Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[izchan]

I wrote this in another thread conerning birthday presents and its diffulty in the whole process.

This was my answer.

: So what do I do?

So what do I do
when its her birthday
should I just give her a kiss?
or my eternal love?

So what do I do
when its our aniversary
I already gave her my life
what else is left to give?

So what do I do
when we celebrate our 70 years together
I already gave her all that I have
what else can I give to keep her forever

So what do I do
when she has finally left for heaven
My soul had flown along with her
I am lost without her voice
I will be lost without her care

So I made promise to myself
that I will love her to last me a thousand lifetimes
as when the time comes for her to leave
I will be able to go on
and I will be able to bath in her memory
for then be content untill my life ends

Hope you enjoy it.

[Athene]

I Wish...

I wish to breath
And still have air
No one to take it
To let me be me
Not conform to their demands

Shadows in the Wind

Pushing forward leaning back
No matter how much is put forth
It is not enough for everyone else
A piece of paper decides your future
And if it is not obtained
A person is destined for failure in society
Trying does not help
No one is willing to help the cause
Working so hard and yet failing
Knowing it is impossible to deal with
The torture of real life anyway
This shadow of not knowing
What to do is caught up
In the nonstop wind of life

[Athene]

Something Better



Trapped within the torture
No were to run or hide
Wanting out but staying in
Deceived by the illusion of love

Waiting patiently and giving
Receiving bruises and scares
Not leaving for fear of being alone
Tricked by love and rejection

Light shining through the darkness
Showing the truth of what had been
Compassion and love found in a simple gift
Giving hope for the future

Forgetting why the torture was let
To be endured for so long
Giving strength to have something true
Now knowing there is something better

[izchan]

Hello anthene. I love your words. Thank you for sharing.

This is in response to Anthenes poems ... ...

: In your eyes

The very thing that makes us happy
are the very one that hurts the most
because we open up our hearts to them
to bruise and to let us soar

People around us
are usually those that wants and needs
they wish to take and seldom to give
and within these times when trouble brews
only love can conquer all

So unconditionally I tend to be
the very person that is me
shinning solely for one reason
and that is to give warmth to all that listens
for I am but one star upon the sky
that will fill up your life
I will forever shine for you
and wait for you to open your eyes
only you can decide
to be happy or to cry

[Montana]

izchan my last poem was about a friend i know, for a while ago she got raped, a week after she got raped, she broke down mentally, and i saw how this girl went from outgoing to befraid of everything.

Hollow by Montana & Måsan (a buddy of mine)
your love become boredom
i didn't mean you to treat you that way
i couldn't see what was troubling you
now i'm asking you for help
she looked at me carefully
i wanted to apologize my behaviour
i can't be with you any more
love can't me understand what's happened

[Ian the Korean]

From the winding paths of life,
I have returned to this place.
I have had many experiences,
many perils I have faced.
I thought I knew all there was,
I thought I could not be taught.
but as I have continued my jouney,
Lessons are all that I got.
I found out that not everyone,
Is as simple as they seem.
Some can turn out quite nice,
While others end up mean.
I learned that there are many,
willing to lend a hand.
And that there are plenty who,
are unwilling to the end.
But all in all, I'm glad to be back.
There is no other place
That I have found in my travels,
Where I can just sit back and relax.

[GoldenSphynx]

These two poems i wrote myself for the girl i love:


Why O why must it be?
It is always the first love which you can't let go.
It's always the first love that brings you so much pain,
For you only love those whom you know you will never have.

You know that your dreams will not come true,
But you hope that one day they will.
You have to sit there and watch,
As she talks of others not you,
Growing more envious of them.

This love has not faded from the first hint of impossibility,
But only has grown to be stronger.

If, only if I had a real chance.




You've got my heart in your hand,
For as long as I've loved you.
Broken to pieces and once again mended,
with reaffirmed love for you.

How can it be?
For we have known each other for so long,
Yet I have not had any chances to expose my love.
So many others have gotten a chance to call you theirs,
While I still contemplate what to say, or how to approach.

For you are my first love,
And you will forever hold my heart.
And I will continue loving you,
Even if, you let go.

[izchan]

Montana,
Thank you for explainning it to me. Now I understand. I hope your friend comes back to life, yet we all know the scar will never heal, but life can still go on. Help her if you can. But love her with all your heart.

Welcome back Ian ... it is always good to see old friends.

