a rhymeless rant
 

if every time I spoke, people listened
I'd have nothing left to say.
My words would be empty and hollow.
The passion that ran threw me,
that once moved me..once consumed me..
.......................................... would run dry
I can't even wear my fucking heart on my sleeve..
because when i let it fall, i never attempted to catch it
the once eliptical design is now parallel to the surface of the earth
so i'm never discouraged knowing that people walk all over it.
Or is my lack of discouragment do to the fact that all my ideas
and dreams, have left my soul, headed to the moon,
and got stuck somewhere in our atmosphere
sometimes i use women to get me high enough to get them back
sometimes women arn't enough.
so, honestly..can you blame me for refusing to fold to my inhibitions?
the sacrafice of morals for something i never had for ever anyways,
is inevitablity.
am i selfish because i'm not greatful for what i once had, and hate The man who has given me all my gifts, because i allowed them to slip away?
Maybe i'm just a hypocrate, because as God's child...i have taken myself from him
and abused every aspect of the son of man that could possibly exist.
Beaten to a bloody pulp, it's no wonder i have nothing left but empty breath.

I guess what i'm trying to say is, is it a miracle i'm alive?
or is my life over because the inspiration evaporated when the sun set, into purple rain.

aight it didnt rhyme as the title stated, so I wont say anything about that, otherwise that maybe this should have gone in the poetry section instead because of that, thats if there even is a poetry section here on RV. but this piece seems like a christian writing about losing his faith or maybe falling into temptation and feeling guilty over it, not sure, it was a little all over the place, but its obvious you have alot of things going on in your mind, keep ranting man, its healthy, just get all that stuff off your chest, you sound like your smart and will find out how to do with all ya problems. stay up

if every time I spoke, people listened
I'd have nothing left to say.
My words would be empty and hollow.
The passion that ran threw me,
that once moved me..once consumed me..
.......................................... would run dry
I can't even wear my fucking heart on my sleeve..
because when i let it fall, i never attempted to catch it
the once eliptical design is now parallel to the surface of the earth
so i'm never discouraged knowing that people walk all over it.
Or is my lack of discouragment do to the fact that all my ideas
and dreams, have left my soul, headed to the moon,
and got stuck somewhere in our atmosphere
sometimes i use women to get me high enough to get them back
sometimes women arn't enough.
so, honestly..can you blame me for refusing to fold to my inhibitions?
the sacrafice of morals for something i never had for ever anyways,
is inevitablity.
am i selfish because i'm not greatful for what i once had, and hate The man who has given me all my gifts, because i allowed them to slip away?
Maybe i'm just a hypocrate, because as God's child...i have taken myself from him
and abused every aspect of the son of man that could possibly exist.
Beaten to a bloody pulp, it's no wonder i have nothing left but empty breath.

I guess what i'm trying to say is, is it a miracle i'm alive?
or is my life over because the inspiration evaporated when the sun set, into purple rain.


^^^^^^^^alright man, is this supposed to be a verse or maybe is it just poetry lol Well all i can say is there was emotion in there but in a very weird way, actully i really dident understand half of it lol.............Maybe you could explain yourself? well all in all keep droppin.......................

was actualy pretty good man............

do u actualy know who thoth is tho??

This is more of a poem in my eyes.

Moved.