My kind of poetry and words

[Sundaytripper]

from the heart, dont express myself much so this is the best way


you think you got someone who thinks ur important/
but all in all true reality, these feelings are distorted/
its all lies that are kicked and hidden under the carpet/
it now seems like she just picked me up, cheap, from a black market/
where they dont give a fuck what you think/
just use u before u can realize these things or blink/
and then your tossed back in the endless ocean/
with all the other fish, swimmin in the same motion/
i was warned but didnt give in to the bullshit/
and like me, these fish were told there worth it/
but truth is they couldn't care if u got hit/
or died smoking H from gettin too lit/
these bitchs are jokers, who cant stop thinkin about themselve/
you made yourself there to care but end up gettin treated like your twelve/
like someone who doesnt ever feel, lost and cold/
i found myself not the fish, but the slippen and dyin eel/
feel like a kidd whos obsessed with toys n insects/
when there wasnt a care in the world, or no such pain exist/
like when u didnt ever know what it was like to have sex/
im positive now im officially numbed from this world/
cause my love got rid of me quicker then when she hurled the grip of hurtful words/

woke up today sick to my stomach, took seven shots last night/
and damn i regret it, u say alcohol and now i say fuck it/
feels good goin down and was great at first/
fun at the moment but the next days the worst/
thats why addictions so easy just stay clear from it/
its all fun and games cause your body it loves it/
then it takes its turn, you need it now or ur insides churn n burn/
living inside a hell, where good things dont exist and time doesnt tell/
cant be sober to go through a day, when the fuck will i ever learn/
time to run the opposite way, dependency please stay the fuck away/
i speared u, kept that beast parched at bay/
im smarter then you, you wont get me too/
willpower's something i got im not your typical fool/
all of lifes bullshit and let downs make drugs a real temptation/
especially here in this poor fucked up nation, and most dont notice they've been made a tool/
cause the drug underground needs its money lovin to, all in all it makes for a sad ritual/
all these people forget the one golden rule, do it consecutively and consider yourself fucked too/
youll need it to start your days, and all of a sudden its no longer fun and games/
you got caught in this vicious circle, dont look at me when your the one to blame/
now time to try getting out pain free and sane, gunna need a miracle cause you first didnt use your brain/

 

[manic_panic]

people develop a comfort zone, and whenever that false sense of security is threatened, they back away and try to find someone/somewhere else to replace it, and feed on more energy, esp addicts obviously. "not about who u are but what can u get me"... i dont know, i just thought of that. anyway, myself being a bit of a junkie drunk that was painful to read. thats deep shit, its real bone-dry kinda shit. right on, keep goin

 

[Sundaytripper]

Every little grain, stands for a small piece
of what you made me feel, built me up to be.
but this whole time, you didnt know what you were making.
just loved what you saw, yours whenever for the taking
this castle built so beautiful and tall
was about to break, crumble and fall
because my creator doesnt give at all
expects all my love when she calls
tells me im one of a kind, and that you love me
i want so bad to believe that, but what of me
im nothing now but a handful of sand
you crushed your creation into the land
and while all my pieces are still here
the pain you bring is what i always fear
but look your back to play with me, ill be your toy
constantly being used, always that hurt little boy