Somebody please kick me,
When I am down...
So I at least know,
That someone is around...

I'm just a nobody,
That you let walk by...
I'm just a freak,
Unbearibly shy...

Thank you for hating,
Every part of me...
It's not the attention,
I so desprately need...

I'm glad that you don't,
Show me respect...
I'm perfectly fine,
Rotting with neglect...

Thank you for spitting,
Upon my face...
My lowly presence,
Is everyone's disgrace...

I am your scapegoat,
It's the blame that I take...
You bind me in chains,
And burn me at the stake...

I doubt you will miss me,
When I have gone...
Then just my ghost,
Will be screaming this song...

Hate

Stupid, slimy and most annoying!
I hate everything that you are.
The feel of you at night keeps me awake
Driving me insane

You build up inside my head
And I ache to be rid of you, all that you are
But to no avail, the more I push the more you stay
Driving me insane

I try to kill you, numb you away
You are there still, dripping down my face
I hate you, all that you are
Driving me insane

*sneezes*

An ode to snot

=)

"Before the Fall"

It's a darker one, I guess. First one I've written in awhile... Non-productivity is not cheering me any.. Anyways, enjoy. Comments, etc, always welcome. =P *hugs*
"Before the Fall"
It's August again
It will never be the same
In the twilight of the autumn
I can see that face
I can see my life
Laid to waste
They left me to die
But I struggled to live
Each day, a bitterness
That I cannot forgive
Seethes within me
Sleeps within me
Obscuring my vision
Of what can and cannot be
There's so many words
For someone else's lies
I could talk you in circles
And never show what's inside
I'm sick of being sick and tired
I'm sick of all this sickness
I'm ill to death with someone else's
Illness... with someone else's scars
With the evilness of someone else's
Mouth and heart..
I'm sick of being sick and tired
Sometimes I realize
I'm just so sick of being alive
Always crawling beneath
What everyone thinks of me
I feel like a two-way mirror
I feel like a self named zero
Maybe it's just August again
I need to take comfort in a friend
But can't you see..
I trust none at all
For I'm most wary
Before the Fall.

With wands and irons we shape,
Something that has it's own,
It's a form of dictatorship,
Of something unconsciously grown.                                                    

But what has our hair done to us,
As it grows silently upon our head?
What if we have it all wrong,
And we grow out of it instead?                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Aus

with a nod to The Doors.

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

so I sit here
wondering why,
listening for an answer
hearing none,

I break soulful,
spines fluttering,
twist my tongue,
wrap it around
words I no longer
recognize,

I listless, float
unchained
yet bound fast,
anchored
ephemeral,
unknowingly,

I whisper
with a shout,
I can't find my eyes,
anymore,
can't see what
I feel,
can't breathe
without choking
on bile, on self-loathing,

And you hear,
very faint,
laughter,
mocking you
as you care,
mocking you
as you bleed,
mocking you
as you feel pain,
loss, regret,

And I smile,
laughing
all the while,
waiting for
the end
to all this
insanity,

Waiting
for the end,
to take me away,
this, the end,
my lonely friend.
The beautiful end...

The Girl.

I turned my head towards her while she sat on her rocky throne, sun shining, above me, and looked at her. Midday. Her head turned to look at me, her goldening locks moved like water, sending a shockwave throughout my entire being. Her eyes peirced my soul and rendered me immovable. Her smile beconed me to a sense of happiness and safety, where nothing could harm us, but her eyes, still embedded somewhere, lost within me, drank in my essence and learned all they could. Her skin was virgin and pure, a heavenly angel sat before me. And yet others have crossed her path before.

Her path was strewn with the shattered remains of others. A warlord in her own right, weilding her broad axe as she moved in for the kill. She was beside me now, smiling, ready to strike. Her blow would be swift and unchallenged, yet strike she didn't. I felt warmth on my shoulder as she leaned into me, her feathery black wings encompassing my torso. She had spared one, only to face the challenge and scream her war cry another day. A golden curtain ran down my back, silence filling the void. In the silence, one was spared.

"The Tallest Tree"

the tallest tree I ever climbed
threw me down to earth
the longest line I ever rhymed
were more trouble than its worth
but still I look for taller trees
and longer lines to rhyme
believing in my heart of hearts
reward I'll receive in time
hope did once betray me
faith betrayed again
i found sorrow in a joy
and enemy in a friend
and yet I cling to my joys
i garner another friend
believing in my heart of hearts
reward in time I'll be giv'n
the deepest sea i ever swam
tried to drown me dead
the brightest waves I ever saw
rose above my head
and yet to swim I continued
and yet continued I to breathe
that reward I'll eventually be given
in my heart of hearts I believe
someday, we may all find peace
a less weary state of mind
but to obtain it, i believe
there are tall trees we must climb.

