Lost thoughts. Stop.

unable to carry on.

Love is a game,
until it's not.
you hide in the shame
as clear thoughts are lost.

love is a game,
until it's not.
I was for you to claim
but you left me there to rot.

love is a game,
until it's not.
not something for fame, 
not something we were taught.

love is a game,
until it's not.
no love is the same,
love cannot be bought.

love is not a game,
love is not at all

lucky to be alive
when guns are"for protection"
lucky to be alive
when people are nearly dying of starvation
lucky to be alive 
when natural resources means risk of invasion
lucky to be alive 
with no money but education
lucky to be alive
in a civilised nation

For a long time
I wanted to tell you
but I seem to miss
every opportunity
to tell you this
and every time I see
you I want to
tell you.
But I can't.

Monotone voice
doesn't really speak
and when it does people start to sleep

monotone voice
doesn't really sing
not even with the strum of a guitar string

Monotone voice
doesn't really talk
because when it does people start to walk

Wake up
go back to sleep
wake up
don't have time to eat
get dressed
down coffee
brush teeth
chaotic morning
music loud
the no sound
music paused
out the door
morning chaos
an endeavour

not again.

Morning comes and turn to night.


I
Haven't
Seen
You
Since
The
Fight.

I'm waiting for you to come once more

To come
And knock
At the door.


I'm waiting for morning to turn to night

Without
                                                      A
                                             Knock
     At
                                          The
                Door
                                                 Or
    You
                                In
        Sight.

Trapped but I can escape
Loud noise in my ears but it all could end







But if it did I would have to go through it again

one by one we started to depart
everyone moved on for a new start
after we drifted apart
I was left with no way to make art

How does imagination still exist
when we **** it with the society in which we live?

I sleep in the morning
and wakeup at night.
There seems to be nothing wrong
but something's not quite right.

'Cause the sun's not out
when I'm awake
and it's presence
is not for me to take.

The darkness takes
the light away
but I've never met the light
because my night is my day.

Just war
war is acceptable
if it's self defence
unjust war
is unacceptable
a terrorist offence
invasion
of a nation
take resources and land
just or unjust
in my opinion all war should be banned

I don't really know you
and you've never been close to me
I've never even met you
but sometimes you message me

I'm 13 years younger
but I never seemed to wonder
why you never knew
until one night my dad found you

he hasn't seen you for years
but he never thought this day would come
where he could know his first daughter
even though you are no longer the only one

You know yourself
You know how you've felt
I feel the same
I feel no shame
Just not confident
Because of their ignorance
And unknowingly insulting
Because of this thing
I have no control over
And can't be open
And  it's killing me
And you don't see
The arguments
Need to stop
It haunts
And'll make me drop

When you begin to understand that life is more than a boat that sails on the calmest seas.

When you begin to understand it's not a perfect world and change won't happen even if you say please.

When you realise the government only want to be wealthy and don't want to support you.

When you realise the prime minister doesn't believe you should have the right you do.

Ignorance is great
knowledge makes you hate
but I'd rather know the truth
than not know what to do
than to trust the companies
and political parties
that don't support me or my rights
who support war and choose to fight.
And if you know and think it's great
then I don't hate you cause to hate would be to join the state.

I can't stop the screaming
I can't stop the bleeding
I can't stop the screaming
I must be dreaming

Nobody's perfect
but we think people are
nobody's perfect
but we see people that are close to
nobody's perfect
And we can sometimes forget that
nobody's perfect
but we are taught to change our flaws
nobody's perfect
but we're all unique
nobody's perfect
but thats all we'll ever need to be

No meaning
in being

No identity
inside

no emotion
no feeling

just numbness
undefined

heavy
and full

life is
just dull

nothing
no thought

emptiness
it aught

to be
fullness

of nothingness
of nothing

so there's this band I wanted to see live
when they went on 'hiatus' I didn't know how I would survive
they're music was amazing
they went back and forth when they sing
but they are 'on a break'
and will probably never be returning

the closest band to them is the bassists brothers
they're already amazing after just a few summers
yes they won't be who I wanted to see
but they're the closest thing to the band that started me
on this journey of my discovery through music
every opportunity to see it live. I will use it!

