“Ironic”

irony, please tell me
who is the victim in your rhetorical technique
historically speaking ,we’ve gone through the motions
of lessons I should have learned long ago
they simply present themselves in different forms
and here I am, sarcastically implying
I know who I am, and that I am better now
The tragedy is, that this is just a twist of fate.
I’m plagued by lesser days.
and here I am, sarcastically implying
A metamorphosis, but we’re just postmortem
All that we’ve gained, is the ability to fool ourselves
We’re plagued by lesser days.

by Dmitri Snyder

“Racism is Around Me Everywhere” by Francis Duggan

Of human ignorance I am almost in despair
For racism is around me everywhere
But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss
Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.

Some people carry their honour in a flag
And of their Nationality they brag
They feel superior and they differentiate
And against those who are different they discriminate.

So many people still judged by their race
For such there never ought to be a place
‘A fair go’ those untruthful words I do recall
There is no such a thing as a ‘fair go for all’.

Though we live in a so called democracy
Of racism we never will be free
They judge you by where you come from and the colour of your skin
For many equality and respect seems impossible to win.

It’s been awhile since the days of Martin Luther King
His name to it has a familiar ring
If against racism he did not choose to strive
Today the great man he would be alive.

So many holding the reins of power not spiritually aware
And racism is around me everywhere
And racism only leads to division and war
Just goes to show how ignorant some are.  

One of my favorite poems, I recited it for my Speech class, and I feel it is extremely powerful.

“Avarice or Envy”

I see you walking; you carry an air relevant to my cries
You may think that I’m lying but the truth is
I want what you have to be mine, I won’t let you shine.

Nothing but a vice masquerading as a virtue,
These green eyes are always spying one me, on me.

You want to please me?
Want to give me something that I don’t have,
So sad, this is my bad.
I don’t want to be me,
I’ve never felt so mad, tripping down the stairs on my decent,
Into unholiness.
Do you understand this?

I hear you talking, always ready to please.
You’re lying through your damn teeth; try this on for size.
Give a voice to the lies,
The truth that’s behind the nothing I am.
Will I be the lamb for your sacrifice?
Am I to die?
(I just wanted what you had…)

Do you want to please me?
Want to give me something that I don’t have,
So sad, this is my bad.
I don’t want to be me,
I’ve never felt so mad, tripping down the stairs on my decent,
Into unholiness.
Can you understand this?

What can I do to impact you like you have me?
We call each other friends, but in my eyes you’re an enemy.
All I do, is sit here overdosing on my high-end brand of envy.
To the point where its hurts
Turns me numb,
And stops my breathing.
My chest can’t stop heaving
My eyes can’t stop seeing,
My brain won’t stop thinking.
My body won’t let me end me.

I wish you could see the extent of the craving’s I hold inside.
It burns like I breathe and I am tired of hiding…

Can you please, please me?
Bless me with what I do not have,
It is so sad, this is my bad.
I don’t want to be me,
I’ve never felt so mad, tripping down the stairs on my decent,
Into unholiness.
Do you understand this?
Make me bliss.

Nothing but a vice masquerading as a virtue,
These green eyes are always spying one me, on me.
Judging me feels like they are watching me, watching me.

by Dmitri Snyder

“The Starved and The Starless”

The sky might be dark and empty,
But the streets are full of stars.
Fallen they may be but to them, it is who they are

Set me free, push me out of this papercut out called a life, they say to me.
Make me whole, make me complete, like the death of the son, the evil has won,
All innocence is gone.

Drag the dead, drop their bombs, upon my immaculate, diamond coated arms.
I’ll bleed rubies, I’m fools gold.
The routine never gets old
So let the cliché unfold

So let’s make the most of tonight
Since everything here, is not alright.
I’m not, what I was before
I still need, want, so much more, standing at the gates, behind these locked doors.

Set me free, push me out of this papercut out called a life, I say to me.
Make me whole, make me complete, I’m not happy here, misery my siren song,
My innocence is gone.

Drag the dead, drop their bombs, upon my immaculate, diamond coated arms.
I’ll bleed rubies, I’m fools gold.
My story never gets old, so let my cliché continue unfold.

I have peaked; this is the last you will ever see,
Of the once righteous me, all that’s left is selfish and greedy.
Before, when I was whole, nothing seemed as cold
As the acrid blue blood racing inside me.

Set me free, push me out of this papercut out called a life, I yell aloud.
Make me whole, make me complete, I’m falling to pieces, the light is out of my reach
All innocence is gone.
So, let the sin-filled preach.

Trade off dreams, for lead role in empty space
While the dream given up is left without a face;
Or a body to claim the name of its soul
Now just a black hole
We’ve given it up.
I am back on the pedestal
Ready to practice my fall.

