Daylight and Nightlife: The Man all alone in his house of misery With nothing to do he sits alone at night Just waiting for somebody Somebody to bring him Joy or happiness But nobody comes to save him from his darkdays And as the sun come up There is nobody who can save him So to this day the lonely man He sits through the day and night For the one who brings the light. Gary Christison Window Window: Window as thee I look through thee and see what could be But i cant go I wish I could My Dearest Friend The Window You Shall be Forever mine My dearest of friends The Window Gary Christison Darkness within ones' Soul: Is there anybody who can save me Darkness he has my soul The Lonlieness has killed me Can anybody save me I scream for somebody, anybody to save me from this darkness that has befallen me I feel love, than its suddenly gone Like a blink of an eye The Love and Salvation is gone As my heart is deteriorating I'll scream out your name But please come soon Because its going fast. I love you Will these words allow you to help me I thought not Two Decisions one Choice What will you choose? Gary Christison Enter Night: The Light Slowly disappearing The Darkness ever closing in. Faster and Faster it goes. The Stars in the sky do not show this night Only cold,sheer darkness Is all you can see Can't you already tell that nobody's saving you. Thats why the light is fleeing It can't win Nothing can All you can do is sit there patiently And Just wait for it to get you. Because the light will never come back. For you. Girl: My one girl So lovely in everything she does. She loves me I love her One Perfect relationship Stand with me girl We'll make it work. My one girl. The Sadness: There was a man So sad wondering around this miserable world He goes around this lonely world Covered in Sadness He stops and finds There is no longer hope Sadness has took over his life. Love?: What is this, this word love it is the word we kid ourselves for believing we shall never find this feeling why do you even kid yourselves he or she doesnt love you she just wants you to believe So she can tear your heart apart stop while your ahead boy or she'll tear your heart apart Heed these words i tell you shall never find love because it does not exist So say your prayers to God He won't listen to you Because he has never found love even for himself He doesn't even love his own son Or even us,his children If he doesn't believe why should you Give Me Love, Peace, and Happiness Give me Love I don't feel it That feeling of getting butterflies Every time I see you That special feeling When we kissed I want that happiness again I want to be again with you But you're not here Though i truly want you to I need to unchain these chains That are holding my sadness Give me peace Stay off my back There's too much pressure I can barely stand it Give me all three And I'll be content Content to love you To be happy And for once be in peace School of Dread: School of Dread. Why do you fill. The Childrens Head. Why do you hate. School of Dread. Every time I walk these halls. Those kids are ever so different. You've got the preps. Oh so the Preps. With their snobby thoughts. Everything they have. Their Parents bought. Nerds. Ha Ha Ha. These Nerds they keep to themselves. But we the unfortunate we. We torture them. We ridicule them. For not being like us. Why do we do this to these unfortunate souls. And than there is us. What makes us different from everybody else. We know everybody. And get along with everybody. Unlike this student body. Why is the school system so. Corrupt. What did we do. What have these children ever done to you. Why don't we just applaud what you have done. So we thank you oh so wonderful. School of Dread. The Roof: Let the flames Burn. The people wandering around. Doing things just. So...Unimaginable. There on the roof. Just Yelling. Yelling For Help. Just for something. The flames. They rise. And burn these people. Those Poor people. The People on the Roof. And those are it guys for now. I write these whenever im high or on some downers and usually they turn out great feedback appreciated. I also have short stories but i dont feel like typing them so sue me.
prophetic: "the flames. they rise. and burn these people. Those Poor people. The People on the Roof" now, if only the same would happen to the U.S. Congress. but, maybe, they are the people on the roof.
i forget what the inspiration for "The Roof" but it had something to do with depression and the whole situation of teenage debts and aspirations thats what most of my poems are about