I wandered down a path
until I started to stray.
How we walked it made me laugh,
so I went the other way.

I had to step over an obstacle
as I made my way through.
At times it didn't seem possible,
that I would breakthrough.

As I watched others take the easy route,
I didn't know what to say.
I wanted to do something they couldn't do;
to do that, I couldn't stay.

So I lead myself off the trail.
I didn't care anymore.
It no longer matters if I fail.
I did something different. Something you'll remember.

Full of people who tear us down.
Leave us broken on the ground.
Leave us alone to feel the pound.
Our Heads submerged as we drown.

This place allowed us to make a sound!
But this sound is silent when no one's around.

I don't know what he's thinking
build a mountain of rubble
behind the school.
Is it a non-metaphorical mountain
you want them to climb?
Was the metaphorical one not working?
Are you building it for both schools?
They both have this mountain climbing metaphor engrained in their roots.
If you are we don't want to share the mountain with you.

Ripped jeans
bruised knees
no one knows where you've been
no one cares enough to ask

White shirt stained red
and ringing inside your head
is this it am I dead?
it sure feels as though I am

Shoes now gone
you walked so long
blood pours from your knees too long
yet you get home and still say nothings wrong.

I don't really care for this
it means nothing to me
in a few years or many more
I'll forget all I've seen
all I learned
'cause it ment nothing
at the time
just a lost and empty soul
that I'll eventually find
and I'll realise why I did this
whether I regret it or not
'cause something that ment nothing
could eventually mean a lot

The reason why I do not speak
is because no one ever listens

Don't look into the future
Don't look back at the past
live your life in the moment
because you don't know how long it will last

There's this obstacle on my road of life.
A small pebble in my shoe
so it hurts to walk,
this mountain growing more distant
as I get closer but the pain increases

There's a obstacle in my river of life.
A river that I'm drowning in
yet nothing to hold onto
drifting further from the boat
as by body becomes weaker

although this seems like a large obstacle
It's really just a small hole in the road
that is yet to be filled
because no one will help me fill it

Just the same old feeling
of bordem
of nothing
Everything drained
by life
by you
pushed out
over
and over
until there's nothing left
except
old feelings
I still have for you

One of us will be tall
One of us will throw a ball
One of us will fall
One of us will climb a wall
One of us will feel small
Some of us are nothing at all

Albums, collections of songs,
A collection of words
brought together
to right, wrongs
or just to hurt
they're there forever.

Somewhere.

Old recordings
on vinyl
or hand written on papers.
New recordings
still on vinyl
but more objected to haters.

To be

easily accessed
and heard by everyone
fans or not,
torn to shreds
when criticised, a song
is unappreciated for what

amount of effort

the artist went through
to create something new
and original
just for you,
for your ears. To view,
to be a signal.

That originality

isn't dead
or dying
or even injured
but instead
living
to be heard

by millions around the world.

I don't know how long we'll last.
We won't die young but we'll live fast
So lets forget our past
And do what we want 'cause what we do will surpass

I couldn't be bothered to do it
So left it until I was
Then I was busy with ****
And it started to build up

Then I started drowning
Until my head was covered
And alarm bells started sounding
As everything collapsed around

And I have to start now
Before more damage is done
But I don't know how

I don't like you.
Well... Not in the way I used to,
not in the way you think,
not in the way you used to think.

Something changed
it was a new kind of pain
I don't know why
watching people run with bulls
being injured for no reason
other than to look 'masculine'
seems so pointless that it hurt
it was so painful it felt like my chest was closing
like I couldn't breath but I was
it wasn't a panic attack
I was having a bad day
I was tired
I wanted to go home
but watching something so pointless hurt so much and I don't know why.

Words can paint a thousand pictures
Pictures create thousands of words to paint.

I would say ink runs through my veins
but I prefer to write in pencil.