(Bang)
Metaphoric gun shots
As the writer ***** and locks
His pen
His target market...tarnished women and selfish men
The act of his ways are not violent, nor resent
He just kept it all in until his mind finally was spent
So here's a penny for his thought, while his concious develops a morse
Of an idea that spilt his wig, like his hair line and scalp had a divorce
Sceptive of his motives, you don't think he sees clear
You don't think he has the ability to drink his emotions and still steer
You don't know his capabilities that's why you still doubt his abilities
"A monster can't be tamed"
I've seen the transition: hostility to tranquility!
Stop with stupidity,
your brain could be a powerhouse
But water has to touch the seed before you can grow and let a flower sprout
Life is all steps, taking the elevator is a huge regret
You choose your own path with steps
You could be stuck in a elevator in which your height you must except

My words aren't in the past tense
I'm speaking more yet saying less?
Becoming a pro---while searching high and low
seems you always look for the gress. Growth is infinite, you never stop becoming your best!*

Now pay attention folks, that last line meant somthin, the kids on his way back..back like I LEFT SOMETHING!(echo out)

_Im Back #GCK

The children are all going back to school
glum looks on their glum faces
and the days are slowly
becoming more and more
gray
Summer sings her swan song
as the sun sets for what seems like the last time
Summer's end feels like a funeral
for the death of childhood nostalgia innocence
as the sky makes way for fall
and biting winds
blue skin
and *** hoodies and cigarette butts
and you'll see those friends again at thanksgiving
maybe
but they won't be the same person
and neither will you
so take one more night this Summer
to spend with those you love
before we are all thrown back to the lions

Hey you,
I learned something the other day
matter of fact
it was yesterday
i read that
you shouldn't want to conquer someone
just to prove something to yourself
you should want them
because
you love them
and it asked
well
do you really love that person?
you'll find out
if you imagine them
being in love with you
in order to satisfy
and fulfill yourself
and once you hit that point
do you still want them?

that, to me
was something
special
and i know
we didn't spend much time together
but from the short time we did
i just know
that i really
never wanted to be anywhere else
but with you
and i know i was mean
i know i was ugly
and there's something about myself
that i didn't love
so how could you
how could i
how could i
how could i really
even begin
to feel a way
about you
when i don't care
about myself

i'm writing to tell you
that i still think you're awesome
and i'm writing to tell you
that i'm sorry
you had to see that
ugliness
inside of me

and i'm writing to tell you
that i'm going to love myself
and find happiness within
and maybe one day
we can once again
begin

I guess

I could undress
or address
a situation
with a little girl
in the room
who happens to be the object
of my infatuation
air mattress pumped up
ready to go
she's ready to blow
you already know
but what can you do
when you're a man like me
just trying to live free
being happy
and doing what i want to do
even though i know
just this second
it could cause damage
to her and i
me and you
every relationship
that i ever brewed
finished before it started
and it all seemed *******
after a while
when i realize
that i was a child
going through pain
the weakness and youth
leaving the body
i'm not longer rotting
in this kitchen
on the pad plotting
while she's in there wondering
when oh when
will he ever come in
and i'll stay over here
in a safe place inside
my warm house
the theatre of my mind
i'll glide
and write
until she falls asleep
goodnight
and then i'll climb with her
into bed
kiss her on the cheek
and fall asleep
because that one was for me
i have to steer clear
of the emotions that flow
out of your body
when you *** someone that you oh so
much love
when i wake up in the morning
she won't even be there
she'll be gone
looking at her rear view mirror
wondering
about what happened
with that man in the room
what kind of illogical thoughts
did he consume
but we'll never know
and i'll never care
as long as she aint there
i have to move on
and figure something else out
with my life
and find somebody
that seems more right
or maybe i'll go
chase her off in the street
waive her down
stop the car
ask her to marry me
will she stop
and give up her life
or will she hit the gas pedal
and take it to 95
we'll never know

It had happened before:
This callous exploit.
Sequence adrift and
perhaps an ending too swift,
but I'd seen it before.

A previous morn was
woke with shudder and
sweat before with reason
I met and could curl again
toward that lusted retreat.

Not so on this
not-so-innocent wake.
It was real and all too true
What's done is done.
The devil within had come.

I'm okay
I'm alright
I can still smile
I can still laugh

There's too much pain to handle
I just lose my self

I hope he loves you
more than I love you..

Today is the first day I set foot on death beach.

I come cloaked in
Courage, honour and bravery.
A badge of promise red, blue and white,
Pinned to the dark stitching of my heart.

I hope to remember the faces at home

And I hope to forget the faces that lie here.

I feel I need to stand as one for my family and country,
Bound by the strong dark green cloth of armor

Protecting my body,

Hoping God,
Will let me live.

I shall fight.
Fight for today and fight for tomorrow.

I told the world I'll be alright,
The headlines bleed these lies tonight,
I'm putting up a pretty good fight,
Against another teenage controversy.

People don't need to know my name,
The life story or my desire to change,
Or why I feel so ashamed,
Of a broken mind and an urge to leave.

Mum had told me I'll be just fine,
But it is only a matter of time,
Before I step across the line,
And find my sanity behind prison bars.

I felt used
like an object
more like a doorknob
one that was unable to project
I've had hands on me
turned without complain
left open to all
too many time to drive me insane
now all the screws have been uncorked
and I can only adjust for one last pull
I'm left alone
left to be alone and forever dull

z.s