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-Kevin

Bylnoph

Having thoughts of the deceased is fucking horrible.
Blinding light and unbearable darkness both cover me.
It is not only the fact that I am dead to all, but the fact that
I am becoming dead to myself.
My tough skin I have constructed, is being worn by another now.
It never seemed to phase me when the gods had warned me,
When they told me this day would come sooner than I expected.
Fuck it, I can spit in the face of death.
Just give me a chance.
but who am I to speak?

juynemph

As the trees are breathing I am afloat.
She is next to me dead, without a pulse.
At least someones heart is pumping.
but who am I to speak?

Humynoph

Addictions to smile for.
Just for you I will abandon everything I live for.
Simple explanations will become the worst honesty I will envision.
not only will I abandon, I have been abandoned.
Grounded more course than coffee.
I am at my simplest form.
but who am I to speak?

Lilly and August

"Those eyes could kill ma'am", I say nervously.
"Well kill me then, so that I will not kill", She replies.
I smile, not just any smile.
A pure smile of contentment.
This woman will kill me, I'm sure of it.
I hope it is slow, and easy.
The kind of death that only few could endure.
I am one of them.
but who am I to speak?

jeridy

The overall outcome of these torturous thoughts will be absolutely nothing.
As I call to the gods asking for forgiveness, my voice rings.
A beautiful voice, never heard.
It was and never will be heard because some do not need listening,
you would not understand.
Yes you, you're all wrong.
I... have done no wrong.
but who am I to speak?

tutheny

I have visions.
I have ambition that could teach the most wise soul known.
Proud?
What is the there to be proud of, a wondering mind?
I have followed the greatest thoughout my years.
The greatest in my mind at least.
You can keep your gods.
I have mine.
Sharing has never saved anyone.
but who am I to speak?

Mynoph

Crisp white pearls explode from her neck.
So bright that any man, no matter to what his loyalty might be, would look.
I have the right to call her mine, yet I am ungrateful.
My curious mind holds me back.
As fucked up as that sounds, not a soul would ever understand.
My deepest thoughts would rape any mind.
For in my mind, perfection seems clear.
I touch perfection, I can feel it,
but never take it.
Maybe the gods hold me back.
Possibly my love for a single soul holds me back.
For her single soul.
For his single soul.
One of these dying days I will take hold of this perfection and never give any room for escape.
I will not share this day with anyone.
I am alone with my thoughts, that is perfection in itself.
but who am I to speak?

mistrin

Blond hair with a simple dress.
Give me 1940, give me a simple love.
A love that no man can break.
A love not classified as love but as a raw emotion.
In all honesty I am eager, maybe eager enough for the both of us.
Maybe so fucking eager that I dream of these moments.
I dream of you.
I dream of this.
but who am I to speak?

gasple

Abolish something for once, get rid of a simple measure of the past.
Let me have a slim piece of the puzzle to fit my fucked up thoughts into.

1893

I think I have become lost in my art.
The art of anger.
I should take my thoughts elsewhere.
To a place of long dresses and top hats.
A woman has showed me this place only once.
I would sell my soul to return.
Allow me to return.

I could make an entrance.
One that they will remember forever,
or maybe it should be an exit.
I should figure out my intentions first.
Yes, my intentions.
but who am I to speak?

Zutny

Simplicity has become an option for my everyday routine.
I walk throughout the city streets and view everyone as an alien.
Not an Immigrant, but an alien to my state of mind.
Unaware of who I have become and capable of.
When will my thoughts be worn as cloaks on the wise?
When will I surface to reign over the gods?
but who am I to speak?

Un-hyph

The days on this plantation have gotten slimmer.
I am losing hope, faith, and courage with every passing second.
Come save me now.
I'm not strong enough to push through.
Justice will be served to these people one day.
A day that I will not see.
I'm ok with that.
I know in my heart I deserved better, the best.
but who am I to speak?

Znyth

I should wear this lampshade for the rest of my days.
I feel beautiful for once.
It's a funny sight this lampshade.
I should try on a paper bag.
but who am I to speak?

