April 18, 2013

Strangers on a bus, dim and statically still,

Been here before, been here again, the endless stream.

Watching and waiting, like trees at the scene of a kill,

Speak or silence, frustration bursting from the seam.

 

Second place, lost the race,

fade on the winds, to an alternate ending,

Internal civil war, chances gone, but still a still face

Times up, she gone, self destruct impending.


  1. izackbadly izackbadly thinks you're a loser


April 18, 2013

Strangers on a bus, dim and statically still,

Been here before, been here again, the endless stream.

Watching and waiting, like trees at the scene of a kill,

Speak or silence, frustration bursting from the seam.

 

Second place, lost the race,

fade on the winds, to an alternate ending,

Internal civil war, chances gone, but still a still face

Times up, she gone, self destruct impending.




Loser of the Week
April 17, 2013

We are no one, amen,

The beggining, end and middle concealed within a riddle,

Ask ourselves to focus-start again.

 

Yet as we dwell in our minorities,

Mocked by pride and perfection, judged on our complexion

Rejected by the majorities, belittled by authorities,

 

What gift from lady luck did we recieve?

Looks fame or physicality? instead of a cold reality,

Is there hope yet? What do you believe?

 

 

 


  1. aloaqp aloaqp said: I have a question: what the fuck are you trashing about?
  2. arashk arashk thinks you're a loser