Beholder

I try my hardest, I still do my best, I always will, I’m so god damn strong. To push myself further, I really need some rest. I smile and I’m happy, but still, the days at work are far too long.

I don’t work for the fun, I have a much deeper reason, although it’s nice in the sun, it’s a hot fucking season.

Every day I charge on, take on board everything I know. There’s so much around me, every choice I make can be right or wrong. Making big steps, is like leaping to the snow. You can only go further, moving forward, more powerful than singing a song.

Dear God Part 2

Question one, is the pain really worth it, in the end, what is the end, see, you make it so much harder. This girl has no money to spend, I aint rich do I even know my worth. Am I just a slut, do I really have to give birth, family’s all that matters, here we are, in pain, we all still suffer, there’s too much evil on this earth. Thank you for the beauty, there’s still so much good, although I find it hard, makes it harder, I’m so misunderstood.

God, oh God, I still need your guidance, you put me here, is there a reason, I still hold on, I live on for you. Why don’t we swap shoes, I’ll be God, you try being me, I doubt you would last, unlucky for you, it’s the worst god damn view. You’ve given me the world, every living creature too. I am so grateful, but things go wrong, and nothings ever new.

Question number two, what the hell is going on, these boys and girls, do they even know what to do. I’m sorry to be so rude, just sick of trying to get through, to who? I don’t even know you. I’ve always cared for others, is love really ever true? I guess what I’d like to know, are we to you, just animals in a zoo. Whenever I’m nice I just get hurt, you would know, do you feel this shit too?

God oh God, of course I’ll go on, I’ll live by your teachings, and I’ll shine like the sun. I’ll smile and I’ll laugh, I want to have fun. Just help me get through this, in the end when I’m done, it would feel so good, just to say I won.

Amen

– Laura Josephine Burchill

Bitch power

When the going gets tough, I’ll use my bitch power.
Don’t get too scared, I mean no harm.
Unless you played me rough, I’ll turn that shit sour.
You’ll see another side of me, but still, I’m a charm.

If you love me, that’s great! really good news.
I’ll love you too, until you take advantage and use.
If you hate me even better! Don’t wanna hear your excuse.
I can hate you too, I couldn’t refuse.

Don’ tell me you care, even if you do, it doesn’t mean shit, not even to you.
Speak a lil louder, then you’ll get through, line up boys, there’s already a queue.
Cheeky boys just don’t see my view, I’m a girl, You’re a boy, who would have knew.
Silly girls, they just can’t choose, but it takes some getting used too.

Give me some respect, we’re on the right track .
Don’t stop there, the effort, you still won’t show.
Give me a good reason to take that all back.
If your sneaky, too bad, I always just know.

If you wanna smack, come on, bitch attack.
You aint got shit to throw, but let’s give em a good show.
Now mate, I hope your happy, any chance you have, you always just blow.

-Laura Burchill

Simply special stuff

We are all on a journey with a focus.
Your life starts with you, now make your life good.

You’ll have your concerns.
You may even feel hopeless.

Don’t stop there, start to smile, you really should.
I bet, you forgot you could.
The world around you is being misunderstood.

Earth still goes around and the stars still like to sparkle.
Waves will still splash, it’s all there for you, now just enjoy.

Don’t be down, don’t be sad.
We all do really care, but it starts to annoy.

The ‘you know it’ effect, trust your gut, and stay true to yourself.
If you know you need help get yourself checked.
Earn the respect, then be happy as oneself.

Life goes on.
Keep your head up high.

We are lucky to be alive, you know…
Anyone could die.

-Laura Burchill-

DEFINE LOVE

I’ll start with a nice easy question,
what is love?

I’ll write for you, my life’s confession,
didn’t we learn in school to not push and shove?

Drugs every day with a loving sex session,
wake the fuck up and rise high above.

Scary things are real, even possession, the devil loves hate and anger,
just what I’m fucking sick of.

Loving can never be your profession,
love is a type of obsession.

Love is an emotion that feels good and hurts more.
Everyone loves different to the rest.

If you love sex, you’re far from a whore,
but your attitude problem, you think you’re the best.

You live and learn from every experience,
with every other being on earth.

Intimacy is beloved by being mysterious,
affection is caring, and makes up your worth.

I’m sorry to say, you can’t claim another as your own.
If it’s really meant to be, then lucky you, keep them close to your heart.

Expressions are extremely vocal, true emotions are always shown.
Bullseye boys, put in the effort, you need to do your part.

Some girls should be ashamed, it’s not to late to change your silly ways.
Good shit, easy life, if your lover can stay tamed.
Love isn’t easy, drains away my happy days.

Dear God

Question one, now this one aint fun, but I need to know, yo, why the drugs?
Did you get bored of love? tell me.
Just wanted to give the world a shove, but instead turned beauty into scum.
Have innocent kids all taxing from their Mum. Then comes addiction, which aint no science fiction, but if there’s drugs in the picture, then you have my attendance, not for company, but my body depends on it…

I’m fucked, which brings me to you, Mr God. Help me please before I lose the plot. Dear God, tell me, are ya really here? Cause I need your help, I aint thinking clear. Can you listen up, while I put some questions to ya ear? Mr God, I need you man, I’ve been living in fear.

Question two, Mr God, now this ones for you and it’s coming straight from the heart, so please be true. This ones about love and why we feel it all the time. For it to feel like such a crime. Just to spend a little time, with the lover of your life. Take them out, kiss em all the time, take them home, maybe even spend the night. But the thought of being hurt, still gives you a fright. It’s hard but you have to fight. If your loves not a lie, then you can’t let it die. If it dies, then your both left broken inside.

Thinking of the drugs and how it felt to be high, but I guess that’s what you wanted.
God no more you and I.

– Wonderful words from Jake Robert Moore