The Death of Me

What it is, I cannot see.
nor figure out
for the life of me
I search and search
but nothing found
this emptiness
has made it’s rounds
I’m all alone
but I can’t breathe
I hear the shadows
from underneath
they call and call
aloud my name
I try to hid
but slow, they came
i run i run
towards the light
in hopes, to find
a keeping sight
i seek i seek
but nothing more
I’m blind, the light
was nevermore
they call and call
aloud my name
I run and hid
alone in pain
BUT NO! NO!
I SAY.
TO LIVE IN FRIGHT
IS NOT THE WAY
the death of me
is mine to take
to give the soul
a mind to wake
Let be, the taking
of my life, the door
to the Angels
and the lost Lenore.

- Yen Hoang
11/14/2010
12:26 am

what you can’t have.

you want what you can’t have

some days, you’re on your back

you can’t stand the things he lacks

you want what you can’t have

some days, you drive right off the track

you wander to the past

you wonder if it’d last

you want what you can’t have

some days, you say “I’m done with that”

I’ll leave, and won’t come back

why are your clothes still on the rack?

you want what you can’t have…

Life of Ease

As I lay at night I think to me
if I was not, what I would be
If my youth had gone like a breeze
Would I have grown a life of ease?

And would it be that the life of ease
not be the life that life should be?
But if it were the life to be,
Would I lay at night
And think to me?

One day, when I’m ready to love someone, I hope that person loves me a thousand times more.

Im just too different

My world excludes me
They say I’m too different
So they refused me
What I think? I think it’s polluted
With brainwashed morons
That say shit but dont do it
Fuck liberty and fuck sufferage
What have those politcal dictators
Ever done for us?
And don’t tell me justice
Because that shit doesn’t exist
It’s all in your head
All these fabricated lies
All these empty promises
They’re messing with you honey
They don’t need you
They just want your money
But Like I said my world is polluted
And I’m just too different
To have anything to do with it

You know what hurts the most?
When I trusted you and you do nothing but disappoint me.
Every fucking time.
I’m moving out bitch.
Don’t fucking touch me.
Don’t talk to me.
Don’t even fucking look at me.
I’ve been through hell and back
I’m done with your crap.
Bye.

lets pretend…

that i wasn’t me
and the person that you knew never existed
and that 7 years of your life
weren’t wasted on hopes and wishes
let’s pretend
that you weren’t you
and that person I knew ceased to exist
and during that 7 years of my life
I followed my bliss
but who am i kidding
pretending it never happened
only makes shit worst
it only makes me a coward
only makes shit hurt
but I can’t face the facts
what’s the truth ever going to get me?
those seven years back?
you’ve danced with the devil
you’re gone with the dust
so pretending you never existed
is the best thing that’s ever happened to us.