11/02/09 - 16 Years Old
Hood Tales

Heres the stories of the streets,
those who aint found the glory of the beats,
they got hopes but not what john dorian would dream,
more like what time the orient would leave,
and never return, heres some kids that were burned:-
lil marc was living to earn, now he sits in an urn,
see it whet down when he handled some gear,
he put it in a sock where him mamma wont peer,
every friday a man would appear,
kids 13 so he cant move shit,
explains it to the dealer but the man would flip,
see he expects more than he gave the kid,
now kids hating this, he should be out playin' n' shit,
but since he from the hood hes afraid to bitch,
see these dealers known to fool with figures,
then make a kid pull a trigger,
but when marc spoke out, a car drove round,
kids strartled now,
cause he aint clearing his cheques when being in debt,
and he aint putting b's into necks,
so the dealers drove round and put 3 in his chest...
and lil tre dog is sixteen years,
he aint seen death yet but kids been near,
he started off with a plan, but got involved with a gang,
and started spraying up blocks,
and now he looks to lay in a box,
cause when they had his back,
he would act the mack, but when he blasts a cap,
them knucks rat, the future now looks awful with this path,
because with one mistake hes got the mongels on his ass,
kid coulda been a surgeon or doctor,
but now some bikers huntin on choppers,
to fuck with him proper, and when they say to they'll hurt you,
they'll and with no fam'ly to turn to, l
ooks like they'll be burning him dry,
lil tre dog looks certain to die...
see in the hood it aint all producing and writing,
its doing yah time nd, moving yah life with,
hopes that your kids wont be doing it like them!



13/05/09 - 17 Years Old
Routine Stop

Set up a checkpoint and respect was gave,
No congestion made,
We read their plates,
Checked tax and then they get away,
Except the day we stopped an Escalade,
No tax so we asked the driver to step away,
A man of a different ethnic race,
Seemed agitated and he hated that we waited to catch him racing,
He exclaimed that we racist,
Insults like cracker taken,
Haters of black formation,
He started kicking up havoc,
Spitting and savage,
He brought it, I lost it, I said 'Nigger you've had it',
I predicted he's mad and apologized for giving him static,
But he stood back and whipped out the 'matic,
Looked me in the eye, pulled the trigger and blasted.

The moral is, you can't be sure,
And copy me, get shot and be killed at the hands of Tupac Shakur.




20/05/09 - 17 Years Old
Historical Repeater

The original Americans in residence of African inheritance,
May have been sitting on the elephants and lacking in intelligence,
But excluding the position of a president, where are the evident developments?
We are still fearing terrorists and lack in an elegance,
This is still a nation that is god forsaken,
Once black, now Caucasian, but it’s still a location,
Where the rulers are making money from breaking promises made and,
It’s gonna be taken by capitalist persuasion,
The only transformation is we believe our patrons were amazing,
Smashing faces of bastid Asians,
I quote Regan saying ‘’Before I answer your questions, I have an opening statement’’,
Which is, things are changing? It’s an imitation,
How can we enforce limitations of immigration if we stole this placement?
Soon as we step in we wreck in a second and set up collections,
Now they’re our tenants with no independence,
How do you reckon we getting advanced when we letting repeats in Iraq,
Learning our lesson?
From then ‘till now, what’s the difference?
No resistance when leaders insisting we embark on missions of demolition,
Examples; the war of independence and the declaration,
We are forced to fight in a reformation by leaders expectations,
In comparison to our garrisons of troops in foreign lands,
Enter with sword in hand to claim lord and lamb,
As leaders award the man who torches clans,
Here’s an American confession;
We aren’t pressing to end our political depression,
The discretion of their possessions,
Just like the founders, who placed bouncers abusing their powers,
And just like our leader, who attempts to keep our moral fibres cheaper,
By playing the historical repeater.



