Oy everyone. So I write poems / song texts in my free time. Nothing serious, just for fun. To bring this section to life I thought it would be a good idea to post some pieces here. May be they entertain or even make you think a little bit, who knows? Let me know what you think. Best of wishes to everyone. Let go I know the time must come to end my shame. Searching for my healed scars, just to cut them again. Have you ever wondered? Have you ever covered yourself up to comfort your empty soul? I'll never forget. Everything got so goddamn foul, way too fast. I tried so hard. I wanted to be your friend. I can't let you go. Never will find someone like you. I need someone for my story. I can't let you go. This time I can't scream, while scratching my itchy wounds. No. I'll never forget, How broken my soul is, I try to hide. I tried so hard. I wanted to be your friend. I have to let you go. Never will find someone like you. I need someone for my story. I have to let you go. I wanted to be your friend. I have to let you go. I will never know. I'll let you go now! Inspired by Allele - Stitches
I love it, very deep and well thought out, shows that whats truly inside is harsh and hard to handle at times. Im not that great at literature crap but this looks amazing man, I always like to read some deep poems and you hit that nail right on the spot!
Oy Taco_cat I am very glad you enoyed it. Writing "deep" poetry is my thing really, although everything can be "deep" when you are taking a good look at it. In my opinion at least^^ Well I got a lot more: Deep, serious, funny, ridicolous, cringy, ironic, sad, deepressing, motivating stuff. Everything really. Just posting one after another until I get banned for spamming or something Breakup I got something new. Open your heart! Now I can see right through. Several tricks in a mix, take a kiss. Nervous drums and questions for a quick fix. So relax, while we wait for the night, just open your heart, it's gonna be alright. Listen. Waiting all the night. Danger left and right. Devil's inside this building. It's such a bad sign. Shadows lurking like creatures. Glancing around towards you, yeah. People run to shelter. What's gonna happen to us? All the steps we take, all the moves we make, all those may be mistakes. I see the chaos, like everyone. Who are we? What can we do? You and I, we aren't on the same page. We walk along without style and we want change. Follow the melody, and not your eyes. There is literally no way we can grow. Can't hold not much longer. I will never let go. I know it's a one way track. Tell me how long this will last. I'm not gonna think this way. Don't wanna be a coward nor a lover. Look my eyes and feel right through. Now I see what I gotta do. Open your heart, it's gonna be alright. There is absoluteley no anchor. Shadows keep attacking. Lift off, close to crying. Confusion, all this anger. I don't know what it is, but you drive me crazy. All your conniving tricks make me sick. You won't have it your own way. Can't hold not much longer. I will never let go. I know it's a one way track. Tell me how long this will last. I'm not gonna think this way. Don't wanna be a coward nor a lover. Look my eyes and feel right through. Now I see what I gotta do. Open your heart and you will see. Open your heart, it will be alright. Just Keep on going you, just hold on tight. Now we got a leftover here, I am using poetry for this breakup. Oh well, nice try. Better luck next time, leaving all those problems behind. Who will be crawling back at the speed of sound? We can just tear everything down and build something up on some new ground. It's what we know, it's what we do, you see? So open up your heart, 'cause it will set you free. If we don't stop... There will be no future for us. It's hard standing up. My god, hate to say it but: I want to be free. I know it's a one way track. Tell me how long this will last. Look my eyes and feel right through. Now I see what I gotta do. Open your heart, it's gonna be alright. Inspired by Crush 40 - Open your heart (Bentley Jones remix)
Shadows of darkness Hello loneliness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again. Because the pictures in my heart are showing and the tiredness keeps on surviving and the demons that are planted in my brain are still living within the shadows of darkness. Restless I wander with my bare feet a painful path made of glass. Needless to say you want me to appreciate. I really wonder if I can ever pass when my feet are stained with the beautiful red of my blood that attests the harshness which lurks in the shadows of darkness. And all of a sudden I am witnessing dozens of generations aimlessly wandering. People talking without meaning, people hearing without understanding, people writing poems without knowing the only truth. Is noone daring to enter the shadows of darkness? Considering this, you can not see what kind of hell this will be. If you trust me I can teach you. If you take my arms I may reach you. Take my word: I accept my fate without hate. I still am in the shadows of darkness. All of us just want some balance to continue our lives with grace. Visions are washed out with shades and yes, also I fall on my face. Scientists, artists, athletes, everybody here needs their own pace to understand you'll need your heart, not your eyes to navigate through the shadows of darkness. Inspired by Simon and Garfunkel - Sound of silence (covered by Disturbed) ... But I guess you all figured that one out, huh?
