Post by Raven on Jun 26, 2007 21:46:04 GMT -5
You.
I like you.
Do you feel the same?
Or is it just the game?
Was I really here that night?
Or did I fake your fight?
I wish I could tell dreams from life.
Yet you taunt me with death
Is she your dream?
Or mine?
Am I real?
Or Dead?
Tell me now!
Before I break!
You.
I hate you.
--
There is a boy
He lives on the moor
He has to be smart
Many other creatures try there luck
But he is to fast
He runs and runs
He brings me the hope I hope
He brings me the dreams I dream
He fights the demons in my head
He saves me from my ever awaiting fate
The moor lets me run with him side by side
I run and run
I bring him the hope he hopes
I bring him the dreams he dreams
I fight the demons in his head
I save him from his ever awaiting fate
We both know our fate
We were meant for nothing other then death
I fight for the last strand of life I have
He helps me
He is the boy on the moor.
--
The nights cool and un-forbidding
The sound of an owls hoot
The noise of playful cats
The radio
The light from my lamp
I hear these
The sound of stomping and laughter
My ears ring
The longing for peace
The longing for alone time
I think about these
Yearning to go on road trips
Yearning for real friends
Yearning to have my pets back
I yearn
Yes, I am restless but so is everyone else who hasn’t found their true home.
--
Relatives? We have started the first generation
Not them they never helped!
Then why do I wish I had relatives?
My family is enough
I should forget them
but I can’t how easily they forgot us
Why don’t we pay them their dues?
They should never hear from us again
We are branded anew shall start a new Brand
A flame, an outcast, but we have lived
no more the weak links
we shall prevail as a family
No more disowning of relatives Worth having
Some were but hey life works in mysterious ways
I used to think it fun having a huge list of relatives
Now I despise each and everyone of them
Why you ask? We went homeless many a night
We went hungry, They made my parents get stressed out
and not one penny was for offered without asking
I hope they burn in a fiery pit I shun them from my life never will I succumb to being part of Their family
They can cheat and lie all they want
But I shall be clean and cheerful to my real family
So call us no more family of yours for we are
A New Brand!
--
'The sun, the sky
Always I ask them, why?
Why must I weep?
Never to keep?
Why must I touch nothing but air?
The line's thin as hair
Why must I scream?!
To have a perfect dream?!
To be alive, not afraid?
Oh trust me I have prayed
Trust me I have tried
God knows I have cried
But still I ask them why?
Why am I forgetful?
Why am I cruel?
Nasty, rarely discrete?
Oh so meek?
Oh so many faults!
Twould be a miracle if I could'
"Backwards" version
"The moon, the clouds
Always I tell them to leave!
Let me be free like the wind
Never bound to love and kin
Let me be, so I may weep
Behind my six foot high barrier
Let me be, so I may pretend to only sleep
Oh your laugh...it burns!
Oh your tears...They hurt
Oh my hands...They ache
Do you understand yet?
We never even met!
The thorn inside me digs...
The pain inside you grows...
The fear we made lives...
Together, we shall leave, we break free
Oh chains and family
Tomorrow we leave
Today we cope...
Please...Please do not mope
In the morning we will be home.
Critique would be nice.
I like you.
Do you feel the same?
Or is it just the game?
Was I really here that night?
Or did I fake your fight?
I wish I could tell dreams from life.
Yet you taunt me with death
Is she your dream?
Or mine?
Am I real?
Or Dead?
Tell me now!
Before I break!
You.
I hate you.
--
There is a boy
He lives on the moor
He has to be smart
Many other creatures try there luck
But he is to fast
He runs and runs
He brings me the hope I hope
He brings me the dreams I dream
He fights the demons in my head
He saves me from my ever awaiting fate
The moor lets me run with him side by side
I run and run
I bring him the hope he hopes
I bring him the dreams he dreams
I fight the demons in his head
I save him from his ever awaiting fate
We both know our fate
We were meant for nothing other then death
I fight for the last strand of life I have
He helps me
He is the boy on the moor.
--
The nights cool and un-forbidding
The sound of an owls hoot
The noise of playful cats
The radio
The light from my lamp
I hear these
The sound of stomping and laughter
My ears ring
The longing for peace
The longing for alone time
I think about these
Yearning to go on road trips
Yearning for real friends
Yearning to have my pets back
I yearn
Yes, I am restless but so is everyone else who hasn’t found their true home.
--
Relatives? We have started the first generation
Not them they never helped!
Then why do I wish I had relatives?
My family is enough
I should forget them
but I can’t how easily they forgot us
Why don’t we pay them their dues?
They should never hear from us again
We are branded anew shall start a new Brand
A flame, an outcast, but we have lived
no more the weak links
we shall prevail as a family
No more disowning of relatives Worth having
Some were but hey life works in mysterious ways
I used to think it fun having a huge list of relatives
Now I despise each and everyone of them
Why you ask? We went homeless many a night
We went hungry, They made my parents get stressed out
and not one penny was for offered without asking
I hope they burn in a fiery pit I shun them from my life never will I succumb to being part of Their family
They can cheat and lie all they want
But I shall be clean and cheerful to my real family
So call us no more family of yours for we are
A New Brand!
--
'The sun, the sky
Always I ask them, why?
Why must I weep?
Never to keep?
Why must I touch nothing but air?
The line's thin as hair
Why must I scream?!
To have a perfect dream?!
To be alive, not afraid?
Oh trust me I have prayed
Trust me I have tried
God knows I have cried
But still I ask them why?
Why am I forgetful?
Why am I cruel?
Nasty, rarely discrete?
Oh so meek?
Oh so many faults!
Twould be a miracle if I could'
"Backwards" version
"The moon, the clouds
Always I tell them to leave!
Let me be free like the wind
Never bound to love and kin
Let me be, so I may weep
Behind my six foot high barrier
Let me be, so I may pretend to only sleep
Oh your laugh...it burns!
Oh your tears...They hurt
Oh my hands...They ache
Do you understand yet?
We never even met!
The thorn inside me digs...
The pain inside you grows...
The fear we made lives...
Together, we shall leave, we break free
Oh chains and family
Tomorrow we leave
Today we cope...
Please...Please do not mope
In the morning we will be home.
Critique would be nice.