2009 - 17 Years Old
Love Within The Forest

It's disarming my faith to have the knowledge and know that in the darkness she waits,
I can't help that a part of me hates that the figures of evil rise in the army she makes,
Her servants lurk beneath the shadows, with every action I take, they're receiving ammo,
In the distance I hear them scream sopranos as they attack my heart and i feel the arrows,
It's cupid enraged and in one action she makes me feel worthless, a putrid disgrace,
It's when she reveals she can't look to my face, this force of evil has grew with the hate,
Search the stars of the Horus, but with her head on charge I'm marked by the Taurus,
I feel we can't hide, the darkness explore us, covered by trees, my heart is the forest,
With only some beams of light representing the love that's present and the peace of life,
But it changes when the beasts in sight; the sun departs and the habitants freeze at night,
It’s making me sweat as while she’s taking my soul she’s also taking my breath,
It’s creating a stress as each day I wonder if she’s sent from heaven or the angel of death,
Where I look, I’m seeing reminders of everywhere she goes she has her demons behind her,
A cancer breathing inside her and I know her spirit exists, and I believe I can find her,
Suddenly she appears in the distance and I must conquer her but fear her resistance,
It seems that she is receiving her mission, I call upon her but she doesn’t listen,
I can hear the wind pass through the cracks and I call her name but she wont answer me back,
She hears her heart, her master is black and this anticipation is like an asthma attack,
I have a feeling that she wants to leave and the black decay now a gone disease,
This sudden euphoria has me on my knees as now the evil emerged beyond the trees.



12/06/10 - 18 Years Old
The Time I Spent In Hell

My experience? All of it speaks to me, and my time in hell, honestly weakened me,
What you can you expect the offer to heathens be? Good and evil, altering frequently,
Brushed aside, they forget about what's little, they spoke a thousand riddles,
I never understood, I plea the sound's acquittal, but instead, hell splits down the middle,
Inside, what's frozen melts, no choice but to hide the tears and hold myself,
Others approach to help, but the conclusion you find; you're always alone in hell,
After a while, I won't lie and say the pain isn't soar, but when it's done taking it's course,
The hurt fades from the shore, but it always sticks when your parents divorce.


12/06/10 - 18 Years Old
Misguided By Faith

A man is ahead, walking my way, he stops me still and an offer is made
This stranger seems honest as day, too trusting? It seems he’s gotten my faith
A spirit exists within and enters me, a new friend I’ve made or the enemy?
I assume and trust the inner energy, and what’s beyond? I ascend and see
I am brought to a man who begins touching my thighs, he’s rough and I cry
I am told if I run then I die, he’s turns me around and then covers my eyes
I am abused by the hands of blood as I overhear them say that the task is done
This figure I see is masked above, but for some reason it’s kidnapped my trust
The experience is taking my breath, have I now encountered the angel of death?
But a revelation surfaces and aches in my head, perhaps indeed the pain is a test
I try to hide the fear, staged with the actors and the doubts I have, I omit the answers
Must I really tolerate this disaster? And are the screams I yell an encrypted password?
Is this really how my new friends handle hearts? I try to hide the tears and the scars
Now I sit secluded, can’t see past the dark, I ascended too high, peel my hands apart
Thinking back, this choice was not one I would choose to make, who’s to blame?
Could it be that I grew this way? Now kidnapped and alone, abused by faith
My suspicious then circumvents me, I seek the answers as for once I’m ready
True, the damage has been done already but at least I realise that I am one of many
I am independent, I must control my mind, this belief I had, I’ve never known the type
I feel for those, the truth has not exposed inside, I walk away, the blindfold behind.



13/06/10 - 18 Years Old
Tree Of Interpretation

I seek for a place to meditate and I hope, to find a tree which sprouts vegetation below,
And then in front of my eyes, so amazing; an Oak, enriched with colours as displays of it's growth,
It would seem it has been forgot and it shows, others that know, are calling it old,
With it's leafy defence, the interior is not often exposed, but there is evidence of the solace it holds,
I'm at one with nature, certain I'm right, as the centre of the tree gives birth to the light,
I've experienced a lot of hurt in my life, but now together me and this tree, in the circle of life,
It's forgotten presence is marked by it's many battles, this tree has fought depressions,
Been taught it's lessons, but can't keep on progressing as harsh times await, Autumn beckons,
Once fulfilled with vibrant colours, this grey and dull life expects to die in gutters,
As I sit in contemplation, I discover; this tree is asking it's self, 'can I survive another?'
This tree stands tall, patient for cover, from the storms ahead, awaiting it's mother,
But nature is gone, it's facing the thunder, alone and cold, an now it's fading it's colours,
The only friendship, leaves on it's arms, make me, a sceptic, believe in it's heart,
The fantastical rainbow disappears in the dark, the only protection is gone, I'm seeing it's bark,
Now I feel it's regret, and worse is; that it could now face the decent of curtains,
Unfulfilled in life and now expects the furnace, and can't even discover, if it possessed a purpose,
If it was receiving it’s goal, it was intercepted, and the end was near, in fact within seconds,
No future forwards, darkness sits in the present, the circle? The diameter shrinks, the ring rejected,
I sit here and lay on the roots, wondering if I want this magical creation renewed,
But alas we find, it was never making it through, and thus failing to give meditation a use.



