GOOD LUCK
They say what’s broken, is only open to be forever broke…
Though I sit and I hope, visualizing a clever antidote…
To soap and cleanse this fence, I been climbing all my life…
So if true these sights…let me be 1/3rd of the blind mice…
For the sights I’ve saw, appall, and surely shock & awe…
Damn man I’d love to sock it all, just sit back and withdraw…
But I sit drawn, for some days now…just split in two…
It’s almost like I’m high, it’s like something’s lifting you…
You feel lifted too? I’m high rising with a gap in the middle…
You ever feel like your life just been caught in the middle?
Fiddling away like the notes of an instrument, I’m sick of it…
Splitting with the flick of instruments, two sides departed…
I remember the day I was brought up, the day this all started…
I felt retarded…you know with all my parents staring…
All six-hundred and something, showing they caring…
Bout how I’m brought to life….that was thirteen years…
And today’s my birthday, I’m raining cement like tears..
See the fears is I’ma fall apart, so they taking precautions..
Last few days, I been hearing rumors I’m a lost kid…
And I think it’s true, cuz I’m starting to wonder not why, but who…
Who am I…my eyes search my mind but come empty solid..
Feels like the titanic been crawling, driving thru me on in…
Between my love and my hate, that’s searching to find face…
Wasted projection, saying claiming my life expectancy ran short..
I’m scared, it’s like dangling steel strings in me are about to abort..
And I’ma fall apart, and my heart will fall to a higher force…
As I see in the source of my past, the rage that played over me…
The accidents, the death that spontaneously happened randomly…
The pain just grabs at me, then I remember my fostered times..
See I haven’t seen all my parents since that night…
They cut the ribbon and I was pulled up into this world…
A pearly division, reaching for the heavens…
Was eleven when I started to feel parts of me breaking inside…
I was crumbling, or was I missing something too deep to find…
Today’s my birthday…yes I’m thirteen years old…
The winds flow the drift bellows upon me like an open window..
I’m cold, and I know I’ll never see them all again…
The sun downs, and the shadows over earth bend…
When I see nine-or-ten of my parents for the first time since..
I was entered into this world as the newest news event…
And they stand and they stare, and they sadly look on…
The smiles I once saw, turned grimace as they fixate on…
I want to reach and hug em, but the truth is I can’t move solely..
It’s always been that way, my parents babysitters controlled me..
Then lonely and still unknown of who I truly am…
I saw their pens scribble and they walked away once again…..
“Next Day on the Evening News”
“Folks it’s been a part of our daily routes, for thirteen years now…
How we took our children to school, how we got to work in town..
But now sadly it’s end has come, it’s demolition was today…
And so we say goodbye to the worlds largest drawbridge built to date…”
THE END
topics::::i combined these two in mine own way....i kinda twisted them but shit isn't that what creativity about? lol
you've been lost for the past few days, not because you dont where you are, but you dont know who you are, everything you ever held dear to you has been deleted from your life, can you find yourself again and move on, or will you just evaporate in the emptyness
you've been in a foster home all your life, 12 years to be exact, it's your 13th birthday, and your gift from society is your actual parents, how do you feel when you see them, knowing when you get home you find out you would've been better off at the foster home