TheGreatNinjaRikku

A collection of the moment Unadultured work. Each word a portrait With vivid garish words. A place to write that sudden song When nothing else lives. A bird that freely flies Not fearing consequence A thought and nothing more Refreshing fearless Pocket Muse

Just make that extra dollar  Simply to put it in your mouth Everyday’s a struggle  Unless your world is polluted with corruption Don’t look at me  You expecting some sympathy? Wonder what century you’re stuck in? Just kiss your ideals goodbye. No need to be clean Not in this century Thought you knew? That wealth grew in soil of methane Fertilized with the stench of broken dreams Looks like someone stole another slab off the road Oh well  Oh well Why wail at the well? Not like the tears will quench the thirst. Not like the dream will come true When you just sit there and mope.

Do you remember? Old summers of the innocent? How unproductive days were spent   Relaxing at the poolside Or even at the mall... Boy those were the days,  we thought we had it all. 'Member back when midnight felt so late? Seeing PG-13 films Thinking we were part of some grown-up scene. Remember do you? Our first curse Kinda funny   How that stupid word Made us feel as if we had power    In the world It's all kinda silly How we thought it was so cool When in truth    It was nothing unique But it's worth remembering 'Cause it was with you     In innocent summers Too bad the winds shifted And summer has finally en

The rivers for some odd reason                  confide to whispering willows...  Willows whispering to the winds The winds  breathing new life into secrets             The secerets mixing with new seeds and life Spreading across many seas Seeds transform to saplings Waving secrets to every creature it sees.

You know what? It’s kind of funny how gradually our physical bodies change, yet spiritually and mentally we grow in leaps and bounds at alarming rates.  Just this morning, I discovered a picture of myself from the eighth grade and before me laid a girl with no confidence: dull eyes, round face, no smile, bags as if she had gotten no sleep for months below her eyes. I compared it to this morning, a few weeks away from my senior year: face a little less round, a slight smirk of sarcasm, oh less bags, looks like I only lost a days worth of sleep. Height wise, barely an inch difference, hair style, sure that changed, but over all by looking

Oh Psalm 55 Verses 12 through 13 How sweet sorrows sing to me! Not by enemies' hands shall I be undone, but, oh but, by once sincere friend.  " My will is yours...and yours is Mine,"   That's what we used to sing to the world.   Maybe...Possible... Now I look back and think... Is it the inevitable I tried to stall? Oh! How I remember everything. All the kicking...the screaming ( How I regret those unpleasant things) To once friend, a hypocrite is what I seem... To my once dear Savior..I seem the same Love of Man? God's might Grace? Which shall I claim? ( Better yet which shall claim me?" Am I too afraid? Too afraid to w

Isn’t life grand? Wow how I love all the hypocrites Told to be myself But when I try I’m scolded  and spit upon Told to conform to be like everyone else! Go ahead and critique Go ahead! I dare you to tell me that I am weak But live one day in a teenagers life Always fearing Always finding yourself in fights Finding out the ones you love are just feeding you lies Sure it may not be a decent alibi… Isn’t life grand? Fearing to take a stand…

Open the door     (There we go) See the truth you've never known See the injustive See Adam's kind, how they lust See how the media rapes the minds Consuming valuable time Now do you see? How they put the whores above family? Their own O.C.D Flipping channels Watching what's no better than pornography. What? Why close? Saw the mistakes you've made? Now that they are revealed you are ashamed?