GoldenSphinx86, welcome ... ... I like to extend my hand of gratitude to you for your contributions. Keep it coming. We all enjoy a good poem.

Here is mine.

: Paper thin truths

Try as I may
there seems to be no end
to these troubled times
in my confused heart

Why are the people
that was once sane
have gone all crazy
and commit such crime

Maybe one day
someone can tell me
and I will understand
why we need these pain
to remind us of our mortality
and the fragile state of our mind

words just flowed our from my heart, after reading montana's poem again.

Talk to you all later.

[GoldenSphynx]

this is from when i was in seventh grade...not one of my best works...lol

Getting Away From It All

As I arrive I notice the exquisite beauty of this majestic locale,
The people as sportive as the day they were born with excitement in their eyes.
Streets adjacent to dark shingled houses each with their own special quality adding to the magnificence of the town.

Coves harboring small boats with colorful barnacles at their bottoms,
Brick layered streets in patterns of red and brown showing signs of travel.
Jagged coasts being lulled to sleep by the sound of the gentle waves rubbing on the beach.
In the background there lay snow-topped mountains rising like titans blocking the sun only letting specks of light come through,
The foggy mist around them supplying a mysterious glow engulfing them.

Lavish forests with emerald colored leaves reflecting the sun’s rays,
Field mice scavenging for food,
Pristine rivers with crystal clear water and fish of all sizes.
At the end, lay a waterfall flowing down the steep precipice, emptying into a lake of calm moving water.
Hot springs seeping through the ground, forming natural spas.

Rainbows of flowers and shrubs thriving next to the ruins of an ancient city, That was once home to the inhabitants of this charming attraction.
Crumbling stone falls from the hand carved columns used to support the high ceiling.
Celebrations and festivals bring back its existence and give it its fifteen minutes of fame.

#

[Athene]

What’s left behind

Ripped in two
Scared from the inside out
So deeply damaged emotionally
The once red-cheeked Complexion
Is slowly growing weaker

As each day goes buy
The Weight drips off the bones
From regurgitation of the words
And starvation of love

Feeling so ugly inside
Thinking no one could ever love
This person lurking underneath
The last resorts are to come

One by one they are used up
Until what’s left is the finally step
The step into the eternal departure
For no one will see this face again

Up until the final hour
There is nothing to stop the pain
Why doesn’t anyone care or love?
Is there even a reason to live?

Through the pain there is relief
Something has brought this to a close
Someone seems to notice the true beauty
Underneath to this heart left behind

04-02-02

[izchan]

GoldenSphinx86 ... wow ... a very detailed poem you have there ..
thanks for the contribution ... just keep posting.

Athena, as always, your poems always tend to make me cry. How are thing at your side? Is everything fine? If you keep posting, you will eventually find that everything is as it should be in time.


: What we do for another

Maybe I am not the wisest
nor the best person to be here
yet I am the only one available
close enough to dry your tears

It could be I am not as literal
as the people around you normaly are
but I do give my opinions
based upon my hearts belief

You may not accept these words
as I would have hope you would
but I do care a lot about you
and only wish to perform my duty
as a friend
as a companion
as the person that is here now
as a guide to your confused heart
but most of all as one soul to another
a beacon in a storm lit night
allowing lost ships to come home again

Do not know where I got these words from?

[Ian the Korean]

I wrote this one last weekend, but didnt get a chance to post it. Thanks for the welcome izchan, I had been having problems so I couldnt post anything. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.


