StarDate

Now with all of my heart, I wanna be with you, but
If you ain't happy with me, then you can just leave.
I ain't tryin to be, the reason, the caged bird can't sing.

Granted, with every advantage. 
If I want it I can have it.
Blastin' from planet to planet.
I've seen things you couldn't imagine.
From simple to complex.
Civilizations blossom and multiply.
Grow, and quit all to quick, but
I keep moving through all of it.
This scene seems, outta my schema.
I can't believe, I'm actually seeing,
all of the things, I have been seeing.
I don't hit the bars, I hit the stars.
Straight from the moon, and left at Mars.
The shadow cast, fast, and grew past
the last batch of gas mass.

I know I ain't tellin ya, what ya wanna hear.
Just pack your stuff, and go on, and get outta here.
I can't deal with your screams, there making me be,
the kind of person, that I don't wanna be.

The Conversation

I've been trying to avoid the conversation.
I can't be honest with myself.
Let alone truthful to you.
It's kind of complicated...
Honestly...
Really, I'm afraid of the conversation.
It's hard for me to write.
Let alone explain.
It's like...
I mean...
So, birthrates are up, and
Human's are a fungus destroying the Earth.
I barely even believe in love.
Let alone lead you on.
Just for...
I know...
Obviously, I'm walking around the issue.
Okay...
I've been hurt in the past, and
I've been hurt in the past, and
I know your not her, your not them.
Let alone...
It's just...
Easier to not start the conversation.

Fighting the Creek

Basically,
               I've managed to accomplish nothing.
no raps,
              no beats,
                             no words,
                                              no claps.
Nothing,
              but me and my pen.

Lost at sea,
                  fighting to swim.

Getting pulled in,
                          deeper,
                                       and deeper.

No molecule of oxygen.

Only the fluorescent light of life.
The hazy streams of lost dreams.
The broken laughter of happy memories.
Ears ringing, Soul sinking.
Exhausted and beat, but unwilling to admit defeat.
What's accomplished in moments, feels like years.
Feels like tears and tears, twisted in tangles.
Panic sets in.
It's getting harder to see.
I silently scream.
Scratch and claw, perpendicular to the creek.
Find the surface, break free, and gasp for life...

Escaping SunnyLand

The bugs crawl from the rug to the wall.
Some big and some small, they cover the ceiling.
They cover me, but I don't notice the feeling.
I'm struck with panic, I'm soaked with sweat,
but all of the insects, they seemed to have left.
This vision's a mess,
I relive the nightmare as I get dressed.
Shoes on my feet,
before I step out the door, I brush my teeth.
Look in the mirror, but I'm already too deep.
HELP! HELP!
can anybody hear me?
My words I can see, as they blow away in the breeze.
They seem so important to me, only I'm filled with uncertainty.
They think I don't see, but I see scenes to evil to speak.
Rain pours and covers the street.
Flows red, but instead is all in my head.
I smile, wave, and continue along on my way.
Nonchalantly going about the monotonies of my day.
Discouraged the sky starts to change.
Blades of gray begin to shift shades, disappear, and become clear.
My mind vanishes, then manages to reappear.
These colors just can't be real, I'm not even sure if I'm really here.
How's it going Ms. Ashley Tisdale, what brings you to my hell.
       "Why you of course, your remorse, has cause a stir of sorts.
             But your regret, is what I expect because, your not alive...
                   
                    Your...
                        
                                                 Your...
                                                         
                                                                          ...dead."