Girl With The Butterfly Tattoos

Girl with the butterfly tattoos
Could there ever be a me and you?
If you where closer to me?
You said you saw somthing in me
Do you remember when we mett?
It wasn't a spark
It was a bonfire
I had my mohawk
You had your afro
We didnt take it slow
It was fun though
An still is just to talk to you
Your just so damn kew
You are everything I want in a woman
From your mocha skin
To your beautiful mind
One of a kind
When will you be mine?
I trust you with my life
Will you ever be my wife?

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You Fooled Me

I'm not understanding..
If there was a god
Wouldn't he stop our suffering
Wouldn't he save lives
Wouldn't he help everyone who asked him
And how could we ask him?
Do we expect him to feel remorse?
He's never gone through what humans have
He's never felt pain
Yet so many put trust in him
thanks to god...
Thanks To God...
THANKS TO GOD!
God had nothing to do with it..
The food on the table was thanks to a hard working
man or a kind person
Not from praying to the sky
Your prayers fall upon deaf ears
But I'll listen
I can't turn water into wine,

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Little Slice of America

To be american, What does that really mean? I sit here in a Mcdonalds with the smell of sewage burning my nostrils making me nauseated as the stentch mixes with the smell of greasy burgers. I watch as a homeless man begs everyone who walks in, for change. I give him what I can spare. I watch as my fellow americans stuff their faces with processed fast food, all with tired faces. And on the T.V. there is talk about a revolutionary war rising in Syria. We sit here in the little busy Mcdonalds eating fat and sugar shaped in the form of what is passed as food while watching a war, people dead on the streets of a less fortunate country. We are exactly what other countries think of us even though we swear we are not. and I admit I am part of it... We are americans.

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Locksmith

When I was younger
I took women for granted
With my mother not being around
And my fathers words being the only sound
I decided at a young age
I could never trust a girl
Then came love
Or at least that's what they call it
The most devastating thing
I could imagine
I remember the late nights turning
Into early mornings
With nothing but stress on my mind
Followed by a shallow depression
And deep aggression
The disturbing progression
And as I grew older
And more girls
I did meet
My trust stayed the same

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Who are you?

Who are you?
Where are you going?
Where have you been?

I often wonder as people pass me in the street,
fly above me in planes,
and out deep in space,
I steady my own pace,
And stop to stare at the stars,
Not only mine but ours,

Who are you?
Where are you going?
Where have you been?

As I lay down and stare straight up,
The dark doesn't frighten me,
But the cold bites,
The stars twinkle,
As my face begins to wrinkle,

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Late Night Rubbish

Why am I up said the man
Sleep calls me but I remain silent
Like death at a party
Only alil heavier
Maybe it's all the hair
Then again
Maybe it's all the stress
Built up like a skyscraper
Only I don't touch the sky
I only dream of doing that
Ill scrape the sky clean and move on to outer space
Where being alone
Is nature
Do I belong with the stars?
Doomed to one day destroy myself
And everything close by?
Naw
I belong where I am
To make a difference
Without me the world would be different

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Influence

We are all just a canvas
media is the artist
if you let it shape you
the big companies the largest
try to brain wash what they think is true
but I was raised by my dad a working man's
morals of wrong and right
not afraid to stand up and fight

I want to be free of oppression
no more neglect and aggression
blood is the nations confession
we want progression

Thanks to the media we got kids
confused about love and lust
its hard to trust
we gotta educate the mind
cant sit back and recline
while watching the world become cold

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Abuse

I see you and I suddenly remember
Your not the same girl
No longer a contender
With plenty fish in the sea
I see
What they were talking about when they spoke your name
I didn't believe at first then came the change
And as I witnessed the beauty become the beast
I thought to myself
'I've been tricked and betrayed'
This beast needs to be slain
Before she takes hold of another
A fellow brother
A hopeless romantic
To make his life tragic
And I know only I have the power
So I lift my sword
But exchange it for a pen and
Begin
To let the ink rain

