notyouneitherme

A boy who thought himself a master of riddles, sought out the ancient and mighty Sphinx. At its temple the boy pleaded for the creature to test him, for he felt that he had gone his whole life without challenge. The Sphinx agreed, and at once came up with a new riddle, guessing that the boy would know the answer to every riddle that had ever been uttered before. I am one, I am all I am rise, I am fall I am right, I am wrong I am silence, I am song I am moon, I am sun I am sad, I am fun I am stagnant, I am change I am standard, I am strange I am love, I am hate I am chance, I am fate I am start, I am end I am foe, I am friend I am death, I

Alphabetically   we   start Beginning   with  the   basics Creation   with   a   goal   in   mind Destination  without  compromise Endings   that   keep  us  satisfied Forged   to  stall  our  decay Going   out  of  its  own  way Halting   all  forward progress Ignoring  the  screams of  the  people Joining   in  thousand symphonies Kindred  increasing in  numbers Loathing  the  capitalistic minority in  control Mourning  the  knowledge it  won’t  change Nurturing  each  yearning soul Opportunities  to  prove  themselves Proving  their  own  kindness and  love Quizzically  they  think  about  things Rationally  they  approach their  pro

When no one is there to take the blame Just call on my name and I'll play this game Call me monster or villain Anything, I'm willing To perform just about any deed To become the scapegoat you need Don't need a reward, I've nothing to gain All that I want's to relieve you of pain Call me cursed or wicked Evil, that's the ticket Just blame me and I will succeed In becoming the scapegoat you need There's nothing that brings me greater joy Than playing my part as the guilty decoy When your burdens and sorrows Clouds your tomorrows Don't worry, just follow my lead Just blame me and you will be freed

Do you ever get the urge to just write But there isn’t anything on your mind Armed with ink, but the paper remains white Unstained by the words that you just can’t find You try to free your mind to welcome thought And you might get an idea or two But ideas are fleeting, can’t be caught And will remain unknown to all but you But everything changes when you catch it And the idea becomes a notion A concept that grows until you hatch it And fills the blank paper with emotion That is it, truly my pride and glory When a fleeting thought becomes a story