Cometh

Perhaps I have been overcome, thrown out, and destroyed.
Standing in front of thousands, I fall to my knees.
I do not deserve.
I do not deserve.
I call to the gods, no help.
Sweat drops from the tip of my nose.
I have not wronged any of you!
I have only loved.
Myself.
Now I come to realize my fault.
I deserve.
but who am I to speak?

Cancade.

My actions show everything except what is acceptable,
for I am a free soul. I travel with the pioneers and sail with the pirates.
For now, I am a free soul.
My destiny will be accomplished due to the fact that I will make my own.
For once, I am a free soul.
but who am I to speak?

skid row

Cars ease by in cycles.
Moving closer and closer to the happy, never ending roads of lust in my mind.
Winding down until there is no more.
Buildings line these streets, each filled with lust.
lust, lust, and more lust.
Drugs, sex, alcohol.
Fill me up, for I am a fuck up.
Now I've had my share, I'm ready for my next share of love.
Fill me up, for a am empty.
but who am I to speak?

Abandon

Having the distance.
I have the distance of the world right next to me.
I am filled with emotion.
Smiling, looking around in amazement.
For this split second anything is possible, I am possible.
I have proven my every word.
but who am I to speak?

27th

A wave of innocence is rolling towards me at this very moment.
come quick, come quick.
Do you see it?
The view of the gods.
I have been waiting for this day for a decade of decades.
Wish upon me.
Wish upon me.
but who am I to speak?

Hills

For once I truely understand my importance.
I understand my being, my every state of mind.
This is rare.

I promise this is the last time I will I understand myself.
We are all going insane.

but who am I to speak?

flourish

I am learning as the lion is dying.
His paws are twitching as I grow to be strong without a surfaced weakness.
I am powerful now.
He is dead, deceased, and rotting.
I never think of him, until now.
I am an elder to the people.
I am an old newspaper saved for kindle for when the world ends.
When darkness comes I will be there,
but NO I am powerful, I am ruling over these fuck-ups.
Look at me with admiration.
but who am I to speak?

kook

Even though I am smiling...
Even though I have lived an alright life up until now...
Even though I have had those exciting, fucked up, worthwhile moments in my life...
Even though you once told me that you loved me...
Even though you FUCKING told me that you loved me...
I cry.
I cry the tears of the happy as well as the lost.
I drank these tears until I became drunk.
I raked these tears up into a line and snorted the shit out of them.
I rolled each tear up into a piece of paper and smoked until I could no longer speak.
Please judge me for that.
Walk up to me and say," You are a genuine fuck up."
I swear on my last breath I take on this wonderful, graceful, peace of shit place we call land of the free, that I will say, " Why, thank you darling."
but who am I to speak?

Ms.

I want you to kill me.
Not today, not tomorrow.
The day I turn 100 years young.
I want you to kill me.
Spit out everything you loved about me and hated about me.
Tell me the things you didn't like and the things you wish you could have experienced.
Tell me how much you loved me.
Tell me how much I meant to you.
Not today though, nor tomorrow.
Wait until I turn 100, Please.
Then kiss me one last time,
maybe I will live another hundred.
There is a reason for this death.
There is a reason that I love you, yet I will never know the reason.
I'm ok with that.
but who am I to speak?

Rookie of

I am being taken over by the flood.
Flood me with memories.
Kiss me in the stairwell.
Uniforms will not keep me sane.
Even though its blurry.
I feel you,
and your silk bed spread.
Like it was yesterday.
Fuck, I wish it was yesterday.
but who am I to speak?

Mona

The jazz band plays as I search the room.
She should appear soon.
What am I saying , of course she will.
She will.

She finally shows.
Her body walks with the music.
I cannot help but to stare.
She will be mine.
I will explore the her thoughts.
I will explore each individual part of her body.
She will smile at me, only me.
My heart will race beyond normal measures.
I will be hers and she will be mine.
Like I just told you it would, It just happened.
I am satisfied.
but who am I to speak?

