a copy of a copy of...i'll test this shit out, see if i like it, if not, then i'll just kick it in the yarbles.
NotesAll I know is scribbled notesNotes
On scraps of paper laid about my room
Some phone numbers, others pieces of hope
Most of which are just rhymes full of gloom I leave a note on my nightstand, reminding me to get something done when I get up Up and out of bed, if I can find the stimulus, even my mother on occasion calls me a schmuck
Because I wake up the way I fall asleep My ears in headphones, listening to something on repeat
Unwilling to accept that there are other things I could be listening to
Just like I am unwilling to accept there is another for me that’s not you My wallet is
Brown CarpetI'm lying face down on the floor With my head underneath my bedBrown Carpet
Screaming till my throat breaks Singing with all that my heart can take And I know I won’t sleep tonight Through my body is putting up such a fight In this brown shag carpet, all I can see is your face Your hair, cascading down, across my cheeks Your head drawing closer, kissing me on the neck And you rest your head right there on my chest
Your arms behind my back, holding tight to my shoulder blades
As if you thought if you pushed hard enough, wings would sprout, i would become some sort of angel with only you
Die AloneThe more I write The more I realize I want to die alone I want to drink here in this dark roomDie Alone
With my bottle to my lips, thinking with every sip About the words I heard from the screen Every living creature dies alone Now I know that’s a lie My grandmother died with a family at her side
And my great-grand-mother was buried with her family pride
Those who have God die with a faith in their soul And true lovers die within hours of each other, with only love they hold
On to life, which is nothing more than a search for essence
A search for someone to die with, a
Into BlackEyes of yours! Eyes that burn Poisonous flowerInto Black
Serpent of death Under your spell Controlled by power
Breathe in my last breath Deem this my hell Lay on the coals
Feel your skin curl
These Dead Sea scrolls
Seek your lovely pearl
And insides of torment
A confided sea of green A beauty the world does resent
A post modern Victorian scene
Stay with me till the second coming
Till God reveals his true face Or if these books have had no meaning And a void for heaven does replace
And it all ends in a puff of smoke
A
demise of the beautifulsinking slowly into this abyss of lies eyes closed the darkness consumesdemise of the beautiful
voices fade colapsing in regret, on the floor of this padded cell reason never heard through the screams of sorrow the hollow never filled, through empty words and thoughts the void takes control the pills lose effect the anger
the agony destroy the demons ease this pain one more hit one last chance and then its all over, it never really began the demise of the beautiful the cycle ends
BlindHand over your individuality for an Abercrombie shirt Pollute you mind with the 7 o’clock “news” Pledge your allegiance to the flag You are free nowBlind
Throw away your leftovers from McDonalds The starving children won’t mind Leave your garbage in the streets The environment will be fine
Consumerism is the latest fad So go get your mouths worth Drink your Starbucks Frappacinos Your right of birth
Burn down the forests Build your skyscrapers there Another corporation, another dollar The endangered species won’t care
Worship
Wilted “Wilted”Wilted
Our love was much like a flower, Quickly blooming into something beautiful, Spreading its joy to whoever was near it, So strong it could fight the stormiest of weather.
But as quickly and discretely as this bond grew, It began to wilt and eventually die off, .Leaving behind only the sweet remembrance of its once potent fragrance, An emptiness in the spot it once stood
Time will pass by, and the loneliness will remain, And when the moment is right the healing will begin. Slowly but s
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I'm trying to drink away the part of the day that i cannot sleep away.
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"Never giving a care if we have no money, never sad in our hearts."- from women of the pleasure quarters (Geisha)
Bearfucker!
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It's on days like these I wish I would get caught in a white noise wash
And drown in the static waves.
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