All we want is love Listen, I want to teach not minding how many I reach, what following phrase consists of: All we want is love. Love is a tough decision to make. We know it must be something great. What we don't know is what we have to do, what burdens to bare, what wisdoms to share, how we have to prepare, to suffer through despair. Are we even allowed to compare? Love is not about feeling better. Love is about the sacrifices you make together. Love ain't a wonderpill, which lets you fullfill every damn thing you will. Nevertheless you still want to climb up that hill? Bullshit. This is not what love is about. If you feel like that you better start to obey the stupid crowd. Love is about the pain you endure together, not minding the falling rain. Love has a weird flavour. The sacrifices you are willing to make, or simply to give everything it has to take, in order to overcome the dark shade. How long will you persue this fate? Love is not more valuable than friendship, Love does not always make you feel splendid. Love is not about the quality of your defense. Love is, simply put, just an awful lot more intense. Love is about cheating. Not on her you dumb jerk. I am clearly talking about cheating on yourself. What's about this fine woman here? Maybe her over there? Your mind is leaving this atmosphere. How the fuck is this even fair? All this temptation outside, but you frankly fail to realize, she doesn't feel otherwise, this undoubtedly can not be paradise. You are slowly starting to frown. Can't really blame you if this lecture is making you furious. In the end it all comes down to taking responsibility very serious. Love will fail those who are searching for perfection. Love will fail those who are craving for satisfaction. Love will fail those who are looking for sexual action. Love will fail those who are falling for seduction. Love will bless those who are taking responsibility and obligation. The highway to love is hard and far, just like the way to your most precious star. On top of that it seems there is no retreat, or tell me why are all these dead bodies laying on the concrete. Being with her doesn't always taste like cupcakes. Desire for a new adventure, how to overcome? Are you suddenly afraid of doing mistakes? Commit suicide. Because you certainly will do some. Do you remember how you emphasized that you'd stay with her until you die? By the end of this verse you realize every given promise was just one stupid lie. Until you see that you fucked up. There is no way for a fresh start. You not only simply broke-up, you literally broke a heart. You're lonely, wandering, desperately wondering: "Was it too much to conquer?" You are looking to her. She's fed up. Now you understand all this fuzz. Love kills us. Just as well as our life does.
Out of here! Just one more goddamn day before I finally realize all I will do is to fight the whole night. Give me one more day, I will see that fate only mocks me. This is one of a kind. I don't know if I'm right. People can no longer doubt the harshness of life if all there is left is darkness in their sight. They will remember the moment they checked both of their sides. Their daily life promptly resigns. This fear inside you restrains because you know this will be one hell of a ride, taking all your pride. Risk mixed up with pain, at the end of this struggle you can't know if you get denied. Makes you shiver all night. People can no longer deny the tragedy of life once they incontrovertibly find out the price they have to pay, all the actions and decisions aside. Hope is not the only one that cries. Now I want you to open up your mind to fully comprehend mankind. You really should open up your mind so you don't feel quarantined. All you must do is open up your mind in order not to remain blind. You only have to open up your mind to see all the corpses you already left behind. People can no longer run from reality. They are too busy to obey their made up prophecy. They will remember the moment they dared to open their eyes. Hope not only cries, it simply dies. Throw all your fists in the air. Not much longer and you want to scream: "Oh please, just get me out of here!" Inspired by Disturbed - Ten thousand fists
Not bulletproof Contemplating, isolating, and it's burning me out. Differentiating, not recovering, taking another knockout. I urgently need a clue what to do but I promised to make sure that I will never leave you. Now I want you, now I need you, You are too far gone. I really try to fix my life without breaking it. I'm telling you, I'm not bulletproof, believe me, I'm not bulletproof. May be I'm strong, but not bulletproof. And now you are too far gone. I'm addicted and so afflicted that It is fucking me over. Only confusion, can't see a solution, it was you who gave me all affirmation. Can only last a set amount of pain, considering to quit the game but I am telling you that nothing will ever be the same. Now I want you, now I need you. You are too far gone. Going through the dark, for orientation I need a spark. I'm telling you, I'm not bulletproof, believe me, I'm not bulletproof. Yes, may be I'm strong, but not bulletproof. And now you are too far gone. Now I want you, now I need you. You are too far gone. I'm so frustrated: Why's everything complicated? I'm telling you I'm not bulletproof. Oh baby I'm not bulletproof. Listen honey I'm not bulletproof. Your soul is too far gone. I am assuring you, I'm not bulletproof. After all it does depend on the mood. I certainly am not bulletproof. And now you are gone for good. Inspired by Godsmack - Bulletproof
