I Wanna Fly

He was young A poor broke skater Once had dreams To escape forever. She was a girl Home south of Denver Moved around oft Cause of daddies temper. Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh Built up the nerve To go and ask her, Well-prepared Calligraphied letter. She chuckled the thought Threw aside the paper, Walked on by Said "She would never." That simple phrase Crushed his effort His last thought Stay a pretender. Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh Pretend. She did not offend. Walking past  laughing with her friends. Goes home to lock the door. Screaming that he can't live no more. News breaks in on channel five, A belt had taken whom she denied. Another teen gone by the knife. Myopic was her mind. Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh

December Eighth She will remember, Home from work Late from the diner. Bottles lined Every corner, This was a home Ridden in anger. Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh Locked the doors Called for mother, Heard a cry Echoed in bitter. Raced the steps To see the begger, She saw a sight All too familiar. Begged for mercy For her brother, Her fathers hands Were laced in Leather. Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh Pretend We are at an End. The door slammed  Father slurring with a grin. She wakes up on the floor, Her brother beat like a whore, Still, she begs with him in her hands, "This is not where her story ends" She shakes tears from her eyes, Alcoholic rules the night. Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh Ah-Ahhh Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh

IX Tales of two lives Pretend, Between and betwixt these friends,  We shall see where this night will end...

Stoic "Were going to poke you in your left arm right here, anesthesia is now in his left vein." Alright, I am going to count down now from 10 to 1. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.... "Doc he is out do this quick before no more time remains." Time to zoom into his brain. Wait so many options where to begain. No, not that tissue that's what drives him insane. There it is, the little facts about what's inside his domain. Looks like lot of anger, happiness, and joy all in one place. Yet calm as ever never to be shown again. This kid ain't normal no constant migraines. No depressional waves. Hard times overcame. Quick to his feet after all friends turned ways. No sign of drugs, not even cocaine. No hatred towards others just a calm empty plain. His future ambitions are all in his aim. Addictions are none, "Doc there's nothing he couldn't contain." "So, What is the issue inside his membrane?" How is he so unlike all others when we look at his cereb

Guess Who's Back? Back Again?     Been a while since I opened up this old thing, and figured to tap back into my old 16 year old days. Without further ado...I give you...Encore Encore Tell me what's mine,  Tell me what's yours. All the countless hidden lies,  All the dauntless little wars. Tell me what's mine, Tell me what's yours. All the backstabbing knives, Always begging me for more.  I'm back at it again, Back at it like before, No one in my way Just God, and the Sword. The Devil's on my shoulder Yet I shrug it off, ignore, The times me and you spent alone And the times I spent un-Shore(sure) So I am waving you goodbye Take the bigotry you wore, Take the crown off my head The one full of thorns, Take the robe you laid on me When you thought I was yours, The mangled hands you wrapped around my aur This is the end for you The end of this war, The devil aint even close No, not anymore, This is my last chance to take a stand look around at all these fans Th