29/06/10 - 18 Years Old
Broken Spirit

Nathan, once a sufferer of his father’s awful abuse..
Abusing both Nathan and the alcohol he consumes..
Undeniable damage, in his own domain; he’s afraid..
Until Nathan manifests a friend to relieve his pain..
Ricocheting the hurt, his friend removes his dad’s hits..
Sheltering exposed emotions; he endures the damage..
Now his counterpart takes his place, crying in bed..
Building up a burning anger, only satisfied by revenge..
Late at night, he creeps to the father and covers his head..
Patiently awaiting the stillness of his stomach and chest..
He became a murderer then on, while his dad’s asleep..
Now the fulfilled child must split the scene, like the personality..
Though escape is impossible, whether or not he is trying to run..
Nathan disappears after he finds what his trusted ally had done..
Now he sits holding his knees, crying with laughter..
The original, Nathan, laid the rest, he died with his father..



25/06/10 - 18 Years Old
The Age Of Many Faces

I feel like I’m stuck on the shelf, staring at where I was once above and I fell,
And submerged in shadows, with something to tell, looking up at myself,
So start listening close, maybe advice is hidden and shown encrypted in code,
Sunshine watched as I leapt into the cold, leaving behind my glistening gold,
As I jumped, I released from life as I leave behind a career of height,
Now gazing up I see the light but it would seem I hide beneath in night,
I wanted to be street, and now I stand at the level, my life brought it’s eulogy,
And forgotten to be neat, a mess, as I see the window of opportunity,
Now, too far to reach, originality stood against me, happiness parts with me,
I barley survive upon heartless beats and now lay pray to the darkness’ feast,
I thought ‘This is the hour, where man becomes legend, with mystical powers’,
Up in the sky, I once lived in the towers, now fight the shadows to resist the devour,
I now hate the person I tried to be, leapt out with open arms, I would scream ‘admire me!’
Those who lied to me? I feel stupid for missing the daggers behind adviser’s teeth,
I used to lift the crowds with influential speeches, but who listens now?
Now I’m missing out as my life smashed to pieces when it hit the ground.



29/06/10 - 18 Years Old
Out Of Control

*At the Party*
“Do it man, do it!”
“Think I should?”
“Hell yeah man, it’ll be awesome”
“Alright….”
It started, the key was sitting in the ignition, he was going out to ‘seek ambition’,
I said ‘Stop, you need to listen’, he went with bleeding visions, effects of a speed addiction,
As he went off, he caught the curb, I thought ‘no need to worry, it’s not his first!’,
But this time when he got his buzz it had gotten worse, outside to him; he saw a blur,
It must’ve been the pace, I feared that next time I’m dressed up, it’ll be his wake,
He was gone, you should have seen his face, focused to go out and meet his fate,
A storm brewed, I knew it would fight his traction, he gets possessed like it’s magic,
I caught him up and celebrated, but was this the night to have it, ahead I see lights are flashing,
Now I ask you this, your deepest friendship, are you really sure do you value it?
I looked him straight, yelled ‘I demand you quit’, we were right next to him, he passed too quick,
He crashes, it burns him, I thought maybe it would die out, as it happens it worsens,
We were just laughing and cursing, but I should have known, he was on the path of destruction,
I saw it coming, why didn’t I shout and call? He was led on by the crowd’s assault,
He had a problem, so he went out to solve, facing head on to bring down the wall,
But instead he hit it, now a silence broke out, we watched on with no sound,
It lifts as folk shout, he wanted to open his mind, but his body closed down,
I once trusted CPR in creating respiration, I thought of it as was of taking medication,
Fat chance, funny, he wanted to face his revelation, but now, will never make his destination.