For some stange reason I enjoyed your post, 
It really got me grooving, 
The rhythm of the repititious lyrics, 
We hypnotic and sorta soothing. 
Singing the song out loud helps, 
But the time it takes is long, 
There is another solution, tho, 
Try singing another song.                                                     

With regard to said pointy objects, 
That does not sound like fun, 
The people who are doing that, 
Don't know how it's done. 
It's better to hold onto them, 
Keep them in your hands, 
Then they stay at your disposal, 
As each and every blow lands. 
Throwing them at another person, 
Displays you as a pointy thing pup, 
'Coz if you miss the target, 
You have to pick them up.                                                     

Cheers from the Land of Oz

Crowds chase me over the edge,
yet i enjoy it just as much as they.
its just a litle game we play.
i get back up and dust on down,
but now the crowd has a frown
now the game has turned bad
cause the crowd, it got mad
so now i run, and with no smile
for now i run, the dead man's mile

anger
rage
fear
whistling
through my brain
through my veins,
rattling around inside
my head,
scatter my thought train...
leave my body limbonic,
twist my vision,
flood my ears
with white noise,
mask my sanity,
my reasoning
tears through steel
girder bindings,
freeing my flight
into the emptiness
of night,
broken wings
can't hold me back,
I flow mystically
through your heart,
caressing the strings,
making you smile,
bringing you happy tears,
racing your pulse,
tingling your skin
in all the right places,
raising the tiny little hairs
on the back of your neck,
as I nibble your thoughts
through your ear,
your lobe between my lips,
gently sucking your passion
from you,
through our dark embrace
of dreamlessness...
quietly wishing
for..something...
I cannot impart
with mere words...
thus it dies
in the emptiness
of our embrace...

"Quite Contrary"

For some reason, the nursery ryhme popped into my head.. and.. built from there. Bleck.
"Quite Contrary"
mary mary
quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
blood in your eyes
this hate you despise
is the only thing you know.
mary mary
quite contrary
how tall do your flowers stand?
blood in your eyes
this hate you despise
is the fear coming back again?
mary mary
quite contrary
how does your life unfold?
blood in your eyes
this hate you despise
are there secrets left untold?
mary mary
quite contrary
tell me where the raindrops go
blood in your eyes
this hate you despise
is the only thing you know
mary mary
quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
do you cling to the things
life's stabs and stings
that you knew long ago?
would you burn out your eyes
to kill the hate you despise
tell me,
how does your garden grow?
and will it be alright,
can you sleep at night,
knowing the secrets that you know?
mary mary
quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
with empty wells, a thousand hells,
and shards of glass to throw?
mary mary
quite contrary
is that hatred in your eyes?
run little girl
escape this world
and the pain that you despise.
for everything we know,
every ideal we hold,
all the truths we're told,
when we're told where to go
could be less
could be more
could be worse
could hurt more
than a lie.

Years

Ok, so I wrote a poem and I was gonna post. I can't seem to find it now.

So - I thought we could do the whole word poem thing. You give me a word and I write a poem. Then I leave a word and the next person in line makes a poem about that word and so on and so on and so on...get it?

Um, yeah. So I shall grab a book here off the shelf and randomly point to a word on a randomly chosen page.

*closes eyes and walks over to shelf*

*hits knee on table*

*%#^&!! Opps, sorry. Maybe I should make my way over to the shelf before I close my eyes.

*closes eyes and grabs book* Hmm...Soul Rider book five by Jack L. Chalker, interesting choice.

p.182 - I pointed at the word years. So without further ado a poem for you.

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Humbug to you, it's off the cuff. =P
----------------------------

Years


Years go by,
sailing on time.
Passing on a gust,
carried away.
Watch out the window.
See for yourself.
Gone by,
sailing on time.

Sylvin
There is only one requirement,
You have to be here until the end.
Along the way do what you will,
Be who you are,
Or not.
In the end it doesn't matter,
All that mattered was that you were here at all,
That was the only requirement.

Bittersweet

I was inspired to write this today, I'll tell the story afterwards if you like...
Bittersweet
I passed her in the hall today
She smiled sweetly and said "Hello"
I grinned back and replied
As my heart sang and my feet began
To walk on air

The Feeling faded moments later
As I realized
I would never move in your circles
It would never be more than
A friendly "hello" and bright smile

I would give just about anything
To read your mind for just a moment
To see if that smile means more
That will never be
I must accept this

I will be Cyrano to your Roxanne
Loving from afar
Loving by proxy
Worshiping her smile
Because that's all I'll ever have.

