Try to run from it but
the ground is
a treadmill. Try
to fight it but
you’re punching
a brick wall. Try
to hide from it but
it’s impossible to hide
from yourself.
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Live Fast, Die Fun.
Live fast,
Die fun.
Life life
on the run.
Have a blast
Kick some Ass!
You’re the only one
who can be what you dream
to become.
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Nothin’s easy
when you’re
feelin’ queasy.
Nothin’s fun
when you’re
on the run.
people are scared
with you’re
blue hair.
you got you’re gun
and now it’s done.
Just pull the trigger
and watch it flash
before your eyes.
Give it a squeeze
and watch him
crumple to his knees.
It doesn’t matter
anymore.
When he’s
sinking to the floor.
Nothin’s hard
with you’re
own petard.
Everything’s fun
when you
got a gun.
They’re still scared
of your
red hair.
But the nightmare
is over
before it begun.
Finished?
I don’t know if I’m dumb
or just uninspired.
These poems used to
come to me.
Now they
Run from me.
Playing hooky.
The Endless Race
When you want something
you just don’t know.
How do you get
somewhere you can’t go?
Dream of stars and space
will I ever win this endless race?
Be all that you can be,
well I tried but it’s taking an eternity.
No where to run,
no where to hide,
just left behind these sunken eyes.
Shattered Glass
Glass people are made in a
Factory faraway
They come out perfect,
Each and every one
Born beneath the Sun
And from the moment they are made
With the factories aide,
Their hollow insides begin to fill.
The glass people are filling,
Although sometimes unwilling,
With what makes them alive
And wiggle and Jive
And they begin to dance and shout
Singing as they run about
Soon they forget they are made of glass,
Just a fragile piece of delicate mass
And they fill and they fill
Filling until
They realize that they cannot hold it all
Once removed this innocent caul,
They begin to despair
And they realize that nobody is there
Nobody to care
And they remember that they
Are only glass
And they continue to fill until
They crack
And spill.
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