The fallen ones I have begun to realize as a matter of fact I am not an innocent lamb more like a freak in disguise. It's easy now to compromise good and evil even though I don't even know what is wrong and what is right. And suddenly i feel alive thanks to your words that revive my strength lingering inside. I have never thought that you would be by my side. I am really wondering if our time is worthwhile. I have no doubts anymore, because it is time. Shyly I stumble everytime towards you and I'm reverently begging that you hold me for the rest of our life. Thank you for opening up my mind and for dealing with disquiet while the world maliciously gibes a man who secretly cries. I'm so unbelievably happy that you arrived. All my principles reborn and refined. Letting love inside, and we both know why. 'Cause you are mine. It's crazy, I never would have believed that you could be mine. It's funny, I never would have thought that we would walk the same line. And it doesn't really matter how often we date, always admiring the wonderful moments we create. At the same time we both know that there is no escape. We make sure that we will never forget. One thing is clear and on this I would bet: As long as we follow this healthy mindset we would never be able to regret. As far as I can remember We want to take over the world together. I am burning inside. Pain and agony comprised. You were mine. Oh please, just let me be the one carrying you with pride. These times get really shabby because you lied. How Do I regain control when you are on the other side? We can't take over the world no more because you died. You died. Inspired by Disturbed - You're mine
When hope is lost We tried to love with responsibility, but now it's over. We ran forward in order to live with dignity, not to surrender. We walked our path together until the end, do you remember? I'm caught beneath this loss of my one and only love, this time forever. When angels fall, with broken wings, no giving up. The pain, it stings. When hope is lost and daylight ends, I will carry you and we will live happily ever after, this time forever. Darkness chases the light away. It's useless. I tried everything I potentially could, but failed. It's pointless. Broken I remain brave and be mourning at your grave. When angels fall, with broken wings, no giving up. The pain, it stings. When hope is lost and daylight ends, I will carry you and we will live happily ever after, this time forever. The darkness becomes thicker, and I start to get really bitter. Wishing I could go back in time or to leave everything behind. Do I already have to say goodbye? When angels fall, with broken wings, no giving up. The pain, it stings. When hope is lost and daylight ends, I will carry you and we will live happily ever after, this time forever. Forever? Forever! Inspired by Breaking Benjamin - Angels fall
Medication Always when in need of motivation and the reason doesn't want to come outside. All I need is a little bit of intoxication so the reason can't no longer run and hide. When I take a bite of the pills of death it makes me forget all the stress. Throw in the pills. I like to swallow the pills. Pain must be killed. Throw in the pills. Because when I take the pills I can finally feel a thrill. When in need a little bit of satisfaction, my medicine for that isn't hard to find. And if I've lost yet again my prescription I will fall incredibly far behind. The reason is slowly stepping out of the rain, it helps me to endure all this pain. Throw in the pills. I like to swallow the pills. Ache must be killed. Throw in the pills. Because when I take all these pills, for once: I can finally feel a thrill. Throw them in. Swallow them all. Throw in the pills. I like to swallow the pills. Agony must be killed. Throw in the pills. Because when I take all these pills, for once: I can finally feel a thrill. Inspired by Disturbed - Fire it up
I miss her Have you ever loved someone so much you would die for her, not the expression, no literally love in its core. When she knows she's your heart and you know she provides your lore, a situation where you can not ask for more. But what happens when fate switches sides and rips you apart, when you are questioning anything you ever had at last. What happens if she is becoming the main source of your pain? The moment you realize it is already way too late. You're starting to wonder where is she? Where could she be? 