Monday, March 18, 2013

Superman

--- 11-20-12

Superman, come rescue me
A hero, just the thing I need
The villains hurt and capture me
If you help, I know they'll leave

Superman, I need you here
Your mantra, stating, "Never fear!"
Behind the cape, I see you clear
A man I know I could hold dear

Superman, come save the day
Everyone else can go away
Just let me be your Lois Lane
Fly to me, and please just stay

Distress

--- 11-20-12

Can you imagine my distrust
Of you when my dreams are turned to dust
By you
A future that you try to crush in two

And I can hear the words you say
For I know the stupid games you play
'Cuz I have seen so many act this way
Like you

It's not refined, undignified
Internalized by your design
Uncultured, like the muddy swine
Words you bind and patronize

My successes bring your hate
A distress that you create
I'm the best that I can be
My life springs your jealousy

I try to make it all okay
And try for you to see this thing my way
I try, but it's not gonna be okay
It's not gonna
It's not gonna
It's not gonna be

Okay, I've won, I've had it done
So run before you can confront
You're playing with a loaded gun
Shield your eyes before my sun!

My successes bring your hate
A distress that you create

Blood Rush

Poison
Your lips like venom on mine
Hunger
In every movement you made
Passion
I swear, it was a sign that
I was
The worst kind of crazed

And I
Threw myself into this
Chaos
Because the pain gets me high
And you
Carved your name into my soul
It was bliss
No other rush like this

Make me your punching bag and
Take everything I have
Anything to be strangled in your arms
My beautiful love of harm

Lovestruck
I lost my mind in the mix
Turmoil
Where have you been since the last
Time I
Lost myself in your sweet little fix
You've been running these tricks

Make me your punching bag and
Take everything I have
Anything to be strangled in your arms
My beautiful love of harm

Tell them that I was warned
When I'm bruised up and torn
Lying limp on the ground
Don't let me make a sound
Slit my throat, break my bones
Just don't leave me alone
You are all that I need
I've succumbed to my greed

Make me your punching bag and
Take everything I have
Anything to be strangled in your arms
My beautiful love of harm

It was bliss
No other rush like this...

Hell Fire

Pretty girl
With that curly long hair
And a wide smile
That hides down at
The ground as she walks

Sweet girl
With a hidden trap
And a secret instinct
That ensnares her
Every movement

Delicious poison
Hindering her dreams
And victimizing her
Future that longs
For brightness

And a beautiful blade
Aching for a kiss
Against taut skin
A blade that deserves
The flames of hell

Riddle Me Not

---- 11-20-12

Riddle me this
Or riddle me not
'Tis my time to shine
Or my time to rot
You open your mouth
And those words you have got
Ensnare me, trap me
Blast it- I'm caught!

Riddle me this
Or riddle me not
So many chances
I've taken a lot
And this is just one
More wonderful shot
Whether you tell me a riddle
Or riddle me not

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Understand Me

Look me in the eyes and judge me
Because he tells me that he loves me
I'm sorry that it makes me happy
And captures me because I'm sappy

Tell me that you think I'm crazy
Because I blush when he calls me 'baby'
I'm sorry that he drives me mad
And is the best thing I can't have

Understand me and my ways
The way I've missed his warmth for days
I'm sorry that I want him with me
Even though we cannot be

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Overview

Hey, all. It's Zia here. Just thought I'd give my evaluation of the last year. And I'm not going to lie, it has been rough. I'm in my senior year of high school. That in itself is crazy. I am a section leader, a soloist, and example in the marching band. I am the Tri-M president of my school. And yet, something is still missing. I feel I have been missing my purpose, straying from my path. My work comes slowly lately. And I feel alone. Ripped apart, and ever so lonely for romantic companionship. I miss him. I miss him more than he knows. Other than the loneliness, I have been good. Alive. Well. Happy. Let us define hurt and defy it for another year, shall we?