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They took away my toys. And replaced them with books and pens. Stifled my every joy. And gave them back only on the weekends. They took away my toys. Because I was now "too old to play".
~Warning: bad language and bad behaviour~. We have some exceedingly. Fucked up ideas of fun,. Involving cigs and alcohol,. Nights in the gutter,. You and me holed up. In a dirty hotel room,.
There was a great bang as the bolt exploded by his feet hurling him head over heels back ward slamming his head Into the ground. He woke up in a room full of people rushing this way and that.
Dressed to kill These three girls gonna get their fill Of music, fun and frolics Lots of drinking some alcoholic Misbehaving on a school night Sore eyes better watch this sight Out for the day...
Once, the world was whole and pure, A mystique aura of allure, Without there being FAKE, FAKE, FAKE, When there was give, not TAKE, TAKE, TAKE.
The wings vibrated faster than the human eye could see... I really could not help myself.. The hate towards these things was growing in me... Maybe Spy6 was right...
Street Art, taking over the city, Colour up the grime and make it look pretty, Street Art, a political displeasure, One man's waste is another man's treasure.
And if you could have taken a picture. Of that very moment. There would have been a glint in my eye. A smile on my face. A spark in my heart. That pushed through my pores and met.
I remember when I was about 6 years old, which wasn't too long ago since I'm only 16, a girl who lived at the end of my road had a sandbox in her back garden. There was 4 of us.
"Don't you remember me Hannah?" Daniel whispered and Hannah ignored him. "I am Rebu and so are you.
I'm falling like an avalanche, I'm drifting like a cloud, I'm singing loudly to the world, Apart from all the 'crowd'.
You say there's no hope for me Insatiable is how I want to be. I don't want to take it easy I want to be extra sleazy. Don't talk to me about correction Cause it's giving me an erection.
Chapter 2 Sitting in the alleyway, I hear a noise, interrupting my thoughts about our flawed society. The shoes make a clacking sound on the pavement which lets me know that it's someone with money.
Chapter 1 I was always a wanderer. I can't stay in one place for too long; It bores me. It scares me. That's why I have never been one suitable for a family.
Metal, oil, ^stocks^ and banks, And |sticks| and •stones• to climb the ranks, ***Desire, fire, loath and lust*** A falsehood born of dust and trust.
Don't spoil everything I've become Don't think you're better then me Don't act like you're more important Don't dictate the way you want me to be.
A grey baron waste land, dull replicated people, living synthetic lives. A conformists' world.
I'm running away from the cop cars. Guided by the lights from the night stars. I'm not getting caught by the watch guards. They want to see me trapped behind thick bars.
Motorcycle man wild as hell, In the thunder is where I dwell. I've no care for the law of the land, Against it all I take my stand.
I have been here for long Since I was young Surrounded by people I love dearly But now I want to wonder freely We've been trapped in this box Although no one sees it that way but me There are no...
she stays in bed all day. she didn't have to go anywhere. she could stay in her bed for 24 solid hours and no one would care. maybe her mom would come check in. maybe she'd get a text.
"what does this mean?" She was asking. "To the people who know me?" I replied. She nodded slightly. "Nothing" I replied which earned a earnest smile from her. "Okay" was her smiling reply.
We run too fast that's why we fall. We break our knees but still stand tall. Squeeze our bones and make us small. We'll take what's ours, we want it all. Push us once, push some more.
NORMALITY BE DAMNED. I'm sorry for my hair, Mum, I know you are ashamed, I know there is a hint, in you, That thinks you should be blamed.