'I don't know', may be she is way too busy currently. You grab your phone and ask her friend what is wrong, her answer: "She had a car crash, she's in hospital, go see her, you must be strong." Trembling in, she's there. With tears you say you love her and you put your shaky hands on a dead body which is a spitting image of her. This shit ain't funny. Retro's gradually loosing his mind. Agony is one of its kind. Retro's wrists might get bloody tonight. "When I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn, feel satisfaction each time I come back as a halucination. Hold on to your memories, because I am afraid that this might be everything you will get. When I'm gone, just carry on, don't cry, you will appreciate how fast time will go by. But don't forget that I am still alive right inside your heart, wise guy, so baby, please hold on, or else I'll die." I keep having this dream, I am searching her in this bright room. You can't imagine how loud I scream her name It kind of feels like a doom. I am only feeling pure frustration. Could this be the upcoming regression? Found her, salvation. Running to her, embracing and wildly kissing her. I'm saying to her while crying: "Don't leave me, you're mine." She's taking a good look at me, sublimetely smiling, I'm adding: "I beg you honey, don't leave, please, no! Stop." She's starting to laugh, calmly caressing my hair. She's not allowing any dread. We both know I will never stop to love. I want to follow her, but she is shaking her head. She's putting her hands around me, pushing me to her and says: "You only got one chance to do right and it is in this life. You have to go back now before this room gets pitchblack." And just as I quicky turn around to check something, she vanishes, fuck! She is gone. I wake up and I am hearing her singing: "When I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn, feel satisfaction each time I come back as a halucination. Hold on to your memories, because I am afraid that this might be everything you will get. When I'm gone, just carry on, don't cry, you will appreciate how fast time will go by. But don't forget that I am still alive right inside your heart, wise guy, so baby, please hold on, or else I'll die." It's the same dream, the very same beginning. I have the depressing feeling that something is not right at all. Can't you hear my call? All I can see are empty walls. Funnily enough no door is shut, I must be close enough. Found her again but I don't believe what I am seeing. It is my girl, with her throat cut! My soul is bleeding out, the only thing I can do is to shout. Everything that I wanted to crave was at the very end impossible for me to save. All for nothing. Now I become unbelievably sad. The blood on the wall says: "Best boyfriend ever". I guess I got what I deserved. For a moment I'm staying reserved. Who is this over there? It is myself with an ugly grin. "I am you. Your doubts more precisely. Apparently it seems to me that you don't get why the smearing. The only person I am blaming is you pathetic, useless freak. It is obvious why the hell you can't fall asleep. Just take another pill, yeah I bet you will. Swallow all to kill yourself and bring it to an end." He's handing me a gun, ready to shoot myself. It doesn't matter no more 'cause I lost my most precious root. I turn around, fine, I go underground, fuck it. Point the gun to my brain. Retro says goodbye and I pop it. This room darkens, my life flashes. The path my angel and me were supposed to go together collapses and burns to ashes. That's when I wake up, totally confused and sweaty. It's warm outside, I feel happy I see my love near the window, watching. I walk right up to her and kiss her, tell her I miss her. She smiles back, comforts me, laying her head on my shoulder and she is whispering in my ear: "When I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn, feel satisfaction each time I come back as a halucination. Hold on to your memories, because I am afraid that this might be everything you will get. When I'm gone, just carry on, don't cry, you will appreciate how fast time will go by. But don't forget that I am still alive right inside your heart, wise guy, so baby, please hold on, or else I'll die." Inspired by Eminem - When I'm gone
What I treasure most in life There is something I treausre most in life and then again it doesn't really come to my mind, the sin, I can't quite recall what it's called, the inspiration, it is my obligation to always remember whenever it happens. How can I tell? The possibilities are endless. Denying what has been, my art, my redemption. Can't take the torture: My angel left before me. The thing I treasure most in life can not be taken away. And there will never be a reason why the hell I would commit suicide. Plus for the rest of my time, I will cry. You probably will never understand. I had to make the greatest sacrifice. If love is the most important thing in life: Tell me: Why am I still alive? Am I alive? I'm alive. Why am I still alive? To mourn again? Can not be considered. I rage once again, displaying my anger. Where do I begin? Agony is restless. My art, my redemption, my only salvation. I carry a gift with which I have been blessed. My situation is a big drift, fate stays reckless. Trying to mock the mist that always surrounds me. And I really hope that life finally gives me a break. The thing I treasure most in life can not be taken away. And there will never be a reason why the hell I would commit suicide. Plus for the rest of my time, I will cry. You probably will never understand. I had to make the greatest sacrifice. If love is the most important thing in life: Tell me: Why am I still alive? I know that this feeling I am searching for comes from the very bottom of the heart. It guarantees healing just by practising, it is so strong that you can reach the brightest star. There is also no denying that it always lets you crave for even more. The only thing I potentially mean is of course love. The thing I treasure most in life can not be taken away. And there will never be a reason why the hell I would commit suicide. Plus for the rest of my time, I will cry. You probably will never understand. I had to make the greatest sacrifice. If love is the most important thing in life: Tell me: Why am I still alive? Yes, I'm still alive. Am I alive? I'm alive. Why am I still alive? Inspired by Disturbed - I'm alive
