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Freedom Isnt Free

Freedom Isn't Free I watched the flag pass by one day. It fluttered in the breeze A young soldier saluted it, and then He stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers' tears? How many Pilots' planes shot down? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No Freedom isn't free I heard the sound of taps one night, When everything was still. I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That taps had meant "Amen" When a flag had draped a coffin of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard at the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington..... No -- Freedom isn't free!!

Too Cold-- To alone

These things I once All shamed

These things I Tried to hold still

I kept telling myself just on more pill

I did it to relsease I did it to relax

all the while Making you feel alright an

Convinceing you I was fine


The only thing I wanted was for you to hold me tighht
I tired to show you the best I knew how
Of the many things that troubled me now.

Not knowing what is right, Not knowing If Ill make it untill dawn light.

Sitting their cold as steel-- I plead with you just one more pill.

My hands so shaky an so cold- All the things I never wanted to know.

I just wanted to feel out of this hole.

Shaky My hands graps so cold what is left of this razor I hold. All I know is I feel so alone.


I just want you to know-- no matter what You will always have a hold. On my heart
That is all to cold.

To cold to hear
To cold to care
To cold to even really know who's their.
To cold to leave
But to cold to cave
When will they dig my Grave?

My hands that were once shaky an pale are now
coverd in blood that I made myself shed.

The blood that is shed is for you
Why wont you just be true.
The blood that is bleed
Is blood that is dead.

Dead to the soul an dead to me
For your love was never in red you see.

It was never true it was never you.
All you wanted was my naked flesh next to you.
all you wanted was never ending extacy.

So I done I'm tired of playing
I'm tired of Feeling oh so mistaken
I'm tied of never beeing enough
an I'm tired of all that you have made me now -hush.

So my Shaky hands are on Razors of gold an I want you to grab ahold.

Help me finish, Help me die, Help me leave this world of lies.
Help me into the light, An help me out of this fright, An please
help me say, my final good byes tonight.

Rising Quiet Storm

Tears slowly form, and run down my pain sighted eyes
Ashamed of what I've become
Ashamed of my
life
Hurting something terrible
close to the edge
my only relief would be if i were dead
stuck and confused
not knowing if the things you say are true
i trusted you with my life
i trusted you with my heart
and now you laugh as you slowly rip it apart
Feeling the rip long after the tear
i look at my life, and realize it's not fair
a young black soul
standing alone
looking lost
looking cold
no arms to keep me warm
rising up into a quiet storm

Brun

Are you gonna be a gambler and deal
Are you gonna be a doctor and heal
Or go to heaven and touch God's face
Are you gonna be a dreamer who sleeps
Are you gonna be a sinner who weeps
Or an angel under grace

I'll lay down on your bed of coals
Offer up my heart and soul. . . .
But in return. . .

I want you to burn
Burn for me
Like a candle in my night

Laugh for me, cry for me
Pray for me, fly for me
Live for me, die for me

Burn for me. . .

Broken Dreams

Drowning in a darkness
Of deep despair
Believing the lies I hear
And seeing truths not there

See the rays of sunlight
They shine upon your scars
Reaching for that broken smile
Among the hidden stars

Hearing the tear drops
Falling from your eyes
Believe my hidden secrets
And tell my stolen lies

Bring me to the surface
Give me air to breathe
Let me see the sorrow
Upon my broken dreams

Just A Con.

Lying in a darkened room,
Beside you in my bed,
Sweet whispers in my ear
Fill my empty head.
Hold me in your arms, I plead,
For without you, I'd be dead.

Kiss me softly on the mouth,
Touch my naked skin.
Feel my body against yours,
Caress the heat within.
Now that we are all alone,
It's time for us to sin.

With your hands in mine,
And your weight on top of me,
I writhe and I moan,
My body like a sea.
I wonder in the darkness,
Are those stars that I see?

Unwinding from my pleasured haze,
I turn the lights back on.
A stranger dozes next to me,
The man I know is gone.
The tender love that we made
Was no more than just a con.

She’s crying, she’s breaking, she’s lying, she’s faking,
she’s hated & taunted
she’s wanted & flaunted
she’s a puppet on a string,
an angel without a wing,
she’s every girl you want her to be
but she only wants her self esteem

The Flowers I gave you have died, been lost, and thrown away, just like me!

Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve gained, all means nothing now, a mere breath gone to waist

Why am I depressed? Why do I like being alone? Because of all the pain you put me through

And If I die, Maybe then you would notice me

I’m so tired of pretending everything is ok, my tears are starting to show, and my smile is fading away

I wish I was as invisible as you make me feel

Don’t say you love me, unless you really mean it, because i might do something crazy like go off and believe it

Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading…

Smiles are no more than empty love

Feel my pain, hear my screams, And watch me fade

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal, sometimes you can’t always see, the pain someone feels

A girl who is too sad to give a fu*k

Lost in a world, full of hate

Pain doesn’t hurt, when its all you’ve ever felt

Sick of crying, tired of trying, yeah I’m smiling, but inside I’m dying

Trapped inside the thing called life

Suicide is pailess, its only life that hurts

You told me not to talk to you, so I told myself not to cry, but not talking to you for days, just makes me wanna die

I loved you… but obviously, my love wasnt enough…. it never was….

She is so scared to get close to anyone, because everyone that ever said “I’ll be there” has left her

No love…. There is no love

Black is the new white, Emo is the new prep, and Death is the new life

The wounds will heal, the pain will subside, and the scars will go away that I’ve tried so hard to hide. But the memories will never leave, and the proof will always show, the lines upon my face, will tell you all you need to know

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