Flag me down, beat me senseless, make me pay for my sinful wishes. Pearly white are these tears.
I’ll bleed rubies, I’m fools gold.
This is what it’s like to be me,
Inside this starless city.

by Dmitri Snyder

“Like Walking On Water”

End me
Replace me
You already have, the words you can’t say
have paved my path.
The love you have for me makes me feel lonelier than ever before
So I’ll walk this path through the ocean alone…

Why get this close to drop me like a shard in the sea
broken glass in the water appears as nothing
A proper adjective for me
For I’ve never given up but you are past giving in
So either indulge my passion or let me fall into the ocean

So I ask you to end me
for I’m replaced
in your life and your heart, for me there is no longer space.
I wish you could know what I won’t let go
So through the water I walk, even the sea lets me drown.

I wish you would reach out and see that I won’t let go
If you could see me at all.

by Dmitri Snyder

“Suicide on a Sunday”

You never know what life means to you
until a life you know is lost.
Unexpectedly and suddenly an understanding descends.

What could we have done, what did we do wrong?

Along with questions, pain and sorrow.
Life is a heavy load, on a lonely road
I guess sometimes, it just feels like too much.

By Dmitri Snyder

“…That Burn Me”

I don’t know what to say, or where to begin
I’m simply reserving myself
before it gets to the point where I can’t even call you a friend.

I treated you like a second place prossesion, a conssolation prize
But I learned you were better than the person I wanted in my life.
One summer can change everything.

To where do we align, how do we stand with each other?
I cannot talk to you for prolonged periods of time
without feeling awkward.
without feeling provoked.
Without feeling angry.
without watching my words for fear a joke may start something.

We know the best and worst about each other
And in person it is like we’re brothers.
We share the same friends but lately their has been a split.
And I want to fall into the shadows and the stranger part of it.

And if you really will miss me, I don’t want you too.
There are better people out there than this one who you consider a prude.
A prick and easily offended, I’m simply letting thoughts out
A process that reads never ending.

We both have separate paths and your sticking by what you say
So I doubt we’ll even talk today, or tomorrow, the day after, whenever or never.
The less contact you have with me
I’m sure you see it as better.

I’m not sure if this is all, I’m not sure this is the end.
To a person I’ve been afraid to call my best friend.
I don’t think I deserve that title from you.
You know better people of which you are more alike.
I’m sorry for the nonsense I’ve caused you, have a nice life.

by Dmitri Snyder

“Truth Hurts”

I’ll weave a lovely lie for you
and wrap it like a noose
Around your neck, have no regrets
Look at what you’ve been through.

And let your heavy heart
be the weight that tears you apart
your free fall, and wish on it all
that the truth you hide will die with you.

by Dmitri Snyder

“Stubborn”

At the end of the day you’re not alone
I’m here .
If you’re willing to make my heart, your home

“But I can’t.”

So I wont force anything on you.
I can only hope one day, you’ll let someone stay
But that’s all in time I guess.

by Dmitri Snyder

“Unspoken”

So here we are, standing apart. Our faces filled with discontent.
We can’t put this off as simply make believe
A problem is hidden between us
There is a exchange flying around us
That all but we have engaged in, so would you mind sharing

What’s on your mind? What have you got to say?
No answers will be what you want to hear
So acecpt the facts or turn your back
Because the reality is that this won’t go away…

Waiting for an opprotune time,
“When will you be alone, when can you be..”
Mine, alone with me
something that should be expected.
I would assume you could make time for me and not for all those half-jaded
Ill-minded, flank shield beings that align in your camp.
That call themselve your friends,
And now they are simply here to cover up the truth

Whats your question?
Bring in strangers to force out confessions.
This has gotten to far and all you have to say is

What’s on your mind. What have you go to say?
No answer will be what you want to hear.
But there is troubled laced in silence.
Keep up like this and you will never escape it.

And alas, you feel like when you hear the truth, the exchange will wrap around your neck.
The words will cut deep, and their eyes will gloss you over
The embrace will feel cold to the touch but warm… now that the war is over.
You might not be fine but you can’t only rely on time.
To fix this for you.

By Dmitri Snyder

“Chorus”

Make sure you repeat, repeat what you want them to know
Sink in, go deep- what do you want them to know?

I killed the chorus and look at them now
they are on the floor, bleeding from their mouths
why say with many what can be said with one
You got a message?
Just say it loud enough.

Make sure you repeat, repeat what you want them to know
If you have a message, just say it loud enough.

by Dmitri Snyder

“Phoenix Heart”

I only feel my blood come to boil
when you’re with me.
Inside my veins, the heated pulse
feels like flames under my skin.

Would you please ignite me?
I promise I will ask politely.
And as your lips intertwine with mine
We will combust.

by Dmitri Snyder