The Tale of The Dragon's Cave

I walked through the lonely mountains
And a cave I stumbled acrossed
As I entered I saw many things
Of ages that were long lost.
I began to pick up a massive sword
of some warrior long since dead
And I swung it in the air
The sword was heavy as lead.
I continued wandering in the cave
Not realizing what was drawing near
A massive dragon in the shadows
My sounds had awoken its ear.
I saw such magnificent riches
That had once belonged to kings
There were jewels lying all around.
Encrusting the ancient things.
I realized my presence had been noticed
As I picked up one jewel.
The great dragon slithered forth,
'Oh why had I been such a fool?'
I knew that my end was drawing near
It was only a matter of time now
I couldnt believe what I had done
The dragon released a bellowing growl.
'Little human, why have you entered my domain?'
The dragon questioned me
I began to blubber and wail
'Won't you please just let me go free?'
The dragon seemed to anger now
Its eyes began to glow
I knew that I was going to die
The dragons fire began to flow.
I quickly rushed behind a pile of gold
I needed some time to think
Of a way to get out of this mess,
But I only had time to blink.
The angered beast leapt over the gold
Causing a treasure to shower
Then I decided to make my escape
I could feel the dragons power.
As I ran, the dragon realized
That its prey was fleeing
It unfurled its wings and leapt in the air
Flying along the ceiling.
I knew that i had no chance to outrun it
I needed to stand and fight,
But with me I had carried no weapons
I wanted to travel light.
Then I came across a stroke of goodluck
I came across that sword
The one that I had first picked up
It had once been a great Lords.
I drew the sword, and faced the dragon
Awaiting the coming onslaught,
But the dragon seemed to quail at the sword
It displeasure was quite clear.
It did a flip in the air heading back into its den
It was terrified of that weapon
The one that had nearly killed it before
It was the Blade of Heaven.
I quickly realized that I could leave
I sheathed the sword again
As I began to leave the cave
I heard the screech of the dragon
'Never return here, human boy,
You may have not escaped me by skill
But always remember these words I say,
You are the one I wish to kill.'
With that I finally left the dank hole
To return there never more
I stayed away from the mountains
And moved to a coastal shore.
And now for a moral that is bothwise and true,
Never let riches come between a dragon and you.

[izchan]

Ian ... do you know how long have I been looking for a good fantasy book to read? Thanks for the little dragon lore ... ...

: Turbulence

It will happend at anytime
some things will just never die
a truth with a tinch of salt
an illusion for the weary mind
catching the gap between time

Change in the sea of lives
hurling its force and might
another wind shall rise
nothing to stop its stride

Little does the weary know
its fate have been decide
towards the turbulance tides

Closed are the gates of heaven
holding the line of succession
each soul with its own sad tale
kept forever in eternity's well

wrote this after readin the dragon lore ...

make of it what you wish.

[Trista]

You guys, you know I love this thread. I know that I haven't posted in a million years, but I've been so busy with school and other things. As you may know, I'm going through some hard times. So eventually maybe some more poems will come out of it. But that's so horrible. As Karen Carpenter said in a song, "It's a dirty old shame when all you get from love is a love song, because the best love songs were written with a broken heart." I think the same goes for poetry. Hopefully I'll be back in here posting soon. And I guess we'll just have to wait and see if the poems will be tragic or not. Love you guys.

[sscw46]

Inspired by a cocky boy I know in school...

Sitting on the Roof of the World

You're sitting on the roof of the world
Somewhere where the losers can't be
With your piercing eyes and your lips curled
You kick down people who may be
In the place that you defend -
You don't have the time for them

There is never down but only up
The single way to live your life
Your mouth's open but your eyes are shut
Dignity can be sacrificed
When you fall you won't get help -
You kicked them down to raise yourself.

[wildsegolily]

that last poem reminds me of my current ex boyfriend... as does this poem I found that I wrote a while ago and was too disappointed in it to post it for you guys. Or maybe I did post it and I just forgot that I did. Sorry if it's a repeat, and sorry it's been so long since I've written; I guess I've been a bit distracted by other things.

AND IT’S ME
And it’s me
I’m still the same,
Never changed.

I hear the glass shatter behind me:

A mirror broken,
An image destroyed,
A dream created
From a dreamless void.

And it’s me
Dancing in the lights…
The real me,
Emerged from the night.

I see the shards strewn across the ground:

An image fragments,
A falsity gone,
A slip from the torment
In a tormenting dawn.

And it’s me
Rising with the sun…
The real me,
Freed from the false one.

I feel the sharpness of those broken lies:

A piercing within,
A gash in my soul,
An eternal end
To my eternal hole.

And it’s me
Blocking out the cold…
The real me,
Revealed as truths unfold.

I sweep up all these scattered nothings:

A life collected,
An old world smashed,
A truth protected
From what lies have crashed.

And it’s me
Living yet again,
The real me
But I’m still what I’ve been.

Never changed,
I’m still the same,
And it’s me.

[PhotoFx]

Hey, sorry guys for not posting in a month, but school and other things have awamped me, and for some reason i lost interest. No offense to any of you, i've missed the ideas, and, so havn't written anything since my last post, the poem without a title.

to avoid making you all look for it, here it is again, with it's new-title smell still there.

THE TRAVELER

Every step and every
stride i take along this
line is but a tracing
in the sand; an imprint
of the moment.

And every footprint
left is washed away, and
every pause brings heavy
clouds around my feet
to catch me here.