Life means a lot of things. Life means survival of the fittest. Life means do or die. Life means you have to give it all, so give it all. Wasn't prepared to bury my love, but now she is gone. I was prepared to suffer though, stamina stepped out of the shadow. At the very beginning I would have never thought to sort out this problem. There is so much lack, now cut the fucking act, I have to work hard to be back again, a lot of objectives that I can aim for, my life does not have to end. Can't hear it anymore, my suicidal thoughts babbled long enough. There are so many things around me that give me prop, and even if there would be another big rock I'd better be helping folk, not getting a stroke. Hands down, I bet you all know what I am talking about all these complicated situations that just make you shout 'stuff is rough', came across, Listen fellas even if I am failing at this crap, this is my last chance to tell you: Life means what? Life means survival of the fittest. Life means do or die. Life means you have to give it all, so give it all. I can see the finish line with each rhyme I finish, I'm not blind, strength is mine but I am afraid to loose all my pride. And if i stray this world, I'm definitely not decisive enough to find another woman. For some reason people gather around me saying I need one more path: It will end in a bloodbath. I'm not a prophet, simply a poet. 'You need to adjust' the others say, but in my opinion all this fuzz is obviously still open to discuss. All these motherfuckers say that I'm not gonna make a cut. What? Like I give a fuck. I'm not afraid of 'getting stuck' because all these punks have yet to learn that a relationship is not just entertainment, more like a commitment. And if this shit ever gets back up in my life do I really feel like that I would give up? Nah! Never was able to stop. Take a good look at thes battle scarred eyes you never know how many storys it supplies now you know why my soul cries. Because I just shit on this mic. I dont like getting called a liar. I used to be shyer, now I'm a fighter a designated writer. And I don't like to fight about who is right. It only makes me angrier. Wait, do you know what it reminds me of? We are all going in circles, not knowing the course let me remind you of the true purpose. Life does mean what? Life means survival of the fittest. Life means do or die. Life means you have to give it all, so give it all. Give it all you have. Good job on the following, because the most important thing is that you finally feel comfortable enough to open up your mouth. This is it, you just eat, sleep, piss and shit. Sometimes breathe, your whole existance consists of this. Fate is a harsh mistress, be my witness. If I can't do poem-shit I loose my shit. And if I get lost in the moment, the truth is the only thing that can condemn all men trying to get everything sorted. From your perspective I'm overdoing, overthinking I won't be the one sinking, just like after prom, well-assorted. So there is nothing for me to fall back on I don't know what the odds are. All I do know is that it burns just like the sky in war. You'll never be able to take the pride from me but I guarantee: The pressure rises I almost exploded. But I want you to doubt me you probably should never leave. 'Cause this is something I must choose to succeed. If you ever cheat me, fuck you! I truely hope it never leaves me like one of my biggest pet peeves. My skin is too thick so you can never really touch me. I can see why the fuck I must be a protective tree. Look I fixed my failure because everytime you come close to me, I just sneeze. But I went from achoo to achieve. Life means survival of the fittest. Life means do or die. Life means you have to give it all, so give it all. Give it all you have. Inspired by Eminem - Survival
Angel of death Another day on this world with a lack of raw humanity makes you wonder how this world is still intact filled with all this insanity. Compared to other possibilities this one seems to be more moderate you have to consider all the good memories that you can't quite forget. Sleep well, safe and sound, in your bed tonight, the judgement will fall on you in your afterlife. I am the voice of god. I am the darker side of you. You are one more outlawed. Look inside and see what you're becoming. In the darkest moments on this dieing world embrace the underworld. Look inside and see what you're becoming. With dedication in their heart the masses swear that, one day, they will rise. At this moment you realize that mankind is one step further away from paradise. They are just living a trivial life so it doesn't really come as a surprise, you