Lady Luck

She walks in.
She is lovely, but I can see her motive in her eyes.
She will kill tonight.
For some odd reason I am moved.
I am ready to see the outcome.
Someone is going to be killed.
Killed.
Life no more.
I would kill for her to pick me.
but who am I to speak?

I am greece.

Salt flows downward in the most simple motion I have ever witnessed.
This woman asks me what I have witnessed.

This woman is beautiful.
She appears only in my dreams.

I say,"I have witnessed only the most corrupt events of this century."
"I am unknown.", I add.
For a moment, I am a god.

I speak to my high power mindset.
god, this woman is beautiful.
god, this woman is a god.
but who am I to speak?

Last.

The raw grain.
underlying passages flow throughout.
When will I see the change of society
When will I ride the wing of this woman's right arm
I have come up with a work of art,
in the sense of a thought.
A thought that will surpass anything and anyone.
I am invincible until the day I ride that wing.
That wing of pestilence.
This day, is the day I become afraid
Afraid of the raw grain that I kneel on.
The raw grain that is shoved down our throats.
The fucking RAW GRAIN that we are killed with.
Killed in a sense of self-thought.
but who am I to speak?

One More.

City Scenes
City Sense
I belong here.
I have forgotten home, I have forgotten safety.
Safety net.
Safety net.
Catch me in my dream. Catch me senseless.
Catch this city.
Save this city.
I am this city.
What city?
but who am I to speak?

Survive me.

Conclusion.
What is this ending an intro to?
Conclusion.
I have the answer.
Here it is:
I will NEVER have the answer.
I have my hopes, my dreams.
Yet reality holds down my hot hot..hot air balloon.
but who am I to speak?

Carpets

Whisper.
I am afraid.
I am afraid of the outcome of these thoughts, these images.
Come back to me.
Come to me.
Come.
Although the trust is gone, I am wanted,
and I still want.
Paint me a picture.
Write me a book.
Slowly I will fall in love.
Again.
but who am I to speak?

Waste.

I am calm.
I know not what to think or to say.
Trust has failed me.
Trust in it's self has proven ever theory I have created.
Now I can finally have comfort in destroying them.
Them all.
Them all.
You can have that comfort.
I don't want it.
Trust can fuck you over too.
Just wait.
Wait for justice.
Although calm, I still answer to the call.
The call of jealousy, hate, anger.
Call me close.
I will follow.
This is finished.
Finished.
but who am I to speak?

free

Your on my mind.
You murdered me.
Kill
Kill
Destroy
Calm sweaty palms.
The same question.
over and over and over.
I dont know you say.
I say your a whore.
Lying Whore.
I love you.
but who am I to speak?

awaken

Heaven clears its waves.
Holding onto what is really valuable.
What is valuable?
What is to hold on?
I am deeply sorry.
but who am I to speak?

Substance.

This is ruin.
This is over.
Fall apart, for me.
Please.
but who am I to speak?

Come down.

Habits.
Become my habit.
Become my addiction.
Raw and pure, I miss this.
but who am I to speak?

Begin

Beginnings come an end.
Fresh starts flood my mind.
Confusion, Confusion
Love will make or break me.
Travel the world with me.
Fall in love with me.
In love with me.
Love with me.
With me.
With me.
Who am I kidding?
who am I to speak?

Plain.

Year and a day.
Two days until the end.
Two years until our so called end.
August 13th,2007.
Amazing memories.
Amazing faults.
March 25th.
Addiction.
July 18th, 1991
Ambition, Purpose.
Fuck.
's.
This is my life.
Was my life.
Will be my life.
Figure me out.
but who am I to speak?

Fridays Faults

Take it back.
Received, yes.
Now I'm returning the favor.
Fuck you.
Let it run deep, It doesn't phase me.
Who am I kidding?
I'm torn, destroyed.
Disgusted.
I need beginning, truth, purity.
Anyone?
but who am I to speak?

Ocean Blue.

