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Two Years in the Making
She said I was special
A writer like no other
Yet all I could think was
If you want my dick then just say it
But I’m just a person like any other
And he said I was cool
A voice of a generation
But all I could think was
You don’t know me or my generation
I’m just a whisper in a scream of evil!
I couldn’t take it
No, I couldn’t take it
I was changing
And it was two years in the making
(So far)
Oh whoo
(So, so far)
Oh whoo
Deny me and I’m never coming back
Then!
I was just so stupid
Acted like a loser kid
Not that I really care
But two years ago
I was lying on the floor
Thinking maybe I let myself go
Depression was my home
The outside was such a scary world
I couldn’t take it
No, I couldn’t take it
I was changing
And it was two years in the making
(So far)
Oh whoo
(So, so far)
Oh whoo
Deny me and I’m never coming back
Finally got up
Circled around bars
Found people who understood
Care for each other for the moment
And if they turn their backs
Then no love lose
But right or wrong
When you’re talking shit
It’s all out war
I couldn’t take it
No, I couldn’t take it
I was changing
And it was two years in the making
(So far)
Oh whoo
(So, so far)
Oh whoo
Deny me and I’m never coming back
Stronger now isn’t a voice
It’s a way of life
Never again letting assholes and sluts
Take me down
So take it from me
You’ll never see me on my knees
No longer chasing
Now you can come chase me
So to all those that tried to hurt me
I hope my confidence fucks you up
Makes you want to die and take your worthless life
Because you’ll never take mine!
A writer like no other
Yet all I could think was
If you want my dick then just say it
But I’m just a person like any other
And he said I was cool
A voice of a generation
But all I could think was
You don’t know me or my generation
I’m just a whisper in a scream of evil!
I couldn’t take it
No, I couldn’t take it
I was changing
And it was two years in the making
(So far)
Oh whoo
(So, so far)
Oh whoo
Deny me and I’m never coming back
Then!
I was just so stupid
Acted like a loser kid
Not that I really care
But two years ago
I was lying on the floor
Thinking maybe I let myself go
Depression was my home
The outside was such a scary world
I couldn’t take it
No, I couldn’t take it
I was changing
And it was two years in the making
(So far)
Oh whoo
(So, so far)
Oh whoo
Deny me and I’m never coming back
Finally got up
Circled around bars
Found people who understood
Care for each other for the moment
And if they turn their backs
Then no love lose
But right or wrong
When you’re talking shit
It’s all out war
I couldn’t take it
No, I couldn’t take it
I was changing
And it was two years in the making
(So far)
Oh whoo
(So, so far)
Oh whoo
Deny me and I’m never coming back
Stronger now isn’t a voice
It’s a way of life
Never again letting assholes and sluts
Take me down
So take it from me
You’ll never see me on my knees
No longer chasing
Now you can come chase me
So to all those that tried to hurt me
I hope my confidence fucks you up
Makes you want to die and take your worthless life
Because you’ll never take mine!
Published 11th Mar 2016
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12th Mar 2016 4:39am
Those who are weak but find strenght in their weakness creates a strong aura that intimidates those around them.
12th Mar 2016 10:41am
Nothing’s weak about fighting out of hardships. Knowing nothing can hurt you because you already been at your lowest. Those that give up or accept things for what they are, those are the weak ones.
"Pain is weakness leaving the body" Hehe ^-^
"Pain is weakness leaving the body" Hehe ^-^
14th Mar 2016 3:28am
This reminds me of some of my favorite lines from Sylvia Plath:
"And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three."
And now a thing I always repeat when I feel like shit:
"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air."
They're from Lady Lazarus...planning to dye my hair red. Wonderful write. :)
"And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three."
And now a thing I always repeat when I feel like shit:
"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air."
They're from Lady Lazarus...planning to dye my hair red. Wonderful write. :)
14th Mar 2016 12:36pm
It’s so lovely that my rant reminds you of some great poets ^^
Though I think the poets of our time don’t have the same feelings like those of poets past ^^
Most my poems are a mix of poem and lyrics. A good blend of two things I love
Thanks for the comment :-)
Made me happy to see it
Though I think the poets of our time don’t have the same feelings like those of poets past ^^
Most my poems are a mix of poem and lyrics. A good blend of two things I love
Thanks for the comment :-)
Made me happy to see it
14th Mar 2016 9:02pm
I see the lyrics in it...actually the thing that brought me to search out DU is a coming of age story with exchanges of words between two poets, the blues/rock band vocalist and the sexy introverted alto. It was friggin' sexy. I was 16 then and I shouldn't be reading that...but fuck the rules. Haha. Their words still influence my style and themes, I feel myself closer to being "them"...maybe soon...so the style of how you wrote your words, honestly(quite embarrassingly), made me all...shivery.
15th Mar 2016 2:11pm
Feel free to shiver anytime at my poetry ^^
I enjoy reading your poems as well. Very emotionally driven :-)
I enjoy reading your poems as well. Very emotionally driven :-)
