WaffleWrath

                                                  The Life and Times of Me as a Seventh Grader Just when you think things cant get worse, it does. Just when you feel like things can't get any harder, it always does. Just when you think you can finally handle things, you cry. No one properly welcomed us, but Welcome to life. It's worth it. -- Billi Dallas                                                        Life is more than love and pleasure,                                                        We all came here to dig for treasure.                                                        If you want to play you gotta pay          

        Everyone means more than what they say and everything that's said and done it's all a loaded gun with a hairpin trigger just waiting to be pulled But where is it pointed? That's what's important Those who take the fall will bleed Sacrificial blood upon an alter, constructed of shattered dreams, those dreams belong to you, we will pay the price, buy your grace, we will bleed for your mistakes forgiving you, and forsaking ourselves In a way more subtle, death will come for you, and you will suffer, just as we do, for we are your future. We are a Monument Our innocence made into a Martyred Saint How ca

Conformity Masses put a plastic bag, over my head cover up the truth, before it's told Silence the word, with your hold and inject, your, pornography in this world of non-existence unwilling to believe, Unable to catch and unable to see all the butterflies were once so free Unbelieving masses! Reject compliance Free yourselves with open violence! And see the world as you want to see. Be free! Be free! Never be! Never be! Un-free! Un-free! Please, please! Can't you see? Lies, deceit, fallacies, Believe, believe, and you can be free! Can't you see? Your chained to the floor, you're pitiful and torn, They're hold

I was walking on a sidewalk in a big city, but no city found on earth. I was trying to comprehend life and everything about it that is unfathomable, when I passed a park. It was lush and green and all the fruit growing there seemed to be fresh and lush with Life. The were the basic park accommodations, a swing set, monkey bars, slides, tables, and a pavilion. I decided to enter the park and sit on the swings to think things through and maybe rest my mind with a little swinging. I didn't see her at first, but I saw her now. She sat upon a swing and swung slowly in little arcs She looked about six years old. She wore a white dress with little f

A boy sat silently around a small fire before him. Night was fast closing. The woods,  silent. Only the cackle of the fire broke it. He slowly flipped sticks into the fire. A small ember of hate was catching in his heart. He sat brooding. He sat feeding the fire.