Poetry Is A Form Of Art...Right?
I can't remember what I did with my other poems here...So, anyway...
This is something I just did....I don't really expect it to be very good, especially technically....It was just something I needed to tell someone...
Dead And Buried
Some people are stubborn,
They don't know when to quit,
When will they learn,
To stop stirring the shit?
When you know that it's over,
Pack your things and move on,
You never deserved to know her,
So you're just back where you belong
You lie, cheat and destroy,
Killing everything you touch,
You give false hope and fake joy,
Fantasy shouldn't hurt so much
You'll never be real,
The truth wont be discovered,
Until you learn how to feel,
The suffering that you cause to others
Everything's all about you,
You can't see outside of yourself,
All the selfish things you do,
Just end up hurting someone else
When you have killed it all,
You reach into your grave,
You pull out old dead memories,
To see what can be saved
Dead things can't create new life,
But you just keep on trying,
When you are dead inside,
Everything around you, just keeps dying
You have no conscience,
You have no heart or soul,
One day all of your deception,
Will begin to take its toll
You'll eventually be found out,
All your lies will be exposed,
Everyone will know what you're all about,
Then you will truly be alone
You can only use people for so long,
You can only fool them until they open their eyes,
When you turn around and they're gone,
You really shouldn't be so surprised
Don't be sad, when you can no longer see or hear her,
You'll end up with your true love and things will all work out,
One day when everyone else is gone you'll look in the mirror,
And into the eyes of the only person you ever really cared about
Until then...
Just lay back, close your eyes, and rest your head
Be silent, be still, because...You are dead
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If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit
My Karma ran over my Dogma
God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him
I'm suffocating in what's become of me...
The rancid remains of what I used to be
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