But far to swift i stand, and
all the spinning world is left
behind these weary arms and back;
listen, the air is singing
of it's journey uncontained.

And all the boundless
joy the singing wind
has brought is caught
between my eyes and the
soft horizon.

there ya go, hope the title helps with the concept. if not. well, you all can handle a little mystery.

-Alan

[PhotoFx]

ok, here's the one that i posted and then deleted a while back... i reread it, and it doesn't bother me anymore, though one of the lines is almost identical to another poem of mine, which i dislike doing.

anywya, it also needs a title.

UNTITLED

oft what is cold and somber
shines brightly in the darker light
that wraps my blackest moods.

then sings my love,
and all the rusted thoughts
that bound my will and clasped
my heart with heavy chains
are broke, and warmth like summer
suns shines through and sears
my heart and love awake.

but restless this wind
keeps me, for tell i cannot
if she sings or if she screams.

there y'all go. Any suggestions?

-Alan

[izchan]

Dear All,

Sad to say, I was also a bit slow in posting as well ... ... not enough network time ...

Thanks to Trista, we have again rejuvenated the thread. Dont you worry trista, we are all still here. ... slow ... but still here ...

Wilsegolly ... ... your poem is really good ... I love it alot. it speaks of my current feelings to life ... no ... I am not breaking up with my gf .. but rather, I am breaking away with one of my habits ... and that is how I feel exactly ... your words ring true to my heart.

sscw46 ... ... your friend sounds like one of my best friend. ... his nose is so high, I can only see his neck most of the time ...

And Alan ... your words are always one of my favourites ...

I am reluctant to give you the title I have ... for it might seem out of sync with it ... but here is anyway ... [Soul Songs]

As for the poetry comes from tragedy part ... well ... I have only this to say ...

: Painting of words

Words have a thousand meanings
our eyes can only see a few
but yet words are all we have
and we hoped that all were true

Maybe we should take a step back
and just learn to enjoy the view
stop putting names to the words
when they just pictures telling a tale

Feeling each stroke within out heart
and learn from its lesson now
for life is like a picture
its not just colours but true art

Hope you guys enjoy this.

Talk to you all later.

[Ian the Korean]

Life

Around in a circle
Continuing on
Lifes begins in a moment
By the next dawn
It waits for everyone
just out of grasp
extinguishing itself
During its last gasp
In the dark of night
It withers away
To be reborn again
By the coming day
Forever flowing
Through endless time
And ever going
Its truly sublime

[PhotoFx]

revived! anyway, it's nice to hear from you ian, and i'll take that into consideration isaac. It's one of your best suggestions, but i seem to have a history of not using anyone's ideas but my own.

but anyway.... sorry i was so absent last time, i'll try to be more timely... that's not the right word, but it's escaping me at the moment.

-A

[izchan]

I am happy that people are coming back for a chat .. once in a while.

will post more often.

Thanks again ian for your wonderful insights.

And Alan ... you are welcomed.

[Magic_Midget]

Tis been awhile since I posted a poem...but here's two poems...one happy one sad...ENJOY!

Tis a Beautiful Day by Lee
Tis a beautiful day,
To wipe these sad tears away,
Veer your eyes to the glorious sunlight,
Soak in the warmth and give your soul some light.

Run through the fields, grass that is green,
Let everyone know that you're a new teen,
Reborn and ready to live life all over,
And throw the depression over your shoulder.

To be grateful that someone has given you a new life,
Didn't really have to slit your wrist with a knife,
Not when there's a lending hand that wants to help,
A friend that wants to nurture you back to health.

Enjoy what the world have given you,
Your life won't be both black and blue,
So wipe those tears away,
Because its a beautiful day.
________________________________________

Broken Promise by Lee

I thought you were the key to my heart;
But you left it in pieces when you had to part;
That special promise you and I made;
Only that it was a foolish game you played;
Remembering the time we kissed together;
I thought this relationship would go on forever;
As we now know it didn't
Because I felt a part of me went;
You only cheated on me and used me for sex;
What the fuck else is next???

I now have the key of sorrow and woe;
When pushed into my chest, turns my warm heart cold;
A promise you never kept;
Inside of me, a broken promise is left.

[Magic_Midget]

Heck....make that two more poems...

