what do you depict in the sky?

what do you depict in the sky?
poetry, art, music or life?
thousands of feet high
who knows?
nothing would comply to reply to our question.
what do you depict in the sky?

In my eyes, i depict
i depict the man in the struggle
the addict
a spouses daily conflict
maybe not so daily
not words but pain he can inflict

i depict life
any color or any shape
life may come with happyness,
but happyness may come with rape
thats life
like rolling dice
our forefathers rolled snake eyes
thats why they cry
i see pain
what do you depict in the sky?

i depict widows watching their husbands leave for war
i see their tears in the clouds falling from afar
why do i see the rain?
because,i see pain in the sky
i see pain in the sky because these clouds are just a big miror
looking in the sky makes this pain seem a little clearer
i see the reflection of earth, through my eye
down their are where the real women cry
this is just what i see, a reflection of you.
a reflection of me, this is no lie
what do you depict in the sky?

battle scars

these words you read dont come from my fingers or my mind
they were born from the battle scars that collected over time
this isnt even a poem or a rhyme
my key board is made of blood and tears and thats fine
i wouldnt have cleaned up the mess even if i hadnt been so blind
but now my sight is back and better then ever
now i relize its red.
not bad weather
but blood
leaking through the ceilings by the ton
i looked up and i had to run
i ran like no other, ran like a chase
i knew i was running from the truth in the first place
how could i hide from it
the battle scars were engraved in my face

Hallucinations

Sometimes i feel as though i am having some sort of hallucination
my palms get sweaty and my heart starts racing
when you hear the word hallucination, you automatically think, drugs
but not in my situation
see these hallucinations come with a sober mind
for example, there was this one time when i got a hundred on my test
i was so excited
i studied all night i was so stressed
then out of the cornor of my ear
a womens voice i hear
"you have the wrong paper my dear"
fuck...
so i switched papers with him , his sliver of the tree
to find out i did even better then he did
a big ol 70
Hallucinations? possibly happening constintly
or maybe like that other time
when you said that you loved me
your speech hit me with such hospitality
see my hallucinations consist of me hearing what i want to hear
and seeing what i want to see
these glitchs in my mind keep me from grasping the conecpt of reality
the lies i repeal, i guess its a defense mechanism
to keep my head out of this cell, its kinda like somesort of mental communism
my head boxed in like a prison
but i cant help it
when im locked up its horrible
her face creeps in my mind, so lively and loveable
making me even in my own skin too uncomfortable
this box in my mind rips and tears
she dosnt help, she refuses to stop calling
telling me she loves me and cares?
fuck that, it cant be
im breaking out of this cell for good
ill finally be free
i have been living here for years, these walls used to make me happy
not anymore though, it's all to similar to hell
im escaping, her grip held me tight
but i finally slipped and fell
fell far,far on to my feet
one day you might find yourself in my situation
and wished you listned to the words that i speak
cause its not really a hallucinogenic battle
its only self defeat.

i see everything

my eyes are the sand laying bare to the wake
i have x-ray vision
i see who's real and who's fake
i comprehend what's to deep to see
i can tell whos locked up and whos free
just by the impressions they have on me
i see everything
i see the sun through the storm
i see who's got it together and who's been torn.
i even see the future, but i aint no god
people think im weird, i think their odd
whats the diffrence why does it matter
when i come around everyone scatters
i dont care anymore
this life is addicting
no one still really gets the fact that
i see everything

have you been there

are you from where i come from?
i come from a place where people smile all day
laughs are heard and put on display
while bodys drop from the sky and children play
everybodys fake smile are backed up with nothing to say
and when the kids jump in the puddles
only blood will spray
and the local post office is back up with valentines day cards
but on the inside are suicide notes stapled to human hearts
where i come from people would rather be behind bars
to hide their faces, not because they are ugly but to hide their scars
where i come from happiness is right down the road from the bar
but the people are to drunk to see its not that far