Nothing compared to you.

My torn and draped clothing, That clings to me effortlessly and hides the bruises lurking beneath because of the fear of being seen, Is nothing compared to the disguise that I've been forcing My mendacious smile That's affixed itself to my face and flashes at everything to cover up the truth, because I can't manage a real smile, Is nothing compared to the happiness that I've been faking. My absence from normality That's increasing dramatically and causing obtrusive awareness and concern, Is nothing compared to the absence in my heart That's gaping widely from the shattered pieces that have gone astray. My choking eyes that are wallowing in the puddles of my wretched heartache are nothing compared to the times that they've drowned in the rivers of life's inflicted storm. So stop putting on that constant act of concern, because behind that mask that you are hiding behind, I can see that you honestly don't care for me at all. And no act of your false salvation, is ever going to save me from your pain.

Written by inky babyx (riyah_darling)

Strange Conformity

Observe the streets with a scarce amount of effort, then summarize in your mind what you see. That kid all alone,dressed in black on the corner Is an Emo 100 % guaranteed.   Observe the darkened path with your weary eyes, and frown at that girl ,ever so skinny and frail. Then quickly make a choice out of anorexic or bulimic, assume quickly only with with little detail.   Question those pretty girls smiling politely, smile back, but be careful not to adore. Because after all, it is classed as a sin, to be playing cat and mouse with a whore.   Look down on that boy with his journal, be sure to judge him without any delay. Just look at his glasses and his shimmering smile, its by far obvious, that he is gay.   So abuse and criticize our small society because you know it's not acceptable to be defined. Just tear apart our feelings, and inflict your dreaded words because it won't be long till we all commit suicide

Written by inky babyx (riyah_darling)

Depressing Life Of A Sick And Twisted Man

Selfish, relentless, insensitive Call me whatever you want But y’all are gonna be the ones that will be creeped When I come back to eternally haunt I don’t give a fuck so just get the fuck over it You better duck ‘cause I’m about to go supernova shit! Testing testing uh oh there seems to be a tiny glitch He’s bottling up all the insults and he’s getting extremely pissed Wow it’s incredible how he just sits there taking it He acts like it doesn’t bother him but I bet ya he’s faking it It’s like a man picking up a puppy and fucking raping it Nightmare after nightmare a puddle of his own sweat he lies awake in it Man I feel really bad for that kid it would really suck to be him To have to put up with all the bullshit and to be in the position that he’s in Man if I were him I’d just kill myself Or as 50 Cent once said die trying to gain wealth Whether that’s true or not I do not know But I believe in this kid and I want to see him grow You know what they say good things come to those who wait But is that really true or is it all just fate?

Written by GlennMcCrary

Let Me Be

I take this knife Into my hand was a happy life too much to demand? It will be alright This is gonna be My very last night I think if you were here What I would say Because there is no more tommorow And there is no more today My hand slides down The knife goes through Just think, this is All because of you I'm rolling around On the floor Trying to get up To lock the door I hear your voice As death draws near I see your face I have no fear Even in death It's you I still can see Why couldn't you Just let me be?

Written by Mr_Sin

A Teenage Boy Unleashing His Vengeance

Every day when I wake up I feel shit This feeling gets under my skin and I’m so sick of it It seems that every time I play the nice guy It always backfires on me Most of the time it’s the people Who are full of sin and greed Picture a fishing rod with me as the bait Having fish snacking on me because they haven’t ate It feels like things can’t get any worse at this rate Hell I barely make time to stop and conversate Because I hate everybody and I don’t give a fuck These people are so careless and they fucking suck I’m tired of being mistreated every time I turn around I’ve searched for happiness but sadness was all that I found Believe me if I could I would trade everything to be happy again But no matter how hard I try I just can’t win And it hurts me to know that that’s really who I am Always being treated like a kid but yet I’m a grown man My life is something that people will never understand I wish that I could just hold the world in the palm of my hand And crush it to tiny pieces from right where I stand As I slowly watch the remains slip out of my hand And onto the ground like grains of sand Man wouldn’t that be grand? Then I wouldn’t have to take shit from no one For they are the reasons why I am sitting here writing this poem If y’all don’t like it y’all can kiss my ass I wasn’t put on this earth to impress you fags Why don’t you go get happy and buy a bunch of Glad bags And for those of you that have dusty ass waves buy yourselves a du rag I don’t care if you get mad regarding this attack Just letting you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back You know what fuck all of you suck my motherfucking nut sack

Written by GlennMcCrary

Where Are You Daddy?

You once told me when i was very young that you would be there for me.
That "Even though mommy and daddy are fighting daddy will always be there for you."
A meer eleven years later and you are no where to be seen.
When I cry at night and just need a hug
it is mom's arms that hug me and not your own.
I think to myself why is it that after you promissed
me you would alwyas be there are you not here for me.
Have i displeased you so much that you can
not even stand to talk to me on the phone?
What crime have i commited to deserve being excommunitcated from your family, or is it that your words were but a false hope?
Did the carry any weight or were they simply
empty words meant to ease your escape?

Written by lonelymaiden

"Nas Is Like"

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin large, takin it light
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . .
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like life or death.. I'm a rebel.. "
"My poetry's deep, I never fell.."
"Nas is like.. half man half amazing.."
"No doubt.."

"Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die
Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof Hummer man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam'
I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now..

By Nas

Just A Band with Ha-He (Makmende)