will certainly agree that your species deserve to be pulverized. Sleep well, safe and sound, in your bed tonight, the judgement will fall on you in your afterlife. I am the angel of death. My only purpose is to emphasize all you ever get is distress. Look inside and see what you're becoming. In the darkest moments on this dieing world welcome the angel of death. Look inside and see what you're becoming. You wanna be brave, but you only crave for the easiest option. You're just a slave of the beast. Horrible taste. You stare at her grave not knowing how much you can bare. No pride. It is too late. I am the voice of god. You better not ought to fight preferably follow the tide. Look inside and see what you're becoming. In the darkest moments on this dieing world embrace the underworld. Look inside and see what you're becoming. I am the angel of death. You know how agony feels like putting all the bad experiences aside. Look inside and see what you're becoming. In the darkest moments in your dieing mind I advice you to commit suicide or look inside and see what you're becoming. Will you look inside and see what you're becoming? Inspired by Disturbed - The Vengeful One
Life on this planet I must have talked with thousands of people in order to find the ultimate evil. Complaining and wailing only helps a little when moving towards a sequel. Now did you check your Whatsapp today? I frankly don't even care what it says. Many problems of different kind are burning into our mind. There are too many problems, too many issues without a proper solution. Not enough tissues to comfort our evolution. Can't you see? We live a life full of confusion. This is the world we live in and these are the chances we are given. Use them and let's start trying to make this a place worth living in. Needless to say that the shadows prowl so the good taste of life gets really sour and when the devil starts to growl, we understand that this has been our final hour. But we may be in our prime time to stop ourselves to decline. We could find a solution to this life filled with confusion. This is the world we adore. We have no options but to score. Let us all try once more to make this a place worth fighting for. At one point the sun was shining and all the stars were bright high up in the sky, all through the night and during all this madness, I held you tight. That was so long ago. I probably will not come back tonight, what I mean is it will be a deadly fight. We really should stop making a promise when we know for sure it will be a miss. Too many women and men are trying to resolve one big complication. There is no rational explanation. Can't you see? We live a life of confusion. Well, this is the world we live in and these are the chains restraining. Let us still keep on struggling to make this a world worth living in. I tell you, we all have to decide but our responsibility can no longer be denied. I suggest we all stand up and keep working for this to be a place worth dieing for. Inspired by Genesis - Land of confusion covered by Disturbed
I'm not done yet I started this fray, what do you want me to say? All I can do is to apologize. Staring at your beautiful eyes and trying to respect your advice. I try to see the good in life but good things in life are hard to find. My thoughts are slowly breaking loose. Can I make this something good? Well, I try to do better next time around. I'm not done yet. Struggling to have the right mindset but you can bet that I'm not done yet. Though a part of me is dead and underground. This love is killing me but I will never regret. I'm not done yet. Taking all I can take, giving fate the finger. Yes, it has one big stinger. Staying strong, holding on, knowing where this pain comes from. My life with you meant everything so I don't really know where I have to begin. My thoughts are slowly breaking loose. Can I make this something good? And suddenly everything is understood. Well, I try to do better next time around. I'm not done yet because I am still in debt. I'm not done yet. Though a part of me is dead and underground. This life is killing me but I will never forget that I'm not done yet. When do these doubts go away? All this decay, now it's payday. All my hope simply went astray. I have to pay. I'm not done yet. I just want to get this straight: I'm not done yet even though a part of me is dead and underground. This life aches so much as such it reminds me of my outset. I'm not done yet. Inspired by Daughtry - It's not over
