Compulsive LiarYou try to be trustworthy and saneCompulsive Liar by B-RS
When all you do is place the blame
On different people who never caused you pain
If respect is what you try to gain
You better never do that again
As if you have been restrained
And from your abilities chained
When nobody notices what you feigned
Along with your little volatile birdbrained
Plan to try to lure everyone into your bloodstained
Unfairly obtained regimen that's constrained
A lot of your encirclement
Which was unfairly robbed of their oddment
And edginess of blunt absence
Which releases your fragrance of vengeance
Giving you pendants where you hide the reality of ambience
And the consonance of temperance
Only to shove down your belittlement
Of other people's condimental elegance
And intelligence of another packed-with irrelevance
A foreign laneI don't want to be alone againA foreign lane by B-RS
I try but I can't condone the pain I stained
All over the safety lane
I can't believe I'm doing this
I've never been so deprived of bliss
When all I did was reminisce
Of all the memories I earlier dismissed
Can you believe how draining this is?
A whole new level of comatose tries to wildly whiz
Through all my pores and premises
Highly venomous and nebulous
Like all my other absolutely endless negatives
Tucked somewhere together with my sedatives
To help me relieve my nemesis
Which is my own recklessness
That's gifting me pendulous excellence
In trying to be eloquent
In my lies and arrogance
Along with my virulence
Which makes me want to be proud of my abhorrence
BlackoutI could feel the ground with my hands and my knees.Blackout by B-RS
I'm struggling to see from haziness in my eyes.
Like clouds in a sky. Smoke in the air.
Retracting the pure, the clear.
My pulse had climbed to my head.
And refuses to get back to its home.
I struggled to bring up this burden, this foreign substance of existence up.
I clasp onto my face and wait for my composure to regain.
Feeling weak. Weak pace. Weak force.
AdmirationIf you're having a bad day, mood or soAdmiration by B-RS
I suggest you stop walking
For a moment
To look at everything around you.
Stare if you have to.
Stare until you say "WOW"
A moment to notice the beauty around you is enough.
Even if inside you know nothing is okay.
Take a deep breath
Then look around as if you've never been here
Let people bump into you
Look at the nature surrounding you
Until you notice its real influence and beauty.
Every season is beautiful.