I've got hope, now where's the change?

When will we grasp a reality,

that isn't made by the T.V.? 
Embrace the dramatic art,
which allows us to find a
part of ourselves vicariously?
Paperboy's selling the "news"
but it's all become fiction.
Not events, just a prediction.

While the markets frozen,
let us bow to the chosen,
The ones that will liberate us,
silence us, save us from ourselves.
Oh, tell me how to think Mr. teacher.
Oh, show me how to live Mr. preacher.

I've got my own dreams,
the youth's got our ideals,
but it's not ruled by the people,
only the "qualified" fields.
Putting tax dollars into crowd control,
more badges for the job increase,
give them all guns to protect the peace.

So draw us a map to progess,
with a promise we won't digress,
while we're taking food from mother,
to print school books for our brother.
Our elders are a knowledge to the past,
But fuck it, degrees are meant to last.
While we're all buying into debt,
i've got the hope, now where's my change?

Yesterday, the nobel peace prize,
for a speech, for a proposal of compromise!
There's something wrong with me, 
I can't believe this will end the cross fire,
pretty words just fail to inspire,
while I look into my best friends eyes,
before he's sent into the desert,
where everybody dies...

I've got my hope, now where's the change?!

Mr_Sin

Caged

The pillow that stifles my soul stinks of love, and whispers that hiding my [he]art away is not a sacrifice, not really.

I can speak silently, perform to nobody, paint with invisible ink, and express myself to a blank page… all in the name of love.

I poured out the wine gone sour because I love you, and hate the idea of you sipping from a poisoned chalice, but you caught every drip and stared at me with pained eyes when your flesh melted away.

So the wine sits and sours every time something comes up, and the drains are off limits from now on. Removing the cork doesn’t empty the bottle, merely lets the fumes waft over us and turns the air as bitter as the brew.

I made no promise so there’s nothing to break, except a fragile glass with ‘trust’ tentatively written on the label next to a piece that many cherish but forget. I’ll dust around the plinth it sits on and try not to knock it, but I was always clumsy and the glass wobbles alarmingly whenever I get too close.

You never asked me to stop doing, only to stop speaking. My soul is still there but the cage has come down and the silence is terrifying.

Rachel Gleavy

Note to whom ever, My last day alive.

You said I never had to feel alone.
I've heard more promising words.
But I believed you.
Yet I feel so alone.
I give it about 7 months.
You wouldn't even remember my name by then.
You'll never enter my room again.
Because it'll be closed off.
But you know inside.
Is where I lay.
Dead.
You know inside my room is where I took my last beath.
You said I'd always have a reason to stay alive.
You said you'd never leave me without no reason.
Then one day, your no where to be found.
Tell my family this is not their fault.
This is but mine.
Note to whomever.
This is my last day.
Alive.
Note this.
Trust no one but yourself.
Things change.
People change.
People lie.
The world still turns.
Only now.
I'll be six feet under.
You drove me to death. 

Written by Nik-Forever

liberty or death

I spit senseless shit..........

jumbled words to disturb,,,, the morals within,

your proper up bringing, fuck ya I was raised in a barn,

And my pops is a piece of shit, was love to much to ask?

he could of at least hung around and beat my fuckin ass,

disfunctional would had been better than nothing,

now my life lacks fatherly guidance, I latch on to role models,

its so goddamn disgusting, but I is who I is,

And the counselor says I have personality issues,

a fatal prognosis, how did it happen?

with this fat sack of cannabis I entertain smoking,

you must be fucking joking , with your positive influences,

and your uptown attitude, I dont mean to offend,

my words just get misconstrued ,

you dont desire to understand me, reality wont let you...

forgiveness is bullshit, just a way of saying you're a pussy....

to damn scared to do something about it,

pull the pistol and pop it.... consequences forsaken,

you wrong me I wrong you, revenge replaces forgiveness,

thats true about justice, fry him where he stands,

dont get me wrong I still love, just a little bit different

I love if it suits me, helps me in some small way

mutually benefical, maybe I'm shallow,

a shell of a man, I'm fine with that

no identity crisis, just acceptance here,

throw in the hand I was dealt, or double down,

screw it I'm all in, jaw dropped and long faced

addicted and dont know why, bullshit

I decided to get high, nobody forced my hand

crack was a decision and I am not sorry for your pain,

dont choose now to be the hero and save me from myself,

I'm drunk and i'm driving, swerving in all lanes,

I drive like I live, reckless and shit,

and the dopeman is my friend, he furnishes my escape

puts it on face, but my face value is void,

even as a baby, I was twisted when they made me

a faulty product destined for the system,

a third world mentality, destitute and despicable,

it fuckin amazing, and I live next door,

close to your love ones and future and fancy dreams,

I enjoy people like me who cause pain, destroy destiny,

give people a reason to give up, promotes prostitution,

not an office job but it works, blue collar if you will,

seedy hotels with nasty smells, the scent of failure,

scars like lines on a mirror, and anger like fury,

give me liberty or give you death

Written by drugfree1977