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Silence

When I see you I am voiceless. I cannot speak. The moment goes by too fast for what I want to say, by the time it's out of my mouth your ears would be too distant. So I remain. Silent. I speak to you with my eyes instead. Eye contacts risky business. But I take the chance. I stare. I stare. And I stare. Hoping you'll notice me. With all the noise around us, my silence speaks loudest. You see me. Our gaze meets. Sudden death. Look away or meet the challenge. It's a draw. Why is he staring at me, what's he up to, what now, I'm sure are things your asking yourself. I am friend not foe. We are silent but our conversation carries on, in a cosmic wavelength. Thoughts travel faster than any light ever could. Light speed, the light traveling, itself started out as an idea. We have millions of ideas. As we evolve we find our voices are not necessary. Thoughts are deeper than science, deeper than religion, deeper than the undiscovered depths in the sea. in our minds we can escape. We can create anything we wish. And with those ideas we can change the world. If the world truly exists. Maybe it's just a thought.Perhaps we are just thought.. A character in someone's mind where all our decisions are not our own. Just a doodle on drawing pad. There is so much our minds can do for humanity, good or bad.In my mind I can commit perfect crimes in silence all without making a sound. My soundless Utopia, where poverty doesn't exist and death is not feared. Because death is silent. He is welcomed. A master in the arts of silentology. Politicians could Learn a thing or two from him. Your campaign may be the most heard but it doesn't mean your popular. No one wants a talkative leader. I'd vote for a deaf man. Then at least I'd know he would never sell a promise and not deliver. He would only be heard through action. Helen Keller for president. The streets speak a language of its own. A silent lingo. The ones most fluent are the ones that walk them. And the way they are is the way they are dealt with by the big wigs. Silently. My thoughts surge through my mind. And this all happened in your eyes. A split second and I've invented a silent society. Then it's over. You look away the bond that held us has broken into thousands of invisible pieces that crashes to the floor without a sound. You get up. You walk away and I stay silent. I can't ask for you to stay and I won't. You talked to much anyways.

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Another Restless Dream

Started off at a house were I was outside with Jachin. It was Halloween and my family was at a Halloween event. I had a new phone and was takin a ton of pictures. Jachin started talking to me and the Preston and Phil showed up. The sun was going down and we all got in Phil's SUV. And he was driving crazy and Preston was in the back seat with me and he started asking me if I had read any cool end of the world books. He told me about one him and Phil read. Both of their eyes were red they were high. We stopped at a parking lot and I got out. They started to drive away and I jumped on the car door and hung on while they drove.then suddenly We were all walking and the sun went down. Mireya was with us. We went to a parking lot. We're her ex was going to fight another kid. The other kid was fat. I walked towards her ex and tried talking to him but he was a jerk and I ended up cussing him out as I walked away I passed the other keep put my hand on his shoulder and told him to kick his ass homez. They fought. Then in the corner of my eye I saw a teacher holding a tranquilizer rifle aiming at the dudes.I ran into a little ally were a big fence was, everybody was already on the other side. So I started climbing it and Mireya was helping. I finally jumped over and we all started running but the teacher grabbed Mireya's arm through the fence, I ran back and pulled her free. We ran and Mireya's pants got torn she wasn't wearing any, so we went to her house. An apartment were these zig zag stairs went up three floors, she lived on the top with her mom. You could hear her mom screaming at her'why are you always late to come home? You come home only to change then you leave again at 2 in the morning, what time is it.'As Mireya walks out slamming the door and running down the stairs her mom keeps screaming what Time is it. It's dark me Mireya Phil and Preston hang under a nearby street lamp. There's a bench but Phil and Preston are kneeling on the ground. I'm standing close to Mireya who has a new outfit on and is laying on the bench. I'm looking at Mireya as they ask what she's going to do when the world end. She says she was born in Mexico and shes going to be where she was born to die. She said yup that was her plan, she looked at me, and Phil asks me what my plans for the end of the world are. I say I honestly don't know.. Then say I'll probably be in Mexico partying with Mireya. We all laugh and talk about how the party would last a week. The were quiet and Mireya looks at me and say taco taco burrito burrito. Then I sing that song from South Park. And I wake up.

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