It could be you or me
Watching the news
Nowadays
Is no different from
Wacthing horror
Movies
Our reality is so sow
Yet we are yet to deal
With it
As we are so comfortable
In our comfortable comfort zone
So when you sit comfortable
Wacthing this
Horror realities today
From you rich mansions
Or little flat
Dont forget what goes
Around could
Come around your
Coner
If we fail to fight for humanity
Now as today reality speaks
For those victims
You see
may be
One day
It could be you or me
Winter
It's only November
But it's as cold as December
As fallen leaves
10 crisp deep
Nestlé beneath my frozen feet
And cover this suburban coner Street
My home town has been turned Autumn golden brown
Seemingly overnight
While the Summer slowly drowns away
And night replaces day
The rain is pouring ever sideways
And grims the word
For the ailing tree's
That masqerade as witches noses
In protracted shadow's
Scaring children from the meadow's
God how i miss the warmth of Summer
And pristine green and floral patterns
That while away my aching woes and pressing matters
As 6 long month's
My patience waits
For like the leaves
On static tree's
I long to feel a life affirming summer breez
Lap happiness accross my dour Soul
And blow away the Winter's toll
I quickly turn a coner, and run so fast,
I look at the wall that towers above and realize I'm trapped,
I cover my face and fall to the ground,
With a snicker I suddenly realize I have been found,
My books are knocked from my hands, and I'm thrown to the floor,
I cry out, "STOP PLEASE NO MORE!"
I feel her hands agaist my throat, as I frantically gasp for air,
I close my eyes tight and hope it's just a nightmare,
I think about my parents, and the friends I've held so close,
I tug at her hands, but my movements are slowed,
I've been a target of hate for so many years,
Keeping the silence and holding back tears,
My vision gets blurry, everything turns a dull grey,
For she is the Hunter and I am her prey,
I realize this is my last battle,
And what's done is done,
Beacuse this is a battle,
That just can't be won.
I think about why me, why now, why?
With the world growing dark, I whisper goodbye.
i do not have a girl, its just no im not a phoner, i do enjoy my bread, but just no im not a sconer, i know i like to laugh, but just no im not a stoner, im invisible to girls, but just no im not a moaner. i collect just what i want, and just yes i am an owner, no one wants some more of me, so its no im not a cloner, i am only made of metal, so its yes i am a droner, do not rush me im not fast, and just yes i am a slowner. i will never change for you, so its no im not a toner, i do not care about your life, i will never be a doner, girls just look at me like scum, so just yes i am a coner, i do have lots of friends, but i will always be...THE LONER.
AM A LONER
don't pick *****
one day i got coner
it was at night
just beady light
got into a
STREET FIGHT
The warmth of your lips upon my cheek
the touch of your fingers press on my skin, the sensation of your arms wrap around me
your heart beating with the beat of my mine
The eyes that spirk chills upon my spine
Divine beauty undescrible lust for your affection
Hands spread over the truth of mans will that my heart be shown pure in the eyes of a
vitrious women
No coner or space in my mind that dosent desire a women of your beauty
Pleasing to the mind tempting to the touch You have taken me my soul
I desire your caring needs and i embrace your pains and hurts
Take me as i am and for i am more than the world and lust
My love is strong and my heart withstand I love u take my hand
For I am in love