Stardust

Into the sky we go, where dreams are as common as cracks on the road.
We will walk and laugh and dance until we lose ourselves.
Like a midnight beach without the moonlight
We have to feel just to survive.
We are not them anymore.
We were always better.
We were the lights.
We were the stars.
We were bright.
We still are.
We will be
forever
again
you
me
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A Man Dissevers Everything

A simple embrace. A sacred face.
A touch that marks the end of tears.
A moonlight slow dance. A star bound romance.
We blink our eyes and it all disappears.
Just push me away. Sacrifice the day.
Your lies are no longer sweet to me.
A moonlit shadow. Promises, hollow.
Memories are obsolete to me.
All your pretty perfume letters
burn up fast like your loyalty.
The only thing you were faithful to
was your commitment to destroying me.
I feel replaced. Spit in my face.
I used to feel perfect next to you.
You had your reasons. Leave me in pieces.
I just didn't expect you to.
Smiles captured. Forgotten raptures.
The shutterspeed was too quick to save us.
Tears and laughs. Faded photographs.
I misplaced the negatives they gave us.
Disturbing dreams. Return these screams.
Every night another blade in my back.
Forever in the dark. You sever our hearts.
We close our eyes and softly fade to black.

Kerosene Dreams

They say we're born to be lost souls and mask their hate with pity in their eyes.
They blame it all on broken homes, but they just watch us burning alive
...they never expected us to survive.

I hope every assumption was worth it. We fought for our lives and made it through.
Don't run away from your burdens. You left us behind so broken and abused
...now we're strong enough to come after you.

Children who never forget become the men who never forgive.
We were young, helpless, and hopeless, but we've grown heartless and ready to give
...back to those who left so soon
...back to those who didn't care
Vengeful hearts despise the fake.
So give me an honest reason why someone like you should be spared.

They sold us their kerosene dreams and told us innocence was overrated.
Take these match sticks and be set free. Hearts only make things complicated
...the only escape is to incinerate it.

You set us up to be executed. But we'll cut that smile off your face.
Don't run away from what you ruined. You left us breathing in our shallow graves
...now we're strong enough to make you pay.

We're lost souls. We never forget. I remember. I will not forgive.
We were torn when you left us for dead. But now I'm darker and ready to live
...for all those who let me down
...for all those who left me there
My mercy died along with my heart.
There's nothing you can do or say to make me forget you were never there.

Mercy Takes Malice

Take me away from all I've known
a heart on fire trapt in stone
Let these walls disintegrate
force it to incinerate
and burn my sorrow to ashes

In your eyes I find my solace
Love is mercy when life is malice
turn this chaos upside-down
watch it all go crashing down
and find me in the disaster

I hate you for understanding
I hate you because you're clueless
I hate you and all you love
because it makes me feel so useless.
Your blind faith makes me sick
your smile is a waste of time
you're the reason I finish nothing
because I think of you and fall behind.

Here and now I find my place
your liar mouth, your angel face.
Bury me before this fades
you have all my strengths in spades
to tuck me gently in my grave.

I can't go on this way
you always seem to make me wait
Just another waste of time
just another thing to hate.

I hate you for all my flaws
I hate you because I'm wrong
I hate truth and how it burns
because I could never hate you at all.

Halos, Hearts, and Hand Grenades

Baby, your love is a loaded gun and every good-bye is a bullet fired
point blank and laser guided,
my heart is hard and razor wired
But you still hit your mark.
Is this all you need me for
just another target heart
just another dark new day
trade common sense for love and hate
Am I the absolution you were looking for
for the pictures that fade
where the bodies were laid
and for all those stubborn hearts
that never ever change.
So hold me close enough to know
my world will end if you let go
close enough to say hello
and let that trigger go
Say my name unafraid
I'm not going down this way
your heart is not my grave
A broken stone right by the gate
A lonely rose dropped in the rain
I'm not your victim tonight, my love.
Is that what you wanted me to say
or is history not good enough
to rip you from that grace
that undeserved sense of faith
to roll around in ancient stains.
Halos, hearts, and hand grenades,
We all end up the same.

