|Stuff I've been up to... XD|
green apple.Soaked to the skin, getting drunk on hard cider,green apple. by Masukee
So brown and reclusive I'm nearly the spider.
Sitting in wait for the phone to vibrate,
while watching the visions my brain can create.
Am I the alien? Am I otherkin?
Am I made for drowning in this "sink or swim?"
Are you protective? Can you be real?
Am I the only one in this who truly can feel?
Is this reality? Is this my fate?
Am I a sellout? Am I just bait?
Am I the wizard? Can I see shades?
Is my worth really measured by preposterous grades?
Are my hands really scarred, or am I seeing things?
Am I afraid of tomorrow or perhaps what it brings?
Do I want to hold you, or is that a lie?
If I got up the courage, would I really want to try?
I can't pull the answers just out of thin air,
so I'll sit here and drink; fuck it, I don't care.
for Michael Brown.Josh T. Pearson, ringing in my ear,for Michael Brown. by Masukee
telling me shit that I don't need to hear,
as midnight rolled around about five minutes hence,
and no longer I find myself straddling the fence.
My blood is on fire and my body is heat,
I'm struggling to be quiet, to keep to my seat.
I'm pacing the length of my room head to foot
I'm burning my bridges to ashes and soot.
My emotions are roiling like a tsunami, a flood
and I've bitten my fingers til they're dripping with blood.
I'm an animal caged, walking to and fro,
unable to fight, but unable to go.
I can't turn away, can't avert my eyes;
I can only look up, and turn to the skies.
I spit rhetoric into the dusky night air,
and my neighbors can hear me but I don't fucking care.
"Is white more important than life?" I slur,
my damaging words for that despicable cur.
"'I don't care who started it,' isn't that what they say
when they just want to make sure it all stays that way?
What happened to justice? Are we so vain
that we'll plug our ears while
the bird and the wolf."I long to be," said the bird in the tree,the bird and the wolf. by Masukee
"Like small and the wee, those that cannot be me,
Like perhaps the bee, or perhaps the sea,
I long to be free; yes, I long to be free.
I want freedom to swing, and the freedom to sing,
To have room to take wing only freedom can bring.
As the bells perhaps ring, or do the bells ding?
I wonder, I wonder, is there such a thing?"
The wolf on the ground, that devilish hound,
Invited by sound to that coveted mound,
Who never had frowned, disgracefully crowned,
watched that bird that he found, that bird that he found.
"To fly so slow, to fall so low!
You are no schmoe, no indignant crow;
you have no woe, as your soul has its glow.
To have what you'd know, you must come down below."
The bird did agree, and alighted to see
If the harmless puppy had some wisdom for he.
Of course in his glee, he flew in blindly.
The wolf was his foe, who had him in tow,
and so it should go, he dealt the deathblow.
The bird was left, oh! to die in the snow.
This is no fab
|Stuff I've been up to... XD|