Retro's arrogance Sometimes you just feel wrecked, just like you've been dealt and whenever you feel weak you crave for a winning streak. But if you win or loose doesn't matter. If necessary write a letter in order to climb up the ladder: You are the only person you have to trust and have to live with, no matter how badly you want to bite the dust and end your life. Enough is enough. I'm writing these verses as long as I feel them to the date I give up but don't say that I'm not killing 'em. And if I fuck up some of these rhymes, I want to apologize, but remember, I am not Eminem. Lost in my thoughts, thinking about men and women, it is way better than inhale toxic venom, gives me a shot analgesic won't do the trick I tell you tricyclic antidpressants are not intense enough. And if you get lost again in your depression I suggest you move your ass and get on an unforgettable mission. Take my hand, friend or not you don't need to fear a brand. When will you understand that the spirit of god lives in us? I constate it a lot, let us rock. Is this is a miracle or am I just a product of hate stacking up? Holy shit and you thought life doesn't suck, listen up: You punks forgot that Retro does not give a fuck. Till my will falls off, till my lights go out, till my legs give up, can't shut my mouth, till the mist clears out, am I drunk? Perhaps. I'm gonna nail this shit, I will never quit. Poetry is like magic: There is a certain feeling you get, when you are trying your best and people say you are shit. This is your moment and every single minute you spend try to hold on to it because you might never get it again. So while you are at it try to get as much shit done as you can. Because in your imagination you are the only man thus flee in your dream world in order to forget frustration. I got a list: Those people are my inspiration. It says: My girlfriend, my one and only love, David Draiman Till Lindemann and Eminem. A life in this poetic world filled with meaningful words can give a sense of home, never thought I would be this rich. That's why you see me prancing around like nothing is bothering me even though two thirds of the world has a fucking problem with me. You hate it but you kinda must respect me. And once I'm knocked out, my word stays: You may spit on my grave. Till my will falls off, till my lights go out, till my legs give up, can't shut my mouth, till the mist clears out, am I drunk? Perhaps. I'm gonna nail this shit, I will never quit. Soon as I introduce a verse, my thoughts burn into your brain. All they do is to sustain, so you stay sane. It's absurd how people analyze every word. I am fine, thanks to this art I never really feel restrained. But I never be served because I'd rather prefer to stay reserved or else death will come to me first. I know from the bottom of my heart it can not become any worse. That is why I feel specifically clever when I am building my verse. My thoughts are sporadic, I write like an addict I rhyme like I'm addicted like I once was when I was on antidepressants. But I dont't really go forth and back in constant battles the fact I would rather stand up and punch some pretenders. I am presenting my arrogance, I am generic. This poem's inheritance is that y'all don't remain static. I don't really think that any fame really matters, a good rank with platinum status is fucked when you can't live your life. Till my will falls off, till my lights go out, till my legs give up, can't shut my mouth, till the mist clears out, am I drunk? Perhaps. I'm gonna nail this shit, I will never quit. As a poet, in its core you provide the lore, the whole structure. May be a lovely shore? 's all I am working for Until God tells me that I'm not worthy to live on his planet anymore. I risk to fall, but hear out my call: I'll prove to you how tough a man can be. Inspired by Eminem - Till I collapse
The human being is fascinating I got a whole dictionnary for "What does life mean?" still got some energy left to speak. I've experienced a lot of shit, to say the least. Took a lot of time to stare down the beast. Keep moving on subject, as a matter of fact just keep your sight on the target. Keep moving on human, accept the pact collect all the happiness you can stack cling to all the memories that let you forget the lack. May be you will never see the fatal crack. Once again I'm listening to the human radio. It plays a lot of frustration and it is constantly complaining. It only has regression hidden in its sanctum. I tell you the human radio is completely random. The human radio is playing a random anthem. The human being is totally random. The human is... I only got a couple of friends, they can't be replaced. You may very well say, this is a special case. I guess everyone here needs their own pace to find a fitting face for their individual maze. Keep moving on subject, as a matter of fact, I probably need to recap so you don't forget keep moving on human, drenched in cold sweat there are so many reasons to be upset there are so many things you can regret. And again I am listening to the human radio. Drowning in self-pity, constantly in wallow. With all the tantrum we don't know what path to follow. The human radio is completely random. We want to be free of sorrow so we try our best again and again. We want the world to know we are the top of the food chain. Everyday we want to grow although we are busy collecting our pieces. We want the world to know we are the perfect species. The human being is totally random. The human being is... I'm sitting here listening to the human radio. It plays suffering and screaming on repeat plus it plays blaming and the sound of defeat. The human radio is playing it randomly. Always on the lookout for a foe constantly seeking for perfection. We want the world to know we are the human radio. We can't handle it no more We are slowly loosing our face. We want the world to know we are the human race. We keep on chasing down the rainbow. May be we are the only threat. We want the world to know we are as good as nature can get. We just keep on lying. Our souls keep on dieing. We want the world to know we are a human being. Inspired by Shinedwon - Human radio