Please tell me what you think..should I keep writing these, or quit
while I'm ahead?

was wandering through the Universe, Looking for my Sun, It was hot with Mercury Rising, But here my job's not done.

Along came a beautiful girl,
She was my perfect Venus,
She shook the Earth upon which I stood,
She even shook my, er, feet.                                                    

She was very soildly constructed,
Muscles to make Mars smile,
She had the frenzy of the Asteroids,
Her movements lasting for a while.                                                    

"Jumpin' Jupiter!" I then exclaimed,
I wish Sega had this on Saturn,
For a moment I thought that I was Neptune,
Blissful waves washed me in a pattern.                                                    

We watched some new cartoons,
Upon my rear projection telly,
Smiling she sai, "C'mon Pluto,
Crawl to me on your belly."                                                    

I boldly accepted her invitation,
And here I'll end in mystery,
In the interests of good tastes I avoided a planet,
And the rest is history.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Orz              

Yesterday I had the terrific pleasure,
Of having my nephew come to stay,
We watched the footy together last night,
But it was PC games today.
He looked through my bulbous collection,
When I heard him shout,
"hey! Cool! Tell me about this game,
The one called Fallout."
So I loaded it back onto my trusty PC,
And guided him for a while,
This little snot learnt so fast,
It really made me smile.
He got the interface down so quickly,
He grabbed it by the throat,
His ever widening smile satisfied,
This humbled, grumpy goat.
Then I took a calculated gamble,
And brought up the Unwashed,
He responded in the resoundingly positive,
My trepidation was soon squashed.
And so, this fresh faced ten year old,
Brought forward in a gout,
Realisations about games and gaming,
And what it's all about.
It's far too easy to become jaded,
Here my story's almost done,
Remember what it's like to be a child,
And treat everything as fun.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of the Recently Refreshed

"Contradictory Winter"

First bit came to mind while I was at work earlier, rest came later. Sorta dark. I dunno, not in a great mindset today. *HUGS*
"Contradictory Winter"

Eyes of ice
Skin of snow
Feelings frozen
An icicle in a sea
Of sunbeams and red rockets
Taunted with the
Heat of Life
Able to attain
But unable to maintain
Such a passion
Without melting
Thinnest skin
So pale in the bright lights
But still
In the bright lights
Caught in the rays
Of a solar flare
Never the same
Never able to change
No one knows
Heart of Fire
Mind of Ice
Colliding world
Able to attain
But unable to maintain
Any peace
No zen in Eternal Winter
Icicle eyes
Dripping slowly
Ever so slowly
From my skin.

I stood here today
Trying to see the real me
And I found that
I do not exist in your eyes

You wont talk to me
You constantly are berating
I can't get close
Without wearing a disguise

My soul is fragile
But you neglected its beat
And dropped it on purpose
Laughing as it shattered

The bits of broken glass
Are cutting through the hands
The hands that held you
From a distant land

I rest my head on the wall
The room is dark and bleek
And I think of nothing
But your figure

The torment is unbearable
And I wanna take this glass
You've set before me
And make your hands red too...

Chocolate is my favourite substance,
Beg, or steal or buy,
I think it's better than sex,
and these are my reasons why:
Chocolate is freely available,
And here is another,
I can have chocolate anywhere,
Even in front of my mother.
I can make chocolate last forever,
Or have it fast and plain,
And there will be no performance review,
Or critique or small complain.
You can have chocolate while driving,
Rain, hail or shine,
You can even have multiple chocolates,
Having them two at a time.
There's no lingering discomfort,
No left-over hair to spit,
And chocolate isn't looking to
Ask you to commit.
You can ask anyone for chocolate,
Buy it without being arrested,
Eat it with impunity,
For with viruses you won't be infested.

"The Hatter's Sigh"

i've got eyes which hide some of my sighs
she says
they're blue and it's true they're stuck on you
she says
sometimes i'm falling and i don't know
if i'll ever pull myself out of this rabbit hole
when everythings up
and everythings down
you don't notice when your world crumbles around
you
she says
i am not a magic dream, i am not someone's scream
i am neither fate nor fury
aspire i to better glory
she says
and after awhile i stop making sense
when there's caterpillars at my side
and mushrooms in my head, and i'd rather be home
or anywhere instead,
i'm careful when it comes to which flowers i tread
she says
which way leads out and where will i go
ask the cat i think he'll know
when you're living on birthday cake four months late
and there's only tea parties to celebrate
shake your weary head and wake up from this death
she says
i've got eyes and they mend my sighs
she says
they're blue and it's true our story is through
queenie she ended up winning you
wear your red roses blood red on your head,
i'm so careful about which flowers i tread,
i am not a magic dream,
i am not someone's scream,
but maybe we're all just escaped sun beams
sometimes
she says
please wake me up from my wonderland

On top of a pole,
I went for a toilet break,
It is a highpoo.                                                    

Cheers!   