27/06/10 - 18 Years Old
Heart Burn

Flames? Usually show desire, but this time they attacked, when I was broke and tired,
Awakened to expose a liar, but still no detection, seemingly a smokeless fire,
I was too slow; I should have seen it first, now ashes remain beneath in urns,
Should have come out early, like a foetus’ birth, I was not playing with fire, but leaving burned,
More than possessions are taken from me, to many, the flames, are amazing to see,
Out spills the blaze on the streets, an old flame seemingly, has created the heat,
Previous history had gone away, and so long without it, I’d forgotten hate,
Now I struggle to think what to say, when I first found out, I saw a blaze,
Not guns or knives, I fear the weapon of hearts, I kept my head in the dark,
The life I led was a farce, there was no contact made, but I still left with the scars,
I was asleep in bed, thinking all was well, oblivious to what creeped instead,
Came out alive, but leaving dead, looking back behind me, and just seeing red,
How can you feel, where your life is given away, this time there’s no forgiving the blaze,
I just lay in solitude, needing to get rid of the pain, but find it hard to extinguish the flames.

When I created a goal, I knew I would get it, not thinking of, who was effected,
This time however, I stood to regret it, where I once called a home, I look for the exit,
Look ahead, but all I see is black, I can’t find the direction, It seems I need a map,
Once a happy place where I leave my hat, now my surroundings have me feeling trapped,
Suddenly, flames rose and beckoned, I stare to the future, and can’t help loathe the present,
I rehearsed the plan, but the commotion wrecked it, leaving me with no directions,
At first I had disbelief, thought my hearts lying, I thought start trying or start dying,
What life is selling we aren’t buying, I thought it was fine, just innocent sparks flying,
The good has hidden, showing the bad, and I can’t wait for this to be enclosed in the past,
I’ve left things broken and cracked, I was standing over gasoline, holding the match,
No words can help, I have nothing to say, I had a chance, and jumped to escape,
Now am I truly free? When I erupted the blaze, it all blew up in my face,
But this isn’t harmless, I can’t even start to paint the picture, not a gifted artist,
My action, I guess it was heartless, many lives destroyed, when I committed arson.

11/02/09 - 16 Years Old
Hood Tales

Heres the stories of the streets,
those who aint found the glory of the beats,
they got hopes but not what john dorian would dream,
more like what time the orient would leave,
and never return, heres some kids that were burned:-
lil marc was living to earn, now he sits in an urn,
see it whet down when he handled some gear,
he put it in a sock where him mamma wont peer,
every friday a man would appear,
kids 13 so he cant move shit,
explains it to the dealer but the man would flip,
see he expects more than he gave the kid,
now kids hating this, he should be out playin' n' shit,
but since he from the hood hes afraid to bitch,
see these dealers known to fool with figures,
then make a kid pull a trigger,
but when marc spoke out, a car drove round,
kids strartled now,
cause he aint clearing his cheques when being in debt,
and he aint putting b's into necks,
so the dealers drove round and put 3 in his chest...
and lil tre dog is sixteen years,
he aint seen death yet but kids been near,
he started off with a plan, but got involved with a gang,
and started spraying up blocks,
and now he looks to lay in a box,
cause when they had his back,
he would act the mack, but when he blasts a cap,
them knucks rat, the future now looks awful with this path,
because with one mistake hes got the mongels on his ass,
kid coulda been a surgeon or doctor,
but now some bikers huntin on choppers,
to fuck with him proper, and when they say to they'll hurt you,
they'll and with no fam'ly to turn to, l
ooks like they'll be burning him dry,
lil tre dog looks certain to die...
see in the hood it aint all producing and writing,
its doing yah time nd, moving yah life with,
hopes that your kids wont be doing it like them!



13/05/09 - 17 Years Old
Routine Stop

Set up a checkpoint and respect was gave,
No congestion made,
We read their plates,
Checked tax and then they get away,
Except the day we stopped an Escalade,
No tax so we asked the driver to step away,
A man of a different ethnic race,
Seemed agitated and he hated that we waited to catch him racing,
He exclaimed that we racist,
Insults like cracker taken,
Haters of black formation,
He started kicking up havoc,
Spitting and savage,
He brought it, I lost it, I said 'Nigger you've had it',
I predicted he's mad and apologized for giving him static,
But he stood back and whipped out the 'matic,
Looked me in the eye, pulled the trigger and blasted.

