₩ake me up.

₩ake me up,
Before you speak,
Your words so soft,
They make me weak,

I feel no pain,
When you are near,
Three words is all,
I need to hear,

Like candy they fall,
From your cherry lips,
Words that make me sway,
Just like your dangerous hips,

I crave to hold your hand,
I'd bleed to feel your touch,
The senses you arouse,
Could never be too much,

Won't you hold me close,
Together we will burn,
Set the world alight,
So much for us to learn,

But never will we part,
Or go our seperate ways,
Your part of me for life,
In my heart you'll always stay.

Written in about 10 minutes all up. Finished it at 0113am 30/11/2009. Just started with the weird ₩ symbol for the letter W when I accidently hit the button that opens that key set. No idea what key it was at the time. LOL. Have worked out it's the SYM key on my hiptop left of the Z key. I was going to write a geek parody thing and then ended up with this, oh well. Maybe next time.

Not about anyone, just a vision of what might be if I found the right Woman.

Pathos

Trajectory Earth.

I don't want to write stuff,
That's been done before,
See the copied pages,
Tossed upon the floor,

I want to write things that move me,
That show people a better way,
Instead of the day to day bullshit,
The constant state of decay,

I feel there could be so much more,
If only we could find our way out,
But nothing ever seems to get done,
Politicians just continue to scream and shout,

Never doing something right the first time,
Always fixing the last ones mistake,
How many times have we seen this shit,
How many more times will it take,

For just one person to stand tall,
Say what has to be done,
Force the world to listen,
Without the need of a gun,

Is it even possible for this to happen,
To ever become real,
As the world slips into a coma,
So it doesn't have to feel,

The pain as we continue to rape it,
And strip it till it's bare,
Do humans really have a concience,
Do we really fucking care?,

Is there any bloody hope left,
For the mighty race of man,
I think it not too likely,
I think we've failed this plan,

But mayby those who read this,
Will someday prove me wrong,
I hope they do or else we'll hear,
The echo of the final gong,

So prove me wrong I dare you,
It's in your name I make this plea,
Stop wrecking the world you live in,
Or you'll never be able to live free.

Written from 0253 to 0308 am on 02/11/2009.


I would have had this on here the night I wrote it, but my HipTop2 seems to have shit itself when it comes to Java and it won't work thescripts on this website anymore :-(


Pathos.