Waste of Space...

So I'm trying to do something new here..a new base..somewhat? :[ :P and its meant to be a song

Waste of Space...

How many times will you fall?
How long are you going to crawl?
When will you learn to be a man?
Evolution got you off your hands!

Dont you see the ground below you?
Its time you took a stand for you.
If you dont believe you are something,
we wont believe it for you.

 [chorus]
And you are just the waste of space you think you are
And you are just the waste of space you think you are
Just as ugly as the mirror
Just as empty as your glass.
Just as fat, aint getting thinner,
as boring as the days gone past.
As beautiful as you believe...

Your life has gone astray,
you expect me to lead the way.
I'l be the torch for your lives,
but what happens when my batteries die?

And if you know you're going to fail
the whole world cant help you sail.
Its time to cut the cord if they stop you
from being who you want to, today.

[chorus]


So,
How many times will you fall?
How long are you going to crawl?
When will you learn to be a man?
Evolution got you off your hands!

Get off your hands...
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Shraddha.

In Rememberance of those Poetic things

Remember this as the world crashes down. There was a falling building inside that raindrop. The streets engulfed in flames are behind this wall of rainfall. I can feel it; even if it isn’t real.

Remember these lips. They press against yours softly as I curl my body against yours hidden within the sheets. These sheets are my modesty. They hide my scars. The scars you lightly trace with your hands. No pity – just those soft hands. Sometimes when I can escape the madness in my head and the roars of all the noises and voices I can just feel those hands lightly tracing. Most times I can’t. I relish the moments I can; like now.

Remember the song we sang together, the first and probably the only song we will sing together. We both are horrible singers. We just happen to both know the lyrics as it was on the radio that cloudy day on the ride home. That really was an ugly day.

I’m feeling numb and I know I’m dying in a slightly accelerated rate than I had originally intended. I don’t mind.

Dying helps me remember this

Empty Words

spoke to my friend,
i could not reach.
i hugged her empty,
i could not reach.
dug deep down i know she did,
inside her, the dream still kills
i kissed her soft and tender,
she looked with tired eyes.
i held her in warm surrender,
she's numb from the inside.

cold her lips are,
shineless her eyes are,
i touch her,i feel nothing
i look at her,she stares past me
she does not believe
she does not feel

underneath the sheets,she built her dreams
dreamt of a home,without a cornerstone
together as one,forever free
underneath the sun,just you and me
all came undone,silence the only home
music never played,for time took her love

as i am
i cannot see
as i am
i cannot reach
for i feel not her pain
i simply feel sorry
for i feel not her loss
i simply feel sorry
as i am
i cannot understand
as i am
i cannot be her friend

she spoke to me,
but i never felt.
she spoke to me,
but i didn't listen.
words dont mean a thing,
when silence is her being.
sympathy never yet made a friend,
empathy yet i do not inderstand.
she is faraway, she is all alone
she is faraway, she is all alone
she is faraway, she can never be home

In Dying

And so the mist swelled up from the snow
dancing in its own gloom glow.
Swallowing sun rays whole.
The roses crippled in the darkened night
begging for the return of light.
To burn out the blight.

Gold hues abandoned the circlet in the sky
and dust replaced the eye.
Permanence in sight.
No more in love's ache and never in hurt.
A frail existence subverted,


And for the body?
Burn it.

Cold Showers...

In the cold light of the morning,
there you are standing up my dreams,
and I try to hold it just a second longer,
just to see you smile then fade away.

Trickling down my body like cold water,
not sure I could take it, but too painful to resist,
And I can smell the hope and faith mix in blood and soap,
as you wash it down my drain and cease to exist.

Looking into that ugly mirror,
I see a reflection of white kissed blue,
and when this ice heart melts in shades of red,
I can only search for the fire that is you.

And in some unseen territory,
I imagine the source from where your light shines through,
but as fiction builds inside my lonely head,
wonder if I really know you.

Sitting on granite, chalking dreams,
theres a comfort this cold floor cant deny,
easing into corners, shaken, crawling by the walls,
with etches of my fingers beginning to seep in.

Looking past the grill outside my window,
couldnt find myself waiting for this day to begin,
and when Il smile like a child when an airplane goes by
Il still wonder if it were you
Il still want to go home

Somewhere I know I'm really all alone.



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~Shraddha

UnderneathHerClothes...

Underneath her clothes,
There is a heart, barely beating,
slow, like molten gold,
its virtue, rises and falls.
But is it her face that denies it?
Or her ugly shows through the mask?
the mirror cracks in laughter,splitting,
but nobody ever cared to know.

Underneath her clothes,
there is a woman dying..
But they only see her chest heaving,
not her running out of breath.
And she bends to clutch her knees,
hoping someone would carry her home,
lay her down on a bed to rest,
and for once not hop in.

Underneath her clothes,
theres a will that cant keep fighting,
arms open as she feels it drown,
body sinking in this well.
Underneath her clothes,
theres a child who wants protection,
but no-one turned out the red lights, Roxanne.
And you have no price, to sell.

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The HollowMan

My heart was the first to go-
but even so
Thoughts tortured me
So I said goodbye to my brain and pulled out my eyes to string the lines of life, poetry, and all else through
The blackness still made it hard to breathe-
the truth
So I dissected my lungs.
I really found no use for everything else and took it out as well.
I realized my skin still bled,
So I carved some wood and slipped inside.
Yes the fire still burned,
but I was still terrified of stone.
And didn't want to be like everyone else.