The moral is, you can't be sure,
And copy me, get shot and be killed at the hands of Tupac Shakur.




20/05/09 - 17 Years Old
Historical Repeater

The original Americans in residence of African inheritance,
May have been sitting on the elephants and lacking in intelligence,
But excluding the position of a president, where are the evident developments?
We are still fearing terrorists and lack in an elegance,
This is still a nation that is god forsaken,
Once black, now Caucasian, but it’s still a location,
Where the rulers are making money from breaking promises made and,
It’s gonna be taken by capitalist persuasion,
The only transformation is we believe our patrons were amazing,
Smashing faces of bastid Asians,
I quote Regan saying ‘’Before I answer your questions, I have an opening statement’’,
Which is, things are changing? It’s an imitation,
How can we enforce limitations of immigration if we stole this placement?
Soon as we step in we wreck in a second and set up collections,
Now they’re our tenants with no independence,
How do you reckon we getting advanced when we letting repeats in Iraq,
Learning our lesson?
From then ‘till now, what’s the difference?
No resistance when leaders insisting we embark on missions of demolition,
Examples; the war of independence and the declaration,
We are forced to fight in a reformation by leaders expectations,
In comparison to our garrisons of troops in foreign lands,
Enter with sword in hand to claim lord and lamb,
As leaders award the man who torches clans,
Here’s an American confession;
We aren’t pressing to end our political depression,
The discretion of their possessions,
Just like the founders, who placed bouncers abusing their powers,
And just like our leader, who attempts to keep our moral fibres cheaper,
By playing the historical repeater.



2009 - 17 Years Old
Love Within The Forest

It's disarming my faith to have the knowledge and know that in the darkness she waits,
I can't help that a part of me hates that the figures of evil rise in the army she makes,
Her servants lurk beneath the shadows, with every action I take, they're receiving ammo,
In the distance I hear them scream sopranos as they attack my heart and i feel the arrows,
It's cupid enraged and in one action she makes me feel worthless, a putrid disgrace,
It's when she reveals she can't look to my face, this force of evil has grew with the hate,
Search the stars of the Horus, but with her head on charge I'm marked by the Taurus,
I feel we can't hide, the darkness explore us, covered by trees, my heart is the forest,
With only some beams of light representing the love that's present and the peace of life,
But it changes when the beasts in sight; the sun departs and the habitants freeze at night,
It’s making me sweat as while she’s taking my soul she’s also taking my breath,
It’s creating a stress as each day I wonder if she’s sent from heaven or the angel of death,
Where I look, I’m seeing reminders of everywhere she goes she has her demons behind her,
A cancer breathing inside her and I know her spirit exists, and I believe I can find her,
Suddenly she appears in the distance and I must conquer her but fear her resistance,
It seems that she is receiving her mission, I call upon her but she doesn’t listen,
I can hear the wind pass through the cracks and I call her name but she wont answer me back,
She hears her heart, her master is black and this anticipation is like an asthma attack,
I have a feeling that she wants to leave and the black decay now a gone disease,
This sudden euphoria has me on my knees as now the evil emerged beyond the trees.



12/06/10 - 18 Years Old
The Time I Spent In Hell

My experience? All of it speaks to me, and my time in hell, honestly weakened me,
What you can you expect the offer to heathens be? Good and evil, altering frequently,
Brushed aside, they forget about what's little, they spoke a thousand riddles,
I never understood, I plea the sound's acquittal, but instead, hell splits down the middle,
Inside, what's frozen melts, no choice but to hide the tears and hold myself,
Others approach to help, but the conclusion you find; you're always alone in hell,
After a while, I won't lie and say the pain isn't soar, but when it's done taking it's course,
The hurt fades from the shore, but it always sticks when your parents divorce.


