Drivel

Once in a world
Where time and space spin endlessly on strings
And the problems all come together like a swirling evil mass
A woman is created out of hardship and woe,
A car crash a year ago.
How long can one ail?
Pretty long I suppose and its problems on me bail.
Who's wrong if right's a joke
The people in power could on power, choke.
Parents are a dictatorship,
Stronger than any
A monarchy, a totalitarian style ass of themselves
Don't I wish I could vote?
Don't I wish there was a peoples choice award?
Well, that's called divorce
But that was their decision not mine.
A baby takes a lot of work but not that much,
Especially when you aren't working but rather just giving
She asks
They comply
They don't comply
She tells
She rules because it is her child,
Nothing else matters.
I'm not her kid.
My dad loves me
To a degree
And to please him she acts submissively.
A cynic in her ways
Nothing ever changes
I'm just a kid and so is she
Although my sister does gain respect from at least the baby.
I don't care perhaps I'll go
Legal restrictions are all that tie me to this household
But I don't care
Even my sentences are run-ons
My mind's just drivelling now and hate ensues it,
Makes it stupid
Makes me high
But not feel right
I've lost all warm things inside
I feel cold in this household and not just because it's cold.
She hates me, they both do
And I hate all three of them
I could seek sanctuary with my mom
But not until
I'm sure they hate me as much as I do them
The girls on this side are corrupt
Reigning like queens
We're susceptible to everything
She says she's sick and everything hurts
Well I'm dead and whatever she's got hurts me worse.
I'm sure now
Who cares
Who would
I'll just disappear
Like I should,
Like I should.

Innuendo

Her curves were natural
and fit to kill.
Her lips were mine, lateral
and night grew hotter still!

Summer time when the air is hot
I layed next to her.
Then she touched my every spot,
there I did inter,

my concience saying no.
All I went was on
say it isn't so,
when I wake up, she'll be gone

restored law and order.
she had sheded my clothing hide
I was under torture
but came out, the other side.

Hit Hard

Tell me of the path I must walk
tell me of the kind of man I would be to walk it.
The right man for everyone
becomes everyone's fool to change.
I am the lone for my personality is my doom.
It changes never,
and this is all that filled my mothers womb.
In birth I was filled with myself
but downcast I am for years of being told I was in the wrong.
Raised by quakers I must now join animosity
but nature shows if I did I'd join hypocrisy.
Born in peace I am what I am
and altruism has been my set plan.
Nobody flocks
nobody cares
my soul with my kind now sits in despair.
My families are gone
those left
are chained by blood
no friends that live near
besides they who deem me crud.
one family do I belong
but at times I feel I do not
as stupid as I am
good friends leave me for other squat.
I am left with those who don't care
who I must live with and deal with
but I know they're unhappy I'm there.
After my life is lived and I die under god,
my funeral will leave me few or no people
who for me will plod.
I fear my soul is dead
and for my companions they tred
to the land where they were wanted
and there they said,
"do unto others
as you would have them do unto you"
and at these words my lazy body will leave them
truly dead.