Mr. Materialistic

Obsessed with success
You quit before you even have a chance to struggle
Always about the grind
Always working
But for what?
What do you want to succeed in?
It’s always about accomplishing something great
Conquering something or someONE
Being the greatest
Anything less you don’t even consider
Humility is not in your vocabulary
You are only dedicated to yourself
Only your terms and conditions
Never locked in
Doing things only for status and prominence
If cars and money were women you’d sleep with everyone of them
Diseased to the STD of greed
Mr. Materialistic

Savior

She fell in love with his purpose
Helping people
Saving lives
Making a difference
But he gave it up
He then felt he needed to save her
Putting it in her head that she’s in danger
He saw different facets of her
Thinking he needed to take her away from herself in order to be free
To be her own person
What he didn’t know…
He was the one that needed saving

Death to the Insane

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The definition
“Doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result”
She held her fingertips to her temple
Locked herself inside of herself
and pulled the trigger
Dreams and ambitions exploding
Painting the wall behind her
A little giggle
Because there never were any walls
But her remains paint the crime scene
Of the person who used to exist

Save Me Peter

Peter Pan where are you at?
And can you tell me how to get to Neverland?
Because, nowadays pixie dust is invisible interest rates
and whispered secrets is insurance
I want to be where you are0123e51f568a88951fb50c8d805d9c4e
Where work is play
And play is actually going away
Sure, the pirates and Indians don’t always see eye to eye
But at least they don’t kill each other over and over again without a reason why
In this realm the doctors are scam artists instead of the soul healers we need that try to cure sickness with a hug and a smile
Love is selective instead of equal for all
And not even your own friend will try to help you if your farther away than a mile

Peter Pan where are you at?

I’m ready to give up because without that pixie dust I’m about to fall flat

They Are Not Your World

d771a8d2347820dbdec7b06de8cbbf51The one you love shouldn’t be your world
Otherwise you don’t own yourself and you live on them
On their terms and their rotations
Let them be your moon and stars
They match you perfectly and are always by your side
They are the atmosphere you breathe
They bring light to your dark skies
They control your tides and reel you in
They change your seasons and are there while you go through all your stages in life
Even when they are what seems like light years away
You can still see them and feel their gravitational pull to you
Like constellations they have their own special names
You point them out to everyone you meet
You talk about them and tell people how they appeared in your skies
You tell others which parts of them shine the brightest and how they illuminate every part of you
They complete you
They are the shining aspect in your life making you beautiful inside and out