12/06/10 - 18 Years Old
Misguided By Faith

A man is ahead, walking my way, he stops me still and an offer is made
This stranger seems honest as day, too trusting? It seems he’s gotten my faith
A spirit exists within and enters me, a new friend I’ve made or the enemy?
I assume and trust the inner energy, and what’s beyond? I ascend and see
I am brought to a man who begins touching my thighs, he’s rough and I cry
I am told if I run then I die, he’s turns me around and then covers my eyes
I am abused by the hands of blood as I overhear them say that the task is done
This figure I see is masked above, but for some reason it’s kidnapped my trust
The experience is taking my breath, have I now encountered the angel of death?
But a revelation surfaces and aches in my head, perhaps indeed the pain is a test
I try to hide the fear, staged with the actors and the doubts I have, I omit the answers
Must I really tolerate this disaster? And are the screams I yell an encrypted password?
Is this really how my new friends handle hearts? I try to hide the tears and the scars
Now I sit secluded, can’t see past the dark, I ascended too high, peel my hands apart
Thinking back, this choice was not one I would choose to make, who’s to blame?
Could it be that I grew this way? Now kidnapped and alone, abused by faith
My suspicious then circumvents me, I seek the answers as for once I’m ready
True, the damage has been done already but at least I realise that I am one of many
I am independent, I must control my mind, this belief I had, I’ve never known the type
I feel for those, the truth has not exposed inside, I walk away, the blindfold behind.



13/06/10 - 18 Years Old
Tree Of Interpretation

I seek for a place to meditate and I hope, to find a tree which sprouts vegetation below,
And then in front of my eyes, so amazing; an Oak, enriched with colours as displays of it's growth,
It would seem it has been forgot and it shows, others that know, are calling it old,
With it's leafy defence, the interior is not often exposed, but there is evidence of the solace it holds,
I'm at one with nature, certain I'm right, as the centre of the tree gives birth to the light,
I've experienced a lot of hurt in my life, but now together me and this tree, in the circle of life,
It's forgotten presence is marked by it's many battles, this tree has fought depressions,
Been taught it's lessons, but can't keep on progressing as harsh times await, Autumn beckons,
Once fulfilled with vibrant colours, this grey and dull life expects to die in gutters,
As I sit in contemplation, I discover; this tree is asking it's self, 'can I survive another?'
This tree stands tall, patient for cover, from the storms ahead, awaiting it's mother,
But nature is gone, it's facing the thunder, alone and cold, an now it's fading it's colours,
The only friendship, leaves on it's arms, make me, a sceptic, believe in it's heart,
The fantastical rainbow disappears in the dark, the only protection is gone, I'm seeing it's bark,
Now I feel it's regret, and worse is; that it could now face the decent of curtains,
Unfulfilled in life and now expects the furnace, and can't even discover, if it possessed a purpose,
If it was receiving it’s goal, it was intercepted, and the end was near, in fact within seconds,
No future forwards, darkness sits in the present, the circle? The diameter shrinks, the ring rejected,
I sit here and lay on the roots, wondering if I want this magical creation renewed,
But alas we find, it was never making it through, and thus failing to give meditation a use.



29/06/10 - 18 Years Old
Broken Spirit

Nathan, once a sufferer of his father’s awful abuse..
Abusing both Nathan and the alcohol he consumes..
Undeniable damage, in his own domain; he’s afraid..
Until Nathan manifests a friend to relieve his pain..
Ricocheting the hurt, his friend removes his dad’s hits..
Sheltering exposed emotions; he endures the damage..
Now his counterpart takes his place, crying in bed..
Building up a burning anger, only satisfied by revenge..
Late at night, he creeps to the father and covers his head..
Patiently awaiting the stillness of his stomach and chest..
He became a murderer then on, while his dad’s asleep..
Now the fulfilled child must split the scene, like the personality..
Though escape is impossible, whether or not he is trying to run..
Nathan disappears after he finds what his trusted ally had done..
Now he sits holding his knees, crying with laughter..
The original, Nathan, laid the rest, he died with his father..



25/06/10 - 18 Years Old
The Age Of Many Faces

I feel like I’m stuck on the shelf, staring at where I was once above and I fell,
And submerged in shadows, with something to tell, looking up at myself,
So start listening close, maybe advice is hidden and shown encrypted in code,
Sunshine watched as I leapt into the cold, leaving behind my glistening gold,
As I jumped, I released from life as I leave behind a career of height,
Now gazing up I see the light but it would seem I hide beneath in night,
I wanted to be street, and now I stand at the level, my life brought it’s eulogy,
And forgotten to be neat, a mess, as I see the window of opportunity,
Now, too far to reach, originality stood against me, happiness parts with me,
I barley survive upon heartless beats and now lay pray to the darkness’ feast,
I thought ‘This is the hour, where man becomes legend, with mystical powers’,
Up in the sky, I once lived in the towers, now fight the shadows to resist the devour,
I now hate the person I tried to be, leapt out with open arms, I would scream ‘admire me!’
Those who lied to me? I feel stupid for missing the daggers behind adviser’s teeth,
I used to lift the crowds with influential speeches, but who listens now?
Now I’m missing out as my life smashed to pieces when it hit the ground.



