Break Out!
From the seams that kept you inside
It's time to show these people your kind of pride
Tear down these walls cause' you don't need them
Take a hammer to these windows cause' you don't see them
What's this life for if not for the freedom
To make your own choices to live "Carpe Diem"
Be who you are and never fear to shout
Drum into their minds till they have no doubts
You are the best you can be and they're here to witness
Were napalm! (Blast them!) It aint none of their business!
Tired of the chains girls? Go ahead just ditch em'! (Explicit: Just fucking ditch em')
You don't need this dungeon to hold your potential
They'
Do you dare to try, and find the light?
Of that which hides in the dark of night?
Out of mind and out of sight, in the shade lurks our fright
Can you bear the weight of the weary?
When their burdens become so dreary
Close to heart and close to teary, in the soul intent is bleary
As to bring down the load of the world
Upon their shoulders, our time unfurls
Deep within our minds are curled, when did this life become so whirled?
The woven threads of Life unravel
While running our shoes fill with gravel
Our ears echo with the sound of this gavel, inside our souls continue to grovel
These are the rugged pieces of trial
Deep in soft fl
A Battle Best Left Un-fought by Mehlda, literature
Literature
A Battle Best Left Un-fought
My fingers tremble as I write, words appearing at my touch
Little ideas form in lines-- They are a military bunch
Well organized and clever, their strategy is vast
And so they assemble across the page ready to attack
Metaphors and Rhymes are beat across war drums
A steady warning of the battle that has yet to come
Sweat breaks across my brow, my eye twitching with contempt
Fidgeting I squirm praying for patience
"Charge!" a CAPS letter yells its cry wrinkling the page
Words clash left and right in their 2 dimensional cage
Some mixing with the others, deserting their intent
Quite a few switched to numbers when the battle got too int
Mirror, Mirror what do you have to say?
I question myself just like this every single day.
I wake up, brush my teeth, run my fingers through my hair
Then I stare at my reflection wondering why I even care
I look myself over, checking for any flaws
Lo and behold!
I seem to find them all!
I dress myself carefully hoping I look alright
Maybe no one will notice or try to pick a fight
I gather all my homework that was crumpled in my sheets
I shove them in my book bag unsure that its complete
I walk into the kitchen to prepare some toast
Its all that I have time for before I have to go
Rushing out the door I watch Dad drive away
I
There you sit day after day watching people pass you by
Crumpled paper bag in hand wrapped around a bottle of cheap wine
Your so much younger than you seem the dirt playing tricks on peoples eyes
But even if they knew your story would they take the time
To hear about where you've been and how you've grown
To listen to the details of where it all went wrong.
Some would feel pity, others digust
And many would say nothing as they don't care about people like us.
But you don't have to say a thing, your story is already there
The worn clothes tell of trouble the bottle in you hand tells of strife
The grime and sweat you wear in l
Is it possible to bring back all that we once knew?
Or is it impossible to hold onto the memories, of people because were really not supposed to?
Looking in the mirror I watch as lines form across my face and where once skin was smooth wrinkles have taken place.
My skin grows lank and sags my hair long and gray.
And when I look closer I don't remember that persons face.
I wonder if I knew them from school, or just happened by them on the street or perhaps we were childhood friends, or did we just meet?
I reach out my hand to offer a greeting and when we touch the cold of glass reminds me
I was just day dreaming.
In my min