Llemons

Ask a fanatic about her depression Ask about drugs and mental aggression Ask her if it's hard to be totally aimless To live, without reason, a life that is shapeless A fanatic will tell you he cannot relate He isn't forced by boredom to contemplate The meaning of life, of love, and hate A fanatic's purpose is clear and precise Whether holy devotion, or twisted vice A fanatic is engulfed in passion and drive He knows that a mission exists in is his life He works toward that mission, that glorious end With every dollar earned, invested, and spent With every second passed in every situation He finds, in his self, true actualization From Bin La

So I'm awake, alert, and alone 5 hours from school Suffering consciousness on my own Because biology is cruel Because my biology is cruel, And my thoughts are unrelenting Thoughts of productivity, Of my laziness repenting If my laziness repented I'd be awake much longer Writing, learning, achieving And making myself stronger Making myself stronger.. But by whose awful standard? To get a better test score, and have all the right answers Do I want all the right answers? Do I want to know the whys? Will I find peace and closure, and finally rest my eyes? Would I ever rest my eyes If I knew why I was here? Although I didn't try But so many

One man falls alone A failure on his own grasping at the edges of faithless practices trying, crying, begging, to hold on as they slip away as his fingers wither grey and the grip he held with strength is now more than he can take The principle of willpower Was always doomed by desire Like a house built on the sand In contrast to some incomparably grand mansion laid on invisible concrete Now his final fingers are slipping His mind is filled with longing longing to return to an earlier era to when he could save the abused to wipe away their tears to hold them through their fears to show them love exists to prove they're more than this His l

Any kind of faith is a struggle to defend; because faith is a unique and personal trend* Faith is the realization, the wisdom, the acceptance That life's inner workings don't make perfect sense Some think that science has swallowed it whole As if an explanation were an answer at all As if it were enough just to know the how behind every event that brought you down The thing about faith is that it takes real pain Real pain to believe that there is an escape Real pain to see past the black and the white Real pain to give you something real to fight Then faith becomes visible to your wide open eyes And you can decide what has saved you from why'

I can't understand why my heart wrenches in pain Or what it is at this moment that makes me afraid Have I fallen so far from any faith in humanity, that in any bit of fun danger is all I see? I don't want to see her hurt any more than she has Not like the rest, like anyone who's needed help They only sink further and further into a shell of the beautiful energetic people they once were Will there ever be a single human in pain who will recover and regain joy and escape from the same? My strongest and single overcoming desire Is to see her succeed and have love and fire.

We had never thought that it would come to this, but here we are.. at a crossroads between a road we know we can't walk forever, and a road we never believed would be able to take us anywhere but over the edge. Every aspect of our lives has changed more than our old selves can handle, but our new selves haven't quite stepped up to the plate, either. We look to our left and see the flames licking the shoulder on a beaten dirt path long abandoned by the pioneers and Indians and white flights and semi trucks. A road leading to some wonderful dream unique and specific to each weary traveler. A dream so vague it had to be worth reaching, through

I am blessed or I am cursed with unbreakable faith that a life after death inevitably awaits Let it come swiftly I don't need this time I'm just here to find The right way to die I take it all for granted And I think that I should Not until I leave Will things truly be good I don't need to be happy I don't need to have things Only something to stand for To lessen the sting Of the pain that I see And am unable to change Of all those left wanting to be freed from their age Those who desire life eternal, to be here on this earth Who hide from their dismal lack of individual worth Don't tell me be happy I won't ever care Don't tell me to stud

Every day the knife feels more real I look at my wrist and I see beyond reality I imagine a release and I can let it all go Every day the knife moves more away from fantasy I cry out in my mind where no one can hear me I scream at my fears and desires and insecurities Every day I blink and come back to the world I see I cry out, my God why don't you save me You who were there when the dark was all around me Every day I wish for strength and a better me I cry out for deliverance and no one can hear Is there no aid now that the dark is within me? Every day my purpose gets harder to see The black fills my mind and I hardly can breathe My beauti

Ever been in the minority? Where most seem to be on your side? There's opposition from within And none of them care what's right They twist and curse and distort, Break and wreck and institutionalize And all that your heart supports Is masked in their mass of lies And really you just hate them Most on your own team Because those who stand against you Just want to tear the seams Sewn by selfish and ignorant men Who never knew their own beliefs Those who take up sword and pen To make a world that's just for them They give your cause a wicked name Of evil, hypocrisy, abuse, and shame They work to cover up the flame That was made to light up t

They push him far beyond the line The entire world has lost its sight Injustice and corruption, spread by lie He tames the rage but it grows inside Driven mad by the simple question of why Why does the world live dead and still get by? How do all people kill but never are tried? Evading what's right and ever so sly They won't escape accountability, not this time To a deserved death for every crime As one by one, in his mind they die From fantasy to reality, come their cries As each one flees for the gift of life From his wounds to reality, they all should die And in the end, his own blood will fly From torture to reality, Colum

Lately I've been thinking, if the steps That I've taken were meaningful at all I'm not sure if my conscience helps me anymore Maybe faith is guiding me through this storm My heart feels like it's being torn By the one who I've cared about the most

Be determined, my friend, as nothing remains constant. Be careful, so that of which we choose is not our end. Be transparent, let nothing blind you. Force value upon that which tarnished long ago: Dreams too great to ponder; Lives derailed by slaughter. Be truthful, the light is still set upon us. Be righteous, faith isn't false to everyone else. Be warned, this day is not our blackest. Deny all our victories, And forget our only fixation On all of God's lambs.

Red lipstick stains her windowpane She’s unbeknownst to lovers' eyes. Although her soul may ache with pain One wonders why she never cries. Her lips they trace a victims face She’s torn her heart out like a weed. Although her body rips like lace One wonders why she doesn’t bleed. Nightfall beckons her weary mind She plays in shadows amongst the creeps. Although the truth she cannot find One wonders why she never sleeps. She breathes in a flutter of nervous lust While her amber skin presses onto him. To whom the one she can entrust? Then sadness breaks her body’s whim. Something is stirring deep down inside An impr

He lived in a world where he was silenced,    when what he wanted most was to be loud. The day he felt nothing,    he left without a sound.