What to do?Touch upon the tangential focal point of confusion Bring to the light the corruption of perfection And listen to the banter of the heralds! Write your heart's idea Blow your soul's perception And speak your mind's collectionWhat to do?
Look back and remember the times The good, the bad, the ugly And remember the lines
I once wrote to you as a friend Interested in your soul And now a jail of predisposition Holds me and my whole.
I wanted happiness, But apparently will have nothing of it. I wanted your peace, But apparently our lives didn't
VoicesSo many mother fucking times I have had to close my blinds Emotionally corrupt and standing alone In a messed up and broken home Not quite knowing where peace stands Listening to people tell me with their hands That I have this answer inside One that terrorizes me and tears me wide Open, leaves me with nothing Even when I just try to bring Everything to the table, I speak with my voice My solitude laughs and mocks my choice TO fight and to be free Flipping off the world, just to be A little more than what they say I can Fighting and making sure they knowVoices
Tomorrow and LaterThere stands a chance I will never know freedom. We think we understand, but we only know what we sense! But how does one who is eternally restrained Sense, or even feel freedom? Would I, one of the forever bound even know what to do?Tomorrow and Later
Example I believe that tomorrow exists. Except for the 'people' That tell you the end is near, Explain to you that rapture is nigh While all that flows through your head Is how much longer before you're out of their sight For they are the ones who live in fear of tomorrow And even though you know they're wrong How do you know to
Make a difference.I won't give you the nonsensical bullshit you're used to hearing in various forms of media and entertainment. I won't give you the benefit of the doubt, freedom of speech; I will give you nothing but the words in front of you.Make a difference.
Every day I read articles or see things, people, places. It saddens me to know that I'm overweight, and I try so hard to not be. That I look for freedom, and darkness is all that I find. I hate that in order to drive anywhere, I either see fat people walking, or fat people driving. In any case, the skinny one's are stupid too. Stupid and angry, insolent, and vengeful. &nb
Yo.
Nervous
Maybe it's what you've tried to tell me?
I still miss you in a weird way.
Merry belated christmas though. I turned 21 last monday!
Happy New Years, I wish you the best.
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Joe was here =]
ps.Is it also a reason why you haven't spoken to me for last five or six months?
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Joe was here =]
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Joe was here =]
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