Laughing in the face of sadness

The voices came back,
bringing their hateful words,
their I-told-you-so's...

Some tried to be nice,
to understand that it hurt,
but harshness was loud.

They repeated words,
reminding me of before,
when they were so right.

They whisper their points,
until the rain came to me,
and then there was calm.

I look up to see,
my glasses filled of drops.
Fate laughs at me.

I stare and laugh back.
Rain is better than a sun.
Fate does not know me.

Voices shut up for once.
In the end, we never know:
who is in control?

I walk down my path,
knowing, that in the ending,
the path will be kept.

A see you later, not a goodbye.

So, this is where it led, my friends.
This path we took has different ends,
and now we go our separate ways,
and hope to meet in coming days.

And while this hope may be a lie,
I hope this time that we can deny
the truths of the past, that there is no chance
to meet again, but only to glance.

While we may not see each other is true,
that's only because there are things to do
that cannot be set aside to talk
about this great new route we walk.

So to learn about what transpires
and to know what happened to desires,
we will turn to other tools
that weren't made for a time of fools.

We will meet again, mes amis,
when we rid ourselves of debris
and meet again where our roads collide
somewhere, on another ride.

Old man's new day

Hell is coming, hating myself,
seeing my hurt, scoring my health,
wanting my soul, willing to cheat,
trying to live, to make ends meet.
I am too close, and cannot fight,
still I will stay, smooth through the night.

Me

Where did I go?
Where will I be?
Once you get past some things,
you start to see

that you are not you.
That you play a role
that plays what you are used to
before you started to stroll.

I am no longer me.
I cannot be myself.
I just say that I am
for the sake of my health,

even though it is false.
It really hurts me more
when I play at this play
that I did not see before

and just let it by,
let my real voice die down
in that little world I created,
inside that dying town.

You are there for a reason,
but you should be out here!
But I cannot find you, for
your location is not clear...

You were put away deep,
as to not become of them.
Those little voices in here
that constantly pull at the hem

of my mind, of my thoughts,
of everything that is mine.
I hid you so deep so that
you would be fine

and not corrupt from these voices
that fill my mind with vile
and freakish ideas that
tend to defile

the innocence of youth,
that was saved in you.
So now that I'm safe,
there is one thing to do.

I must search for me now,
so that everything will return
to the nice and creative thoughts
that I have missed, and will learn.

I will never give in to
giving you away.
I will find, you I promise,
I will find you one day...

Shadow

I hide my cowardice
for now, for you,
for you are doing things
no coward could do.

You are entering life
where cowards are shot.
So I will leave you for
the moment, so you are not.

I use the word coward
in the worse of ways.
But you are no coward,
you're just shy on some days.

You know what danger is
and to leave it alone.
You were shy around people
who had a threatening tone.

You could see the darkness
that surrounded a man
or woman, and when you
saw their aura, you ran

away, because Devil
was always tempting, always near,
and Angel was having
her own issues, I fear.

But even beyond that,
Cemix scared you worse.
He was to be the
perfect you, and a curse

that will haunt you
later in this life
as he's still angry at you
and is still sharp as a knife.

But you no longer fear
him, this I know,
and I hope I'm still around
to watch that fighting and show

that you no longer have to
make a mess from the dark.
You are in this crowd now,
much harder to mark.

You will do what you wanted to,
from that time and place,
and in the end
you can run at your own pace.

Have fun in your one
last chaotic play.
You have more parts
for it every day.

We voices will fill them
and let you do what you do.
But until then, my good friend,
I bid you adieu.

Society makes me rage

Don't think about far ahead,
don't worry about love in bed,
don't bother with what is read,
just let everything inside your head!

People smile and laugh life away,
people expect a free road today,
people will live day by day,
just to know no other way!

Bodies are scarred by young mistakes,
bodies burdened by all the breaks,
bodies are molded until they are fakes,
just until the soul aches!

you know what
                                                       screw the pattern
                                                 it is never needed
                               i won't follow,
                                                                                 nor will i lead
                                           others can live their own lives
                     screw the form
                                                            it controls nothing
                             but how the end will happen
                                                            so i refuse
                                  with everything i have
                       to listen to society
                                                             im not the only one
                                   and neither are you

So to those who follow each other down your empty road,
so those who don't bother to look at their load,
so those who put money before education for a better tomorrow,
just make sure you don't drag the rest of us down with you.

EXIT

Are you really there?
Are you really you?
Just because you say you are
doesn't make it true.

Maybe from our perspective,
you are just what you say,
but I'm feeling poetic right now,
so you'll be different today.

The capital letters above you
are means to make it truth,
but they are posted everywhere,
in case the building goes poof.

And once you have exited,
are you really out?
Or was the whole trick
just to get you about?

I guess there is no way to know
if its meaning has been twirled,
so I will keep on exiting
until I leave this world.

Our lives, as it is...

*Warning! Some Mature Content!*

*...I'm Serious...*


Filled with lust, feelings and hate.
No real love, no need to wait.
Just stick it in, one hole, or another,
doing things that would shame your mother.


Just strip em down, throw em in,
he is great, she is thin.
Disposable toys are all we care about.
We want a quick in, and never want out.


The problem (and not just what is in plain site)
is that we want in with everyone, all without a fight!
We want change! We want difference! We want everyone we see!
We want instant gratification! We want the freedom to be!


Now here's a quick story. It's all about me.
It may seem like bragging, but it's honest, truly.
At one point of my life, to be blunt, I was pure.
Didn't know what sex meant, or other "enjoyment", for sure.


Three years, that's all it took, to darken my heart,
just through friends, through the net, and other things apart.
All my mind says to do things, before all this time,
but before these introductions, I would have been fine.


Now my imagination is against me when imagining the earth.
I used to see it pure and clean, something nature gives birth.
That was then. Know what I see now? Women and men nude,
making love without love, and with careless attitude.


I now have  lust, I do have feelings, and fuck is what I hate.
This world is a dead one, and one I do berate.
You've already screwed me over, people who think it's swell.
You, just as much as I, are all going to hell.


If this poem offends you, well, that's all well and good.
If you have some pure, kind part in you, it should!
I would love to see a natural world, one without great force.
But first we need to change our reasons for intercourse!