this way a poem i wrote about a few mosts ago.
a new way to play
the game of
love,what can i
say? this is
how the game
is played.a chance
on romance could
lead to deppression
and possibly
aggression.kiss
and tell some of
us will fail and
live to tell
the tail.why
are we doing this?
some of us will be kissed
by our macth that
stichs out like a
pacth;what`s the
cacth?even though it may
seem like fun,
is it a pun?are they
trying to make money
which equals honey
what is this?!
i quit!no it`s
to late!we`ll
have to accept
our fate.now that we`re
trapped we feel
like crap.they`ll
pay for what
they`ve done.all
those son of a
guns.when the time
comes,they wouldent
dare 2 care,why
should they?when the`re
getting payed.we
lost and this is
the cost,the way the
love game was made,
we all got played.
a new way to play
the game of
love,what can i
say? this is
how the game
is played.a chance
on romance could
lead to deppression
and possibly
aggression.kiss
and tell some of
us will fail and
live to tell
the tail.why
are we doing this?
some of us will be kissed
by our macth that
stichs out like a
pacth;what`s the
cacth?even though it may
seem like fun,
is it a pun?are they
trying to make money
which equals honey
what is this?!
i quit!no it`s
to late!we`ll
have to accept
our fate.now that we`re
trapped we feel
like crap.they`ll
pay for what
they`ve done.all
those son of a
guns.when the time
comes,they wouldent
dare 2 care,why
should they?when the`re
getting payed.we
lost and this is
the cost,the way the
love game was made,
we all got played.
this is aqua
19 December
It's been almost a year since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if you try hard enough, you can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
It's been almost a year since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if you try hard enough, you can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
Artwork by me
Sitting right where you are
You have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
You are nothing to me
No matter how you try
What do you care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
You don't know me
No matter how you try
Why are you here?
You know I don't want you
I told you to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
You can't mold me
No matter how you try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
