I'm Not the Daughter of Your Dreams.

I know life fucked you over young,
and I get it that you work hard.
I've heard you never got to have fun,
and yes, you told me of your broken heart.
 
Mom, you gotta grow up sometime,
you can't stay 16 forever.
You're quitting jobs and pinching dimes,
saying, "we gotta stay together."
 
I blame myself, just like you do,
for Daddy's death and our situation.
All the tears I've cried, you have no clue.
Mom, all these years I've been so patient.
 
Please quit calling me a whore,
and if you can, stop selling drugs?
Hun, I know you're insecure.
That's no excuse to fuck brainless thugs.
 
You used to have a heart,
I recall that, somewhere inside.
While it seems you've grown apart,
you've locked it up, or tossed it aside.
 
I don't mean to chastise you,
but could you chastise me?
Don't let me have sex in your room,
and dude, grow up. Don't give me weed.
 
I appreciate the freedom,
but this is just too much.
While you don't have to believe it,
I tend to give in to lust.

Written by KristynAshley.

I Release Me

I´m fed up with the monotony
of waking up to the same routine
everyday;
the same problems
the same worries
the same aspirations
the same goals,
roaming like a nomad
drunk on the present
in the early hours
of this city, this lifestyle.

I´m fed up with having
all the time to do everything
without enough time for
anything, to spend another minute
not holding you
not being with you,
with being love sick.

I´m fed up with wealth
my social class, prosperity,
the white picket fence,
with experts
with America
with Europe,
with all the things
I´ve ever been taught.

I´m fed up with
always being distracted
by mindless distractions,
with T.V., fast food
and no one saying
what they really think,
with apathy and society.

I´m fed up with
being a nice young man
who will graduate from a top 100 school
who will make alot of money
who will make everyone proud
who will do the right thing

I´m fed up with poetry,
with having to scream
into the coffee-stained pages
of a notebook, and listen
to your crap because
you´ve memorized all the right words.

Written by matthew bass

Our power!

Hypocrites
and Bureaucrats
Clogging my brain
Why aren't the people seeing red
and posting threads
about what should be said,

We must fight for our power,
Our freedom of speech

I should be preaching to the choir,
the long time converted
instead I find ignorance abound

It's your life,
It's your voice,
Don't give away your choice!

Written by Duncan Alexander (Duncan)

Corrosion of conformity

Their was a time when I was very unique;
The way I dressed to the way I speak. 
I had my piercings and my tattoos
Now I'm old hate; just old news. 

I have always believed if you can't be true to anyone else;
Don't fall a victim, and not be true to yourself. 
Conforming is the new way these days;
To the way we look, or even our kids we raise. 

They want us to look like the people of the mass;
I will not conform: they can kiss my ass!
I am what I am; this is all I know how to be;
If you don't like they way I look; don't look at me. 

I do not walk with a lowered head;
I choose to look right at you instead. 
I know I have nothing to hide;
As you walk around; your feelings trapped deep inside. 

I know I have pains that are all of my own;
From you trying to conform me; no rules written in stone. 
Act this and that way, the way you were born;
I'm not sorry: I will not conform. 

I will dress and look like what I feel;
I'm not a minuteman I am truly real. 
I am no different that you to I;
The only thing that is different: to myself to choose not to lie. 

You can be what ever to want to be;
I will stick to my faith; corrosion of conformity. 
I will live my life how I see fit;
Your opinion doesn't matter; it doesn't mean shit. 

So don't you judge me because I am me;
I know who I am, and know what I see. 
I am true amongst my kind;
I have my freedom of speech: I have my own mind. 

I will not sympathies if your life is wrong;
Maybe it's because you have conformed way to long. 
Weather I know you or not...you see;
No matter what I will always be me. 

I will not conform to the standards that you've set so high;
The new world order; from me you can kiss that good-bye. 
No matter what you may think of what you see. 
I still will be true and I will always now that I am me. 

So for those who think that we live your ways;
The day that I conform to your way; it will be truly the end of days. 

So I say to your conformity of your world;
I know what my goals are: what I'm working toward. 
I will not judge you if you do the same;
If you have nothing from conformity...well ain't that a shame. 

So which direction that you may chose;
I know in my heart; I have nothing to lose. 
So conform to that this world of cost;
It is your expense: your life its cost. 

This may be the silence before the storm;
I will still stand strong and never conform!

Written by Atropabelladonna