Michael Ozkan's Blog

 ha ha yea

Cause you my boys.

I stay in the game

It’s like being possessed by the best, it’s so exciting

The flashing white beams

I’m striking so frightening

Its like

I’m fallin asleep but my hand just keeps on writing.

Subconscious lyrics…

and it might seem,

I’m destroyin your plasma big screen

You aint no Percy Jackson boy so lay off my lightning

Ill strike your ass down man

Bruce the almighty

Defenses up home boy so go head and try me

So enough about me

shit lets talk about you

Still living at yo mama’s house, what is u 32?

Its time to pack bags,

no time to act bad

If you don’t think it time

then why don’t u ax dad

Cursing like a sailor nick naming u Sinbad

Quit embarrassing your self cause u know dat

u a had been

been gone

haha you were never here.

Old school

drop out

get outta here you can’t even play the game

get real or go home.

Yea cause this is M. R. O-Z

Aint nobody close enough to breathe around me.

Would you know what its like

To be part of a crowd and stand out.

To be the only colorful one in a group of gray.

Where your best humor turns out to make you

a nuisanced fool.

When you talk, the book is shut.

Your only spoken to when something is wanted.

You feel others pain and try to comfort them

and yet they walk over you without a thank you.

When the stories begin with you sitting looking at the moon and stars

only to wonder if your alone.

The human race has expanded and diversified…

is there another who feels as you do.

Are the feelings mutual in others….

Does a diamond eye reflect your care to others back onto you.

Do the letters spell L I V E. or D I E.

If a word was written would they read it.

If you died would they stir.

Would but a mouse scurry when your presence left.

Would their be a hole when you left.

I wish to just be like others.

Or accepted.

Just to know what its like to have friends.

to know what its like to have anyone who cares….

*thumbs up* this made me lawl.

      With a percentage for new voters age 18-20 being 13% in new york , I cannot help but ask myself why. People of the age 45+ use their vote more then anyone else in this country for health care. Why don’t younger legal aged voters join together and demand financial aid for college. If the demand for more financial aid is in high demand whom ever wants to be elected forwhatever position is going to listen to that and say thats who i need this is what i need done! And attempt to make that a possibility. Why are we not using our right that previous people died for!? I mean your only hurting yourself in the end. Your vote counts! It really does matter!

Within the morning light

I stand before you with a list for judgment

A cold nippy breeze that speaks a word that doesn’t exist.

A language among tongues unheard.

It reanimates the forgotten memories of that one fateful day.

As a cloud blocked all but a speckle from the sun

through an absorbent window with curtains made of rain

With nothing but a view of thunder and flood

A stroke of cold thoughts runs through my veins

As I shut the door

Blocking the radiant light in my eyes and heart

Drops paint themselves upon my face and bleed a warm line

with the fear of knowing this could be the wrong choice.

My feet jitter with the pressure bestowed on them

My hands are put to their last use

My lungs take that one last clean breath

The inside of my eyelids scream the truth.

The engraved sunset

has turned blind

and gone black.

R.I.P. Gary Laparr

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