29/06/10 - 18 Years Old
Out Of Control

*At the Party*
“Do it man, do it!”
“Think I should?”
“Hell yeah man, it’ll be awesome”
“Alright….”
It started, the key was sitting in the ignition, he was going out to ‘seek ambition’,
I said ‘Stop, you need to listen’, he went with bleeding visions, effects of a speed addiction,
As he went off, he caught the curb, I thought ‘no need to worry, it’s not his first!’,
But this time when he got his buzz it had gotten worse, outside to him; he saw a blur,
It must’ve been the pace, I feared that next time I’m dressed up, it’ll be his wake,
He was gone, you should have seen his face, focused to go out and meet his fate,
A storm brewed, I knew it would fight his traction, he gets possessed like it’s magic,
I caught him up and celebrated, but was this the night to have it, ahead I see lights are flashing,
Now I ask you this, your deepest friendship, are you really sure do you value it?
I looked him straight, yelled ‘I demand you quit’, we were right next to him, he passed too quick,
He crashes, it burns him, I thought maybe it would die out, as it happens it worsens,
We were just laughing and cursing, but I should have known, he was on the path of destruction,
I saw it coming, why didn’t I shout and call? He was led on by the crowd’s assault,
He had a problem, so he went out to solve, facing head on to bring down the wall,
But instead he hit it, now a silence broke out, we watched on with no sound,
It lifts as folk shout, he wanted to open his mind, but his body closed down,
I once trusted CPR in creating respiration, I thought of it as was of taking medication,
Fat chance, funny, he wanted to face his revelation, but now, will never make his destination.


27/06/10 - 18 Years Old
Heart Burn

Flames? Usually show desire, but this time they attacked, when I was broke and tired,
Awakened to expose a liar, but still no detection, seemingly a smokeless fire,
I was too slow; I should have seen it first, now ashes remain beneath in urns,
Should have come out early, like a foetus’ birth, I was not playing with fire, but leaving burned,
More than possessions are taken from me, to many, the flames, are amazing to see,
Out spills the blaze on the streets, an old flame seemingly, has created the heat,
Previous history had gone away, and so long without it, I’d forgotten hate,
Now I struggle to think what to say, when I first found out, I saw a blaze,
Not guns or knives, I fear the weapon of hearts, I kept my head in the dark,
The life I led was a farce, there was no contact made, but I still left with the scars,
I was asleep in bed, thinking all was well, oblivious to what creeped instead,
Came out alive, but leaving dead, looking back behind me, and just seeing red,
How can you feel, where your life is given away, this time there’s no forgiving the blaze,
I just lay in solitude, needing to get rid of the pain, but find it hard to extinguish the flames.

When I created a goal, I knew I would get it, not thinking of, who was effected,
This time however, I stood to regret it, where I once called a home, I look for the exit,
Look ahead, but all I see is black, I can’t find the direction, It seems I need a map,
Once a happy place where I leave my hat, now my surroundings have me feeling trapped,
Suddenly, flames rose and beckoned, I stare to the future, and can’t help loathe the present,
I rehearsed the plan, but the commotion wrecked it, leaving me with no directions,
At first I had disbelief, thought my hearts lying, I thought start trying or start dying,
What life is selling we aren’t buying, I thought it was fine, just innocent sparks flying,
The good has hidden, showing the bad, and I can’t wait for this to be enclosed in the past,
I’ve left things broken and cracked, I was standing over gasoline, holding the match,
No words can help, I have nothing to say, I had a chance, and jumped to escape,
Now am I truly free? When I erupted the blaze, it all blew up in my face,
But this isn’t harmless, I can’t even start to paint the picture, not a gifted artist,
My action, I guess it was heartless, many lives destroyed, when I committed arson.