Looking for Amanda Kill (Official Trailer)

Hurdle the Dead

I don't break hearts. It's the memories I collect.
Gone but not forgotten, defined in retrospect.
Smiles and tears, hopes and dreams.
Moments unravel like stitches to a seam.
Picture perfect pleasantries.
Silly scrapbook tendencies.
We record the world and memorize the faces.
Trapped inside a diary, we wither like the pages.
History leaves our hearts in utter disarray.
And as we fall apart, we cling to what remains.
We worship the past, we honor the stains.
We sacrifice logic to recreate the pain.
Just a simple emotion, a first love once again.
Never really move on. Never hurdle the dead.
Never let go. It's impossible to forget.
Because the magic we had will never be a regret.
We divide our hearts in the shape of love.
But now our passion falls short and its not enough.
Can't return to neverland if only you believe.
The flight of our hearts is a distant memory.
In the back of my mind I feel every emotion again.
Swimming and spinning before the emptiness began.
So I say to you hearts, pure and passionate.
We are made of scars, we are made to forget.
But before the light of our eyes falls to shadow and sorrow
Light up the night with bright dreams of tomorrow.
If I based my life on the person I once was,
I would have never discovered the man that I've become.

Echoes in the Emptiness

The violin will scream songs of your demise
Gracefully alluding to thoughts of another time.
This wicked wonderland lullaby
Say good night one last time.
When all the tears refuse to dry
Painfully eluding the truth behind the lies
This frigid fragile kiss good night
I would die to forget your eyes.

I don't believe this is the last of all my dreams
though it seems to remain unseen.
I can't believe this is the only way to bleed
but I'm certain I've came to be...
empty.

I try to memorize all my words
Piercing their meaning into the walls of my heart
Another poem with another verse
Say you'll fall for me. Say you'll fall apart.
Impossible to compromise.
Hearing all the sounds without a syllable spoken
You were always the music of the night.
But tonight your notes fall upon the broken.

And if this song plays to the end of me
though it seems to remain unseen.
And if these words destroy your dreams
you will know what it is to be empty...
just like me.

Survive

Painful sacrifices that I make
Stubborn little vices never break
Filthy disguises at my wake
It's of no surprise that you're all fake
I can see the truth left in your eyes
Put to death by all your simple lies
Just another ruse that was misplaced
Meant to substitute for your disgrace

Say another word but rhyme this time
Just another flirt with compromise
Tell me I'm the one who's always wrong
Then I'll say I knew it all along
Deep inside a face that I despise
Sleep inside a grave to clear my mind
Another blink away from sacrifice
Another window painted black as night

Cry another tear in the name of hate
While another fear gives birth to fate
Wicked little scars resemble pride
I want more than you could ever provide

Taken by force in the dead of night
Drifting off course but I can still fight
Lost in the chamber of another tragedy
Waiting for the trigger to set me free

All the worthless words I never thought I'd say
Hopeless and discouraged, I walk away
Each step is an eternal way to say
I'll never learn how to survive this way.

A Letter to My Reflection

Dear Mirror,

Fuck you and everything you believe in. All this confidence, all this ambition, all this momentum, all for nothing. How can I believe in you when no one believes in me? Truth, faith, and commitment are nothing but the diluted components of pseudo-security. Careful now, reflection. Remember, you're just an image. Everyone sees you; everyone loves you: the success story, the glamor, the pretty shell that covers the chaos. That's all you are--a costume, a mask, a glorified facade. But you have no substance. You are a worthless dream. I am the reality here--me and all my flaws. And when I'm judged, labeled, or frowned upon, you always disappear. When the truth approaches, you flee. You leave me to my scars like a wound without a bandage.

No one cares to look at you when the negatives come out. No one sees accomplishments anymore; all they see is failure. People never want the whole picture. They want the best or the worst. The pinnacle and the pit will always invoke the most attention, separately. Very few accept the entire story. Most just want the interesting chapters, the peaks and valleys of the roller coaster. But I can't live to please everyone anymore. I can't embrace a fabricated life. Your reign has been overthrown by truth my old friend. I used to see myself in you, but now there's only lies. You've led me down a path of falsity and pain. So, I bleed these words and cry these lines with no remorse for you. Oh mighty reflection, your power has run its course. Playing make-believe was fun. The popularity was exciting. The attention you received was amazing. I could have never done that alone. But it doesn't relent the fact that you are fake. You no longer have a place in my world. And if people like me less when you're gone, so be it.

