Where has our honesty gone?
The world is spinning out of perspective

Individualists
More like conventionalists

Wanting to be a free soul
Instead, we’re losing control

How do we define different?

“Different
            A pseudo-polite way of saying something is unpleasantly weird or unacceptable”                      [www.urbandictionary.com]


What about individual?

“individual
         Individual's may actually conform, just to prove that they are individual from other individuals...
        There is no definition of an individual, for to define an individual is hideously oxymoronic.”                     [www.urbandictionary.com]

All of these rules and ideologies
Which become more like mythologies

Giving us a…what… purpose?
Because without one were all worthless?

How does the media propel
Drive some great minds down to hell

But wait, sometimes those scars
Are not the real person they are

What about the girl next door
Is she perfect? Or is she a *****

How come the prepped up ****
Gets a thousand girls to put his ****-
-Y  attitude towards

What about all those hipsters
“individualists” in all their glister

PROTOTYPES
We are always followed

“To be, or not to be”
Now THAT  is a real question

Why cant we all just BE

F R E E

Within our own minds
Refuse ourselves to be confined

But no matter where we go
The world will be a tv show
[scripted and masked]

Because the crazy professor who screamed in the crowd
Did a small scene from a movie out loud

And the individualist across the street
Got her haircut from Georgia O’deet

While the artist down the road
Saw his painting when it snowed

Though its obvious we refuse to admit defeat
Individual doesn’t march to its own beat

You were supposed to be my best friend
But I can’t find you under your skin
          [where are you hiding?]
I’ve looked to where the sidewalk ends
I’m afraid to walk around the bend

You used to be the one who loved
Now you’ve disappeared
          [invisible to be invincible]
While I’m stuck here fighting
Trying to win you back, but losing

You should have been the one to trust
That I could make it through
          [past the thorns and over the bodies]
The past I should have buried
No decisions should have varied

You would have been stronger for me
But now you push me down
            [silence can be deadly]
And I’m done fooling around
My feelings have unwound

You could be my one true friend
Though I guess you want it to end
            [But I miss your awkward laughter]
Our bonding over obnoxious behavior
I miss you as my anchor

I kept telling myself I wasn’t crazy
That I would stick it high, and maybe
Pull myself through this barbed wire
With a little help that’ll take me higher

But it seems these pills aren’t working
Still, in fact their just distorting
All my dreams and aspirations
Please shut down my imagination

Cause these lies are plain and tasteless
I’m not sure how much longer I'll take this
Naivety dressed its best
As my friends blend with the rest

I hope my heart knows this last truth
And that I won’t be a wasted youth
I may be young and reckless
But I sure as hell will never be backless

I stormed the mountain peaks so high
And I’ll push on through til the day I die
With my dignity understood by all
As for now I'll try to walk more tall

The more I say it isn’t true
The more I realize what I feel for you
You wish it wouldn’t, but it does
There are the few who see past the flaws

I keep on trying to look forward
Past these silent screamings murmured
Through the shattered glass and fears
I’ll go beyond wisdom of my years

Street smart
Street art
Street rat
That’s what they call her

Awake and taking prey
On every moment
of warmth,  Of sincerity,
Of falling ice , of prosperity

Street rat wandered down too far
Coward away buried in herself
No one could see her nor did they care
For a little old street rat couldn't compare

Street art took the next right down
Her beauty glows as she devours the unknown
The back stands tall and the quick strides progress
Stared down and pondered by all the rest

Street smart went the whole ten yards
He world is a brutal place
But they will accept my wingspan
As she loads her bags with spray cans

We come  t o g t h e r  to stand as ONE
And paint the freedom of respect
On this city we will one day call our own
we will not sway; our passion is stone

Spread the message that we are strong
we see with our real eyes  
But can we see all of the lies
Before its too late, can we realize?
And overcome.TOGETHERASONE.

you think your a poet
riddle me this
how come the scars upon my wrists
were scratched on by your fists

you think your a hero
who did you save
i see the children laughing
and i hope their hearts arent cracking

you think you deserve respect
what did you give
besides a shove down the staircase
or lesson in how to run a race

you think you understand
when did you die inside
it was all just a game to you
while i laid there without a clue

you think you earned the right
how were you a father
yea, your voice goes real loud
but it will never make anyone proud

you think your sorry
but how well was your apology made
crying and drinking dont go far
neither was the milage to the bar

you think you are forgiven
well to me, your just
a peice of nothing
yet at the same time, something

you think you are a father
hugging in fear is not love
you  squeezed so tight you broke my bones
while giving in to all your groans

you think you have an impact
on my life, when the truth is simple
the only reason i can never flee
is because you always will haunt me

you think i might just love you
but i hate you so much i dont care
because when i see the little girls on the playground
i want to cry and my mind pounds

you think i might forgive you
memories seem to clear more everyday
and ill never forgive a second youre around
id rather see you in the ground

Mommy mommy come quick!
Theres a monster under my bed
Hes been under there for
Quite some time
And bedtime I now dread

Hunny, there are no monsters
‘mommy, please just listen!’
Just close your eyes
And itll be okay
Eventually dreamland will glisten

Mommy mommy come quick!
Theres a monster under my desk
Its lurking in the shadows
Of my chair
Hes being so grotesque

Listen dear, there are no monsters
Close those lids
Picture puppies in a field
Running with butterflies
And playing with kids

Mommy mommy come quick!
Theres a monster in my closet
I know hes there
Please sleep in here
Stay all night and watch it

Babygirl, there are no monsters
Now close your eyes and rest
Relax your mind
And breathe deeply
Tonight you will sleep your best

Mommy mommy come quick!
The monster is out right now
He is kneeling at my bedside
His hands are running through my sheets
I want to disappear somehow

But he wont leave
His fingers keep wandering
Mommy, I don’t like this massage
Please make him go away
And save me from all of this hurting

perfect example
of a disaster
calm, serene, sunny day
not even the slightest chance of grey
then BAM

it hits

a huge wave of reality
crashes into my face
with its angry force
that bubbles under my lid
and floods over

it drowns

everyone in my path
because these emotions can
**** you in
yea, i can ride the wave
for awhile, until

it crashes

and im sinking into
the dark depths of my mind
sinking under the crystal blue
that once told me
it'll be OK

it thunders

louder than the silence
of his lies, my cries
white rapids force a struggle
to reach the surface
of myself

it ripples

and i begin to see through
the surface tension
this can be made right
this doesnt end tonight
frantic movements stir the water

it quiets

thinking is easier
extend arms up
push water down
break the surface
gasp for air

it whispers

the waves are calm
but lives are lost
my city lies deep below
it will always haunt me
am i still alive

it survives