This Is Personal.

This is no longer about the people around me your hurting.
This isn't about you making these people cry.
This is certainly not about you never shutting your damn mouth.
No, this is personal.


This is about talking to me with your disrespectful crap.
This is about me, becoming absolutely fed up with your high and mighty tomfoolery.
This is me saying your cynical idiocy, is debilitating. 
This, is personal.


Your terrible inconsistencies between version 1 and version 2 of stories are just down right confusing.
Your constant yelling at everything and anything is useless. We don't take you serious anymore.
If you want your words to mean something you need to slow the hell down! Think you imbecile.
This is personal.


I don't think I need to explain to you how little I care for you.
I don't need to explain to you that I'm tired of seeing you; hearing you, and don't forget smelling you.
I most certainly don't need to explain to you my detester for you.
This is personal.


You need to stop thinking you have any control over me.
You need to stop thinking your opinion matters.
You need to stop thinking you have importance.
This is personal.


This is no longer about your expendable life.
No, this is about me wanting you gone.
Your absence would be very much appreciated.
I don't think I should have to tell you again.
You need to stop thinking anyone needs you.
This is personal.

War

Chaos,
A bomb is no longer out of place in this destruction.
Piercing yells, horrifying bullets flying towards you.
Can they even remember what it's about?
Blatant disregard,
Do they realize we're here too?
No winner.
It's becoming a waste of every ones time.
Prelude to depression,
Why do you need to win?
It won't make you feel better.
Just the opposite.
Dysfunctional bullcrap 
For some reason I stay quiet.
It's nothing like me.
Something just makes me sit there.
It's like I'm being mocked by my own soul.
The world around seems to be rotting like an old apple.
Things seem to be different from before.
life became cold
You can see the earth turning to mold.
It's time to restore the old.

Time is running out.
We need to stop immediately.
While I'm still here.
Won't be much longer.
But, If it stays like this,
I may not come back again
Sometimes I feel like when I try,
 I'm hit with a freight train.
Who wants to come back to that?
Where you constantly feel like scat.
Sometimes even without reason.
Desperate need of change.
Before I move out of range.
I don't want to be in chains.
Be stuck outside, as it rains.
Normally I love the rain.
But just the idea of that ridiculous cliche,
gets on my nerves.
We're beginning to take a curve;  no time to stop.
Our life depends on this cliche not happening.
The world is deteriorating,
Not of global warming.
But from something that makes real sense.
Anger,.
War,
Things never described as a folk lore.

Try Later

Late Nights,
Strong coffee,
Extraordinary heights.
Thinking just of me.
Preposterous walls
Long detour,
Heavy halls
See myself down to the core,
Running,
Writing,
Thinking,
Enigmas.
Incognito,
Disappearing to dust,
Sort of like Bushido.
Iron turning to rust.
Cognizance.
Who knows what that means?
Life put on clearance.
Falling apart like your seams.
Fixable?
Maybe,
Man is unreliable
Try again later.

Island

I know of an island,
An island where ships nor planes could ever find,
It can take many shapes from a desert to Iceland.
The people could be evil or quite kind.
This island is one of a kind.


You want to set something aflame?
This is your time, 
No need for shame.
You like money?
everything you could want even that house made of honey.
Pirates monkeys and bombs,
How do you feel about ping pong?


A boy thought to himself: "Sounds like a blast, this island!
The one where no ship nor plane could find,
It could be like a desert or Iceland.
The people won't be evil, I like the kind.
but if no plane nor ship can spot it, how could I? 
Unless of course it shined."


Well that's the beauty of it!
A plane or ship might not see it but the island is still a hit!
So there must be another way!
Because I go there just about everyday!
I swim with the megalodons,
Gosh! nothing could go wrong!


""Yes!" The boy said. "Where is this amazing island
The one no plane or ship could find?
The one I've decided shouldn't be a desert but instead like Iceland!
The one with no evil! Just the kind."


You try to look when you shouldn't,
You could find it even if you're blind!
The island where I go to concerts every night to see Nirvana play!
I bet you'd like to know the way!
The island where I can watch Pearl Jam.
Damn this island is a slam!


The boy said again, "Yes! What a beautiful island!
Please where is it? the one hidden from every plane and ship but not from the blind.
Where you can feel the beautiful green of Iceland.
Where I would like no evil make sure to leave the kind."


Well my friend.
Your look has come to an end!
You can stop looking for the beautiful green and all the kind.
This island is your creative mind.