Life of death I will do my work in the brightest light. And I will also do my job in the darkest night. Oh, look. The spark of life, it shines so bright. Don't you worry because I will always be by your side. I already have touched so many living things. The most beautiful and majestic creatures. No one is able to tell what life brings. You need so long to figure out all features. Dedicated and alone I wander around. You don't know nothing about burden. Imagine you are not able to bound to anyone, it truely is hurting. At least I am the very last sound you will hear, to end your suffering. Let me touch you and there will be no cloud that shades your holy living. I don't really like my task, but I honestly never dared to ask why I have to do this, no clue. One thing is sure, it is true: This is something someone has to do. Sometimes I am wondering, and on other instances I am doubting, my skills, my obligation, my salvation, my creation, my fixation. And while I am trying to bend, you realize that it is because of me that every life has to end. We live a life of death, and despite you acknowledged that you just smile with a deep breath, I simply have to admire your knowledge. With my touch everyone has to go and still I want to be close to someone, I bet noone of you will ever know how many fatal strikes I've already done. But you, you are one of a kind, a special one, I am loosing my mind. For the first time it is me who wants to quit and I don't want to lie: Problem is, I can not die. Truth be told, I am sitting here, watching life, how it unfolds, Being on the other side of the knife is so much easier than representing the never-ending cold. Eating, running, loving, living it gets so hard over time, but I can not believe what you are asking for: You obviously can not take it anymore. You are begging and your tears fall to the sky: "Oh please touch me, I just want to die." I can not do this, I can't do this to you, but as soon as I wanted to go away your beautiful eyes asked me to stay. I could never leave, our friendship became way too deep. May be it is time to accept that your time has come. Let us not allow any dread, I am not simply touching, I am hugging you. My work is done and now, you are dead. It is strange, it's a painful experience. I never would have thought that silence would bother me that much after restoring the balance. You wonderful creature taught me that it doesn't always have to be negative. Quite the contrary, it feels good to be supportive. Thank you very much for this lesson my beloved creature, you have been one inspiring teacher. And now I offer to all of you a brandnew stand, trust me, it minimizes the stress, come on, hold my hand, and together we shall live a life of death. Inspired by Marsha Onderstijn - The life of death
Out on the front line I am the shadow that incriminates your mind. I am a ghost that hides in the night. Wait and watch carefully where you walk, you better think twice before you talk so listen, hear me out, 'cause one day you want to be proud. Hey girl, pardon me, what was the circumstance? When you let me speak I better take that chance: Why the hell would I waste our time when I should have been gone long ago? I have this one weird quality. I am way better in philosophy. I also am one useless creep. So I hope that you agree with me. I'm out on the front line, don't worry I'll be fine. My struggling is just beginning. I say goodbye to my memories, so long to my feelings because with all this pain I can safely say that I am still alive. Stumbling through the blizz let us forget that I am an introvert. So tell me, huh? What you wanna miss? The people you love or those you have hurt? Hey girl, I feel like having a déjà-vu in my opinion you have nothing to loose, additionally, you deserve all happiness on this world, now you have to admit that I'm exchangeable. I have this one weird quality. I am way better in philosophy. I remain one useless creep. So I hope that you agree with me. You'll find me on the front line don't worry I'll be fine. My suffering is only the beginning. I say goodbye to my memories, so long to my feelings just with pain I know that I am alive. Now and then in my life I catch angels that are falling from the sky. Everytime I anxiously watch the moon I pray that I don't have to catch you. By myself on the front line but don't worry I'll be fine my suffering is never-ending. I said goodbye to everyone close to me so nobody has to suffer because of me. I'm here on the front line don't worry I'll be fine. My suffering is just the beginning. I say goodbye to my memories, farewell to my feelings only with pain I know that I am alive. I'm staying on the front line don't worry I'll be fine my suffering is just the beginning. I say goodbye to my memories, farewell to my feelings because suffering only may prove to me that I am still alive. Still fighting on the front line but don't worry, I'll be fine my suffering is just the beginning oh trust me it will only get worse. That's why I say goodbye to my memories'n'feelings because now I see the world with a darkness moistened eye. Inspired by Shinedown - Diamond eyes