*gasp* What are these lines?!

I leave lines, they mean things. In fact, they have hidden words over them. I swear it! Just let me know what those hidden words are and I will display them for the whole word. It'll be vondervul.

Sitting on the curb
watching the world
Waiting for life
To hand me what's mine

Cuz I don't know where it started
Or where it all ends
But I know where my heart is
And what makes a friend.

Uncertain of my worth
But given such mirth,
I don't care how I fare
Or what I can't bare.

Because Here is what matters
Through every change,
And while nothing has shattered
I sit and await

Some superfluous meaning
To my random state of being.
_____________-
_____________-

So I'm done with this waiting
for my only chance.
I'll get right down to taking
_____________- (damn you things that rhyme with chance)

Can't you hear

Really not sure how I feel about this one. To be fair, its 3:41 in the morning, I'm sitting in front of a computer I've been staring at for 6-8 hours working on a damn program that refuses to reveal its faults for me to fix. I'm baffled. Anyway, *shrug*. Maybe when I sit down after a day's sleep (wait a minute...that can't be right) I'll be able to laugh at the confusing mess I lay before you.

Can't you hear the voices that I hear
Can't you hear them culling you
Can't you hear the voices that I hear
Can't you hear them call out to you

Muttering while I sleep
They cause the studders in my speech
Frightened for my life
When will I get some relief

Can't you hear the voices
Can't you hear
Can't you hear them calling
Can't you hear

Thoughtless and unquenching
their taunts are never ending.
Fearful of the day,
These monsters are just blending

Try as I might to fight
these awful creatures of my mind
Nothing that I do
Seems to keep them in line

Can't you hear the voices that I hear
Can't you see them in the back of your eyes
Can't you hear the voices that I hear
Can't you see the monsters in disguise

I dreamt of the past

I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

With my insanity
There's no complexity
And I may never see......

It's my first day outside
And I feel so alive
These walls, they have windows
And my doors need no locks

And yet I believe
I never wanted to leave
I had no need to be free
So I lose my eyes to a dream...

-----------------

Years I've searched these white walls
For just a tiny crack
Someway to escape, get out of this place
But freedom is something I can never grasp

Locked up for all these years
With nothing but the traces
of every one of my fears
But now I see no more faces
And I don't hear their jeers

This isn't where I belong
This isn't what I want
I never have a choice
So I am never wrong
--------------------------------------
But I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

Within my insanity
There is no complexity
And I may never see again

I wipe the thoughts from my brow
Waking in an empty crowd
Fight against a shallow sea
To get where I can finally breathe

And yet I can see
That I can never leave
I am not really free
They still control my dreams


(
dashes mark change from fast to slow and echoey...then back. This slow echoey portion is meant to audibly define the dream. *shrug*
)

Work in Progress

Is retroactively adding posts cheating, or just an obvious sign of failing to pay attention. *shrug* Good news: this one is longer than 7 lines, GOODY.

I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

With my insanity
There's no complexity
And I may never see......

It's my first day outside
And I feel so alive
These walls, they have windows
And my doors need no locks

And yet I believe
I never wanted to leave
I had no need to be free
So I lose my eyes to a dream...

-----------------

Years I've searched these white walls
For just a tiny crack
Someway to escape, get out of this place
But freedom is something I can never grasp

Locked up for all these years
With nothing but the traces
of every one of my fears
But now I see no more faces
And I don't hear their jeers

This isn't where I belong
This isn't what I want
I never have a choice
So I am never wrong
--------------------------------------
But I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

Within my insanity
There is no complexity
And I may never see again