Author: fiercepoet

confused
hell ridden world
a place with no escape
other ways are sought
suicidal ways

why must the world be so cruel….

i don’t know
but i’m coming after
my enemies with a
vengeance
stop fucking with me

friends come and go
some forget you
some fuck with you
he won’t leave me alone
the bitch taunts me
talks about me
he won’t go away
always one step behind me
looking over my shoulder
fucking with me
one day i will get the nerve
the stamina to tell him
stop fucking with me

i’ve been put into
self destruct mode
why i don’t know
the days are counting down
coming to an end
when will it be
who knows
tomorrow maybe
god knows
it should’ve already happened
long ago
when i got kicked out
or when jacob died
or should i say
jacob self destructed
i just want someone to talk to
someone who’ll listen
i just want a friend
is that too much to ask for
in this world i guess so
back to the old ways
the thoughts again
maybe kurt is my hero
maybe i’ll join him
i can self destruct too you know
at anytime
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1….

you’re living your game
no one’s any different
when you’re in the game
it treats everyone the same
because you’re a
victim of the game

no matter where you are
no matter what you do
no one can escape
the torment and pain
the struggles of life
you’re a victim of the game

whether you’re white or black
young or old
lively or depressed
you’ll never get away
the game never ends
you’re always a victim of the game

there’s no way to fight it
you can never escape the pain
it doesn’t matter who you are
everyone’s treated the same
if you have a heart
you’re a victim of the game

rocks are hard
time is short
klans are bad
alabamas the best
nines a number
dimes are coins
bugles are loud
candy is good
bugs are quiet
babies do smell
eggs are small
snails are slow
trains are large
fans are fanatic
rhymes are interesting
iambic is odd
evolution is true
numbers are huge
doors are nice
stannium is tin
friends are forever
oranges are sweet
red is red
evening is dark
velocity is math
evergreens are sticky
roses are pretty

christmas is a happy time
the cheer and joy of the season
the snow looks like a bleached white
it’s as bright as can be
nothing can spoil the season
everything as perfect as can be
jack frost nips at some ones nose
as water trickles off melting icesicles
the day ends early
the air becomes cool
night sets in
the sky turns black
black as can be black
it’s as though nature is
telling someone something
something of sorrow and grief
pain and torment
destruction and death
the season represents life
why must death invade
it sucks the happiness out
grief becomes the inevitable
the white snow turns to black slush
the cool breezes turn to harsh winds
everything changes
everything becomes as different as can be
as different as black and white

the calm has come
the eye is here
it’s not always
been this way
let me explain
it used to be
i was just a
face in the crowd
and rumors
started to fly
things began to happen
why i didn’t know
i wondered though
why’d it happen to me
of all people
all of it drove
me to the end
yes it’s what
you think
suicide
i didn’t do it
i don’t know why
my dad made
it worse
he didn’t care though
he kicked me out
and i thought
about it again
still didn’t do it
still don’t know why
what really pushed
me though
was a friend
who did
what his
problems were
i don’t know
his death
gave me life
in a way
i’ve met new
people who really
do care
to them thanks
they know who
they are
now i’m back
to normal
as normal as
could be
in the eye
of the storm

still it occurs today
unless you talk about it
i can’t help
cause it bothers teens
in indescribable ways
death of the ultimate form
endless ending

where
where is my place in this world
i wish i knew
life has been so hard for me
no one wants me around
i’m the joke
the jester if you please
my friends turn me away
make fun of me
yeah what friends they are
it’s hard with no one to talk to
no one there for me
when i need a shoulder to lean on
i end up falling like a dead tree
where
where’s a place
a place for me