A Beautiful Mind by Lee

I met this girl at a bar with a beautiful mind,
Her face was sweet, and very kind,
We sat around and we talked about everything,
From life, family, and personal goals,
She wanted someone to be with and love her,
Not like her ex-bf who was drunken bastard,
Listening to her voice and the way she talks,
And when she heads for the bathroom, just watching her walk,
Taking such gentle strides, and waving her butt,
As my tongue hangs out and I pant like a mutt.
She comes back and I quickly give her a quick kiss,
Taken aback, and I thought she was going to get pissed,
But no, she kissed back so softly,
And you know...the rest of this poem is history....
___________________________________

AngelWings by Lee

Angelwings, please stay here;
Angelwings, please be near;
Closer to me....
So we can live in harmony.

Angelwings, please love me;
Angelwings, please care for me;
Never to hate me,
Just be there to care for me.

Angelwings, why thou leaving me?
Angelwings, Whilst thy part me?
Broken promises is left...
As I sat here and wept...

Angelwings, you came back;
Angelwings, wow...what a sharp knife!
I guess to end my pitiful life...
Just like the sayin goes...
Evil is sin,
Sin is Forgiven,
So stick it in.

[Shatto]

Have any of ya'll been published? A lot of this is better than whats in my poetry books

[Bilbo Baggins]

*idea*

Can i publish these poems on my website please?

Notify affirmative or negative by PM or email.

[Trista]

(I wrote this in the ninth grade)



Whenever I see an old metal gate,
It is years ago, and I am a young child
Surrounded by a rusty chan link fence
I'm holding a cuddly, squirming, brown, black, and white beagle puppy
That is licking my face and wanting to be free
In its vast backyard

But that is not my story
My story is a tiny heap of a puppy
Lying in its own blood in the street
Leaving me crying,
Because the gate was open

[Shatto]

I might as well add my two.

He came back to me

He came back to me.
I tremble softly.
Wondering why...how we came to be here.

He came back to me.
The thought rolling in my head.
Wondering when he'd leave again.

He came back to me.
Lover slipped away.
Wondering if he'll come home.

He came back to me.
Knowing I'll never be the same again.
Wondering if this is what I am wanting.

He came back to me.
Realizing I'm better off with out him.
Wondering if I have the strength to send him back again.




To whom it may concern:

To whom it may concern:
There is a fear in this place.
It is in the halls and in the class.
It is written upon everyones face........
but if you look you wont see it.
A fear. Of AIDS and sickness.
Of war and death and people suffering.
Of name calling, fighting, torn families....
of life.
There is an emotion inside.
So deeply burried....you cant find it.
In some people, it is in all that they do.
In some people......
you cant see it there.
A fear. Of rejection and acceptence.
Of love and hate.Of sex and AIDS.
Of technology and ignorance.
Of fame and poverty. Of noise and silence.
......Of life......

[sscw46]

All Things

There is nothing here for you
And in your mind, they can't offer you
Anything
This is where it has always been
Living in between
Rejection
Forms a solid wall
For those who feel unwanted
And those who don't want
The things that open up another world
Of unfamiliarity,
A world of ideas they don't have but need
To make all things right.

[izchan]

First of all I will like to welcome Shatto. Your poems are beutifully done. New blood is always good.

Lee, thank you for returning. I thought our little venture here have lost your interest.

Bilbo ... I think I will give you my permission to publish any of the poem that is written by my on this site. I can't speak for the others so you will have to obtain it from them yourself.

sscw46. WOW!!! I love your new poem. It is beautiful. I like the way you express life itself. It is trully what I feel inside as well.

trista ... obviously you are one of the few that is talented since young ... ... nice work ...

: Sweet Redemption

Nothing is better than sweet redemption
where all is forgiven and not forgotten
I am humbled by the sheer force of faith
and stronger because of understaning them
Maybe someday I will be able to express myself
without feeling like the blind painting the rainbow
for nothing in words can I say
that will fully explain what I see today
as I venture forth into the night
I see as clear as day
the path in which is in front of me
leaving behind all the decay
thank you for the patients and the chance
to walk with you all again
for in life there is nothing better than knowing
tommorow will be better than today

This poem came in small verses but when I put it down on paper, it appeared magically and fitted all together as one whole picture.

Hope you all enjoy it.

welcome home people ... welcome home.

[stttafffy]

tap water

ripples in my body
like when a rock hits water
tensing up
each muscle its own spring
winding back and storing energy
eyes meet and lock
and narrow
and flinch
time to get down to it
time to open up a can of whoopass.

