So it is said...They say it on TV,they say it on the radio,they say it in the paper.Thay say it;soit must be true.So it is said,so it is done.It is said;it is believed;it is set in stone.They say it so it must be true,every syllable from their lips,another commandment etched in stoneand should be followed blindly.It is said;it is believed;it is set in stone.So it is set in stone.The stone can be broken,it's marked fragile anyways.So drop it.And let it crumble.Free your mindfrom their jawsadn think on your own.Let the light rush throughand think for yourself.They say it on TV; ignore the propaganda.They say it on the radio; don't listen to the static.They say it in the papers; just read between the lines.You don't have to believe,believe their inconsistensies.So it is said,so it is done.Break the cycleand breathe on your own.Breake the cycle and the stonebreak it and blow the p
CensoredYou want to shut me upyou want my voice to stop.So you pick up my poems,punish me for my thoughtsthat I've voiced on paper.That's okay though,because I realizeyou have your flaws.That you're just a control freak.A lazy one at that.And as much as it annoys me,you are who you areand I am what I am.So when I fight backdon't take too much offensebecause fighting for rightis as much a part of meas sitting on your assis a part of you.So keep on trying to shut me up,I'll keep talking.Keep trying to stop my voice.It'll still be loud.Take up all the poems you want,I'll just write more.Punish me for every thought I have,it don't phase me, I'll still have 'em,and I'll write them downjust to piss you off.The one thing though,that you can't graspbut is the most important.The only think you don't realizethat it's not only my voice.
Bored HopeLiam stared out into the open road, sighing softly to himself as he watched the scenery rush by. His life… was in pieces now and around everyone else he kept his happy face but when he was alone he found himself thinking too much.He was just… bored with life, maybe that was how he should say it. He wasn't depressed, he'd been much worse states of mind in his short life. He was just bored by where it was going, feeling trapped by everything lately. Just bored of all the problems that were shoved into his face, none of them any new but just as hard, if not more difficult than the first time he had dealt with them.So maybe there were new problems, they just felt the same to him as all the others. None of them made his life any more interesting, none of them made him want to live to see the solution. They just left him… there, in an in-between.He wasn't one of those people who needed dreams in their lives. He w
The GameOne more time we play this game, one more time we twist and turn.So we're here again,waht is it we're here to do?This has become mundane,a useless ritural between us.I'm tired of it,aren't you?Doing the same things,in the same way,so many times.Can we at least put in a bit of effort,use some imagination in this line up?Be creative about hte set-up,adn at least make this interesting once more.June 26, 04