on, replaced, and forgotten.

Their love for you was empty
Full of empty gestures, false regards and fake promises.
You were nothing more to anyone,
Than a badly written joke.

But you’re not gonna take any notice of this
And you’re still gonna act like you’re gods ****ing gift

A bitter lost and empty soul,
Battled for recognition,
Armed to the teeth, With,
10 gallons of fake tan.

But what she did not understand,
Is that no one ever cared.
And she has been since,
Moved on, replaced, and forgotten.



Untitled (but you can call me anything, baby)

perplexing complexness of
a baggie wrapped in itself to
simply cremate and pray to.
Something prepared right
behind you.
Truly tired
Truly tired
Fish sandwiched in bedsheets
watching the Forza drones lead
on and on and
Tired, tired.
Plague ridden logistics from
vague written ballistics to
the sublime; they whine
they whine and they dine
always from our hands
but never from the edge of
a knife or the everlasting
progressive "love" movement.
Truly tired.
Truly asleep, almost.
Something right behind you.
Behind me.
With a kni-
Asleep.
Last edited by ali.guitarkid7 at Nov 5, 2011,
#3
I feel like theres too many spaces between lines in mine :P stupid word im gonna type the next one out in notepad or something, but good luck :P.
#5
no it wasnt :P
if you dont mind that would be cool not like im gonna beat you though anyway :L