Cliques
Two, four, six, eight!
Which clique always seems so great?
Cheerleaders, blonde and dumb as dirt
While we are surely better, it is us that they censor
Then you have the emo group
Your standard crazy teens
Boasting about the scars on their wrists
And wearing really tight jeans
The Goths, of course, think they are best
For they all dress in only black
Wearing long skirts and knee high boots
And zombie make-up to pick up the slack
Preps are basically wannabes
The cheerleaders who never were
But that’s all right, that’s okay!
They’ll all be cat ladies and wear fake furs
Loud racial slurs fill the air
As you pass the gangstas
They fight for all their African rights
Then they call each other niggas
There are, of course, your standard jocks
Who think life revolves around pigskin
Some may be smart, but they’re probably not
‘Cos their jockstraps wore their "brains" thin
Then there are people going against the grain
Let’s all just call them "posers"
‘Cos they all try so hard to look and be different
That they end up looking like losers
The real treasures lie in the outcasts—
The "non-clique clique", if you will—
For they all howl, yowl, and sing
And often make you feel ill
There are nerds or course, and geeks too
Those kids who seriously know everything
That is, except, how to talk to a girl
Or readjust the sproing in a spring
The bookworms are my kind
The ones with lowered eyes
They live in worlds of fantasy
And can escape reality’s lies
So, in a nutshell, you have a high school
Full of every clique under the sun
But tell me first, before my time’s up
Why not use names, everyone?
We were each at birth assigned a code
Which was supposed to give us a name
However, now, they’ve been stripped down
And we’re lumped in with others, no name
Did you know that Tiger woods now insists
On being called something other than African?
Here’s an idea—don’t let it scare you—
Why don’t we just call him a man?
He is a man right? His species name
Is Homo sapiens, not a different name either
So regardless if he was a jock, geek, or Goth
Let’s all just call him "Tiger"!
It’s novel I know, but let’s be frank
No matter how outraged the parents might be
It’s an old-fashioned system that’s got to go
Let go the labels and proudly say "I am ME"
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Dark Angel
My friend with blood covered
wings
Stabbed you in the heart
i long to feel the touch of your
wings to craddle my heart
You nerver siad goodbye you
you just ignore me
but then you come back
and hold me behinde her back
we are in love but
nobody knows
it so hard to hold it back
i just want to burst
my dark angel
wiil you give me the love
you showed her
Teardrops and the Rain
i sit alone,
watching shadows,
memories of the life i had with you,
and as i stare out into the darkness,
silent tears drops run down my face,
where did the person i loved go,
how could you hurt me like this,
how could you tell these lies that stab at my heart,
look and see the red river,
the blood from the wounds you left in my soul,
i loved you,
i gave you my heart,
and you said you loved me,
but you lied,
silently the rain falls on my face,
mixing with the tears that i have shed,
it is silent and dark,
and as i am crushed by the weight of my broken heart,
i die alone,
in my cold and empty world....
Why...
I wonder in a sea of shadows
the vastness so deep
I see my blood spilling
Turning the shadows red
a sea of endless pain
soaking me with anger
why must I feel this way
why do I hurt
why do I bleed
why do I float un a sea of misery
Why do I hate
why do I love
why do my tears bleed the blood from my dieing heart
I have loved and Lost and never to love again
My world is darker now there is no light to be a beacon
why I ask......why
Dark Love
The pain i feel you started
The blade I use you made Bloody
My world came to a end when you left me
Now I sit in the darkness bleeding to no end
My love,I love you now and always will
But I will not change even for you
My world is mine and no one elses
My heart has been broken but I dont care
All I wish is to be loved by you even if you dont care
My Love, you are the rose in my bush of thorns
Why do I love you I do not know
But I love you so
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