From this point on, I will never call to you for support, search for your confident face, or attempt to catch a glimpse of what might have been. I used to split myself in two for you. But now, when I look into the mirror, I will see myself--my scars along with my successes, my pain along with my pride. I am a better person whole than divided. This world tramples the weak, and I am so much stronger without you. Never show your ugly face again. You no longer exist.

Sean Williams

Proceed Without Caution

Some clown tattoos and a little heavy metal
Loud mouth with a heart that never settles
Down to earth, but on another level
Unlike most, I wear my scars like medals.
I take the parts I lose and stitch them to my sleeve.
Beaten and bruised, but these are memories.
These are my core, my reason to breathe.
To remind me how I triumphed over threats of defeat.
Regret's a disease. I forget them with ease.
Life is just a race now and I'm taking the lead.
I hurdle the weak and trample the strong.
I heard all their screams but I have to move on.
Abandon my caution, my fear, and my care.
Life is too short to hope for shit that ain't there.
I can't suspend my ambition for society's sake
I can't pretend to listen if the words are entirely fake.
I don't try to be great. I don't even want to be saved.
I'd rather be a dead individual than a popular slave.
I'll never be a copy or an acceptable face.
I am not appropriate enough to be considered okay.
I'm not a member or a client; I'm causing static for statistics.
Remember I'm defiant to your demographic shitlist.
And I spit fire so you should close your eyelids.
Unless you want to see the truth from a wicked ex-convict,
carry on pussies. Onto the next conflict.
You say we all have the right to remain silent.
But I choose my right to never stay quiet.

3 Minute Rant

Face it, you're basic. You will never be like me. Taste it, embrace it. Vindication is so sweet. Revenge is tough, but it isn't enough. I want victory wrapped in triumph and glory covered in blood. I choose metaphorical violence over allegorical silence. Like Vlad the impaler, I put bodies on sticks. I make the loudest statements without ever saying shit. I dine in the presence of victims and darkness, drink champagne with devil, but he's my next target. I've seen doom and terror, been through gloom and error. Seen every peak and valley in this human era. Lived like Jack and Sally but without the presents. This isn't Christmas; this is a motherfuckin' nightmare. It took a long time to discover that life doesn't fight fair. Been through the grinder, been through ringer, been punched, kicked and spat on, but kept my middle finger  up in the air, with no breath left to spare, with blood in mouth and teeth on the floor, I will never go down without asking for more. I watched my world come crashing down. So we ain't friends; you're all just ashes now. Nothing but a pile of mistakes and bad dreams. But I've risen with a smile, as devious as I can be. I represent the person that you wish could be. I add the 3rd dimension to everything 2D, I can't be understood because I'm just too deep. But let me go in depth for a minute real quick. If width equals strength and length equals drive, I am currently the largest motherfucker alive. - SW  

Autumn Falls

Age 10:
To the tune of amber rain, a soft song for the wind
She gathers her dreams in a plastic bag, knotted to keep them in
She mentions her father's words and her mother's helpful hints
"Don't be a dreamer your whole life" ... the world will always win.

Age 16:
Her eyes are full of promise, a skewed view of bravery
She lies until she's honest and believes wholeheartedly
She thinks she knows what awaits, passion or tragedy
But she doesn't see things as they are but how they ought to be.

Age 21:
She abandons all she knows, trades it for the sites
Leaving with one purpose, to leave the world behind
She loves the taste of fall and the sweet October glow
"Don't be a dreamer your whole life" ... what do they know?

Age 25:
At first, she takes in all the wonders, the pretty oohs and aahs.
Like Dorothy, before the witch, its her first glimpse of OZ
Bewildered and excited, she maintains her confidence
As sturdy as a house a cards, but sturdy nonetheless.

Age 30:
Confronted by the thoughts, these wicked little things
Fears and doubts and hollow mouths, why these bitter things
Where are all the trees, with their color changing leaves
"Don't be a dreamer your whole life" ... nothing is what it seems.

Age 40:
Autumn falls upon the clouds, a firestarter sky
She's all alone inside her head, a cell for hopes to die
She remembers when she used to dream for something new to see
Now she can only hope and wish for the way they used to be.

Age 60:
Chasing leaves and catching colds, an innocent endeavor
Trading dreams for days of old, impossible to measure
She speaks of her regrets and the biggest mistake she made
"Don't be a dreamer your whole life" ... reality never waits.