You're Not Here

Take a ride, take a ride with me,
And maybe at some point you'll see
That it doesn't matter where you go,
Everyone will just see you as a hoe.
They want to light your fuse,
Use and abuse,
Make you cringe and cry,
While they wave goodbye.
Is it just a business transaction?
Maybe someone should take action.
No, wait. Take a step back, I say to me.
Maybe this isn't where I should be.
Take a step back now and rewind.
Rewind 'til you lose your mind.
Just look.
Don't judge the book.
See it for its entirety,
Not your wished reality.

Another Lyrical Day, I Say

No longer, no longer
What you ask.
Strange steps...
Heels turned black
The cinders, the cinders
They light the path,
And the strange steps
Take us back take us back

Flow sweetly, hang heavy
You suddenly complete me.
You suddenly complete me.
Flow sweetly, hang heavy
You suddenly complete me.
You suddenly complete me.

No wonder, no wonder
Other half, strange steps
Heels turned black
The cinders, they splinter
And light the path
And these strange steps
Trace us back, trace us back.

Haha. Slacker.

Well, after having no creative thought what-so-ever for the past four or five days, I wrote a poem.
About zombies.

With a very uncanny appetite, the creatures moan and groan,
Wanting to devour squishy brains.
They roam.
Their stomachs churn and yearn
For that which they have yet to earn.
Slowly, they more towards their prey,
Trying to eat that brain that's gray.
Their rotting skin falls in flakes
With flesh their crazy hunger slakes.

Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 4

And, when he made a friend,
They made him ascend
To be in Salamander
With boys lackin' candor,
But they traded him because
Insubordinate he was!
Even though he made a draw,
No one cared at all.
To Rat, Ender went,
And he was utterly spent.

Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 3

Now cast aside from other boys,
This was an important ploy,
For Ender had to be alone.
Only games could be his home.
His favorite was The Giant's Drink.
It made everything be interlinked.
By showing his deepest fears
Of being Peter. It brought tears.
Ender just wanted to be nice,
But these boys were full of vice.

Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 2

Yet, when his monitor was gone,
He was left like a fawn.
No one could be his aid
In this intricate masquerade,
But he proved his crazy worth
And finally left home; Earth.
Bound for a place so cruel,
I'm sure they ate lotsa gruel.
The place was called Batteschool.
Oh, yeah, it had to be cool.

Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 1

Ender was an epic man.
No! A boy. Oh damn.
Only six years of age,
It was hard to gauge
If he'd be like Neo,
The one with no ego.
But, before he was a third
And often called a turd.
His parents were embarrassed
As if they were some terrorists.