[stttafffy]

ooh, trista. that hits hard
great poem.

[Magic_Midget]

Lost Friend by Lee

I remembered the day;
That your soul went away;
It happened so fast;
By the crack of a gun blast;
You no longer felt any pain;
And all your emotions were left uncontained;
Why oh why did you have to go?
This questions that I must know;
Why could it not be me?
Your good ol friend Lee;

A friend lost in a heated gun battle;
Now riding on Jesus's horse saddle;
May your soul in heaven be merry;
In memory of my Sandy.

[izchan]

Staffy .. nice poem ... I kinda of like the whoppas ..

Lee ... your poem forever deep into our hearts. Jesus horse saddles ... that is a nice touch.

: Don't go

There could another way for me to say this
but I know no other words to use
maybe if you just open up
you can see what I mean
I love you
there is no more I can say
don't go before I do
because if so I will die soon after

See you all soon.

[Magic_Midget]

Returning to Bloomingdale by Lee

Today was the day that I finally made my way to Bloomingdale,
A quiet small town of memories on an oceanside dock,
Mostly old people and middle aged couples reside here,
Nothing to be afraid or fear,
Since this is the town of peace and serenity,
And the spring water promotes longevity,
The hibiscus flowers bears truth and honesty,
Well, I thought grandpa was bullshitting,
But, he proved to be right when I went there,
Everyone around town seemed to really care,
Whether you had problems or in pain,
The doctors would administer water from the rain.
Bloomingdale...such a wonderful city,
Not really, since Bloomingdale is a mental facility.

[PhotoFx]

Red & White

when spring settles softly
and I look back wondering,
will I find a well-layed road
I had traversed;

or will my absent mind
play back some pastel fairy tale
with destiny and courage
sweeping me along?

It is but, alas, a narrow,
winding path, unmarked,
and little traversed, yet I,
at it's end, found you sitting alone.

And looking back, it matters not
how I arrived, but only that I did,
and that you comfort me when I
cannot stand alone.


i wrote that for my girlfriend and i's 4 month aniversary .
gave her some flowers (ok, 2 dozen yellow rozes ), wrote that on a square piece of paper, and folder a crane. i thought it would be a nice touch. hopw you all enjoy it. a cookie goes to the person who knows what the title symbolizes... (whoops, just gave a hint out...)

-Alan

PS oh yeah, Bilbo, you can publish my stuff there if you want.

[izchan]

i must be densed .... ... could not figure it out ...

But I do love the poem .. ... speaks volumes about your feelings for the girl.

Nice go Alan.

Lee ... again a surprise... a mental institute? ... man you do have a knack for these 'ghoulish' ideas ... ... keep it coming man .. ... keep it coming.

Here is an old one
: Fear

we live in fear
we die in fear
yet most of all
we fear of fear

then what is worst
then fear itself
for fear is us
within our doubts

Wrote this when I was flying over the pacific ocean ...

guess what I was afraid of ...

[PhotoFx]

nah, don't feel bad isaac, she didn't get it either at first, even though she was there when the idea came to me. I gave her the poem at the same time i gave her the roses, and supposedly red and white [edit][blah blah blah][/edit= not giving it away just yet ]. So that's that.

let me guess.... heights?

i like the poem, btw. nice and simple.

-Alan

[Athene]

Waiting for Sunrise

Unnoticed eyes look upon the night
Looking forward to sunrise again
Blackness of night bares no end,
At moments the sunrise peeks through
But, Shadows soon leave it disoriented
With blurred memories of the truth,
Straining to see what was forgotten.
The moon shines upon this place
The sun is right before it
Blind eyes cannot see it there
For wanting to see is the first step

05-07-02

[QHOBBES]

Rich Kids Have the Best Drugs

Put me through the rusty knife
Out the old and in with the life
The ball and chain is my wife

XXX rated movies are my fave
Taking red pills at my local rave
Chatting away the night with Gerowin03, Dave

Obviously this place smells worse than Gary, Indiana
Pimping my hoes on the streets of Oil City, Louisiana
Making the most of my time thinking about Anna

But I just wanna do the drug
Use the liquor and throw up on the rug
Zero compassion and not one lousy hug

Liquids can be just like smoke
Sick and twisted humor is the best kind of joke
Dissed all my money so now I’m flat broke

Pissed away another lonely Friday night
Cut my own throat during another gang fight
Place my pen down for today, tomorrow is nowhere in site

By: Lyle Wilson