You are unaware,
your words are understood.
They are comforting,
captivating.
Shallow waters seem the deepest.
Take me deep, Take me deep.
The deep end, the clear blue, to death.
I miss our passion. I miss my passion.
but who am I to speak?

Raw

Understood, Understood.
Distance has always taken a toll.
Paths that never run out.
Growing to be unseen.
Im finished.
Soon enough, at least.
At least, itll be soon enough.
Lips are as equal as comfort.
We are blind.
but who am I to speak?

Gallop

Slither.
Across, down, around.
Fuck your thoughts.
Arise. Im sorry.
Darkest Dearkness is what you are.
nothing.
Arise. Im sorry, sorry.
Your nothing but forgivness.
but who am I to speak?

Lazy.

I have an eye for you.
Destructive.
Addictive.
Conflictive.
Oceans have waves.
People have pain.
All the same, never change.
I know.
I know.
but Who am I to speak?

Slow Down, darling.

Wait.
Wait.
Wait for me, and my purity.
I have changed, cant you see?
Your insane.
Show me chaos, I want a thrill.
My teeth hit your teeth.
normal, I know.
My sickness is yours.
Your sickness is his.
whore.
but who am I to speak?

Turning Point

This is turning into a love letter
Days and days of passion
Breath.
Breath.
Emotion that has layers.
Unheard of.
Right?
Again, and again.
How can I turn this down?
Take me in.
Love me.
Please.
but who am I to speak?

Reactions.

Distractions.
I view you you differently in a daze
Someone I cant explain
Deformed in the most gorgeous way
Let me dream
Let me daze
This is meant for you
I am meant for you
Read this with hope...
I love you
I barley know you
I love you
but who am I to speak?

Chase Me.

I should sail away.
It sounds nice doesnt it?
Not actually sailing away, but the phrase " I should sail away".
I dont know what to make of that, its expressing so many emotions.
I may sound crazy, yes?
Just look at it as me saying, " I feel like I could find passion in this
society by being away from it"
In other words, is this hell a wanted home?
A place that seems so horrible then when we escape, we're empty.
but who am I to speak?

I can be.

Hesitation.
Let me awash with blues,
stain me clean.
Ocean blue will do just fine.
I will not argue, honestly.
Gladly giving, hatefully taken.
Take me.
Drown me, I want to experiment.
The light looks so welcoming,
safety feels so far.
but who am I speak?

Love To Be, Yes Most Certainly

I need space, time to express.
Leave me be, but let me die.
Erase me.
Let me be the Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
If you understand.
yes, please.
Save this moment for a prince charming.
I'm not worthy, we're not worthy.
but who am I to speak?

Family Values

Charles Manson.
Struck deep with ambition.
Is he at fault?
wrong.
he is human.

The deepest always fall the furthest.
Myself in these shoes seems so easy.
but wouldnt that be true for anyone.
We are all at fault.
but who am I speak?

dry cut.

Lust.
What is this life you speak of?
Give me a reason to love.
Give me a reason for the lost.
Not for me, but them.
for them.
for them.
This is love.
This is lost.
Turn this into dirty, shady, wrong.
no, I am pure.
but who am i to speak?

There goes my life

Beg me.
Plead for peace.
Change this scene, Im at fault.
I give you my deepest apologies.
Yes, Apologies.
I fall down too often and rise too quick.
Lay with me, look at the darkness.
Take a peak.
Yes, a peak.
but who am I to speak?

...

Starvation.
Hunger for materialistic things
Hunger for pride, for power
To be content is the equivalent to being wrong
To have ambition, to have goals is thought of as wrong
Who have I become?
I have become society
I have become social acceptance,
but who am I to speak?

Admiration

Ive sold my admiration to the lost
It seems my taste to admire has ceased
Use to you see, role models fueled my everyday life
Made me who I was, and wanted to be
Elders have always told me that with age comes wisdom
With my age, Ive began to lose sight in admiration
Ive lost my fuel to admire,
but who am I to speak?