I devour you,
I eat you,
my tongue
slips inside
past your lips
into your mind,
tastes the bitter-sweet,
ruptures your synapses
filling you with ecstasy,
followed closely by misery,
and your emotions
slip unintentionally
down my throat,
and you can't help but beg
for more, tasting your own
craving it, like that last
piece of candy you shouldn't eat,
my hands slip down your breath
my fingers pull at your chest
my claws bite through the skin,
and suck you through again,
and you beg for more,
my tongue finds your hear
laps up your see
washes away your smell
and buries you in tastes,
a thousand dying butterflies
all crammed inside
your mouth, fluttering
incessantly, relentlessly
for their last moments of freedom
as you swallow them
one by one,
sending them to heaven
eternal flight
on wings so bright,
your insides glow
from their fiery flush,
as you sink into your sins,
waiting for the time
when you walk away from them,
old skeletons in old closets,
old memories in old deposits,
like sand in your mouth,
grinding away until you forget
it were ever there.

crowds of people surroud me
tides of the mob confoud me

metaphors of sociology
observation of the Them
too consumed with escapology
and thats just the problem

too different an opinion
from the teeming masses
i wont be the vogue's minion
wont divide 'em into classes

I want to set this world on fire.
I see people,
Falling in love.
I see it all the time.
But it's so unfair,
To me...

No one wants me,
Is what they say.
I'm broken down and sick,
Still with bills to pay...
Thrown to the wolves,
Just another dirty boy...
The graveyard; his sandbox...
The bones are his toys...

The fire started with society...
And its disgust for me...
Made you put on a blindfold...
So you couldn't see me...

But can't you see the hate?
Can't you see it's burning?

I want to set this world ablaze,
And end every lovers' days,
My heart is trapped inside the maze...

I am connected to this life...
This umbilical cord is a noose...
Please cut it off...
Burn it away with my hate.

Fuel the fire.

I want to write down my thoughts,
I want to mar
Then you, untouched
Then you can read
As they dig
As they mingle
I can pretend,
I can walk away.

"Irony of Hypocrisy"

Darn it... where is my ride? I need to get my check and go to the bank... le sigh. *HUGS* Enjoy.
"Irony of Hypocrisy"
it's funny, really
how we change
from one moment
to the next
did i say we?
i meant you.
it's funny, really
how it's one
belief today,
and a new one
tomorrow
ever changing story
it's funny, really
turn the wrath
on others, i wish
i had that skill
to garner pity
disgusting pity
it's funny, really
how we change
from one moment
to the next
did i say we?
i meant you.
it's funny, really
how we view
ourselves and then
view others, and
deem that others
are automatically
less worthy than us
did i say we?
i meant you.
it's funny, really
how we seem to turn
into what our names
imply. i mean,
look at me, i'm an
extension of the
things around me,
you, well, you know
what you are,
did i say you?
i meant we.
it's funny, really
how blind you must
think I must be
well, my eyes are
good enough to see

ou're drowning,
drowning, drowning
in your hypocrisy.
it's funny, really.

February 19, 2006

 For George
It was snowing, the day you left
I awoke to a phone call
The reason, I thought, was for another
My eyes were still closed
When I found out yours were too
I opened them to see the snow
And knew yours never would
You’ve left before your time
Before even your father could say goodbye
I’ll miss you uncle, and the toys you gave me
I miss the years that have gone by without you
I wish you could see the snow
So I could say goodbye

What is a haiku? 
I just don't understand them! 
Why don't I get them?                                                     

Cheers from The Land of the Never Never      

"Summer Conversation"

summer came and
we wasted days away
slowly sipping on the coolness
of our delivered just desserts
i smile a small smile
and for a moment
release my troubles into the breeze
lean back and listen to you speak
what should we talk about
but the endless cycle of days
of our lives
and what should we do
but laugh in forgotten bitterness
over the idiosyncracies of fate
which have brought us here
yes,
for now, let us talk irrationally
and say the damndest things
and just be the children we
never were for a few moments
and sip slowly on the bittersweet
coolness, the intricately delicious
rewards of our just desserts
the sunlight of summer came
let our hearts shine too.

Better you get the hug outta the way NOW, and then go get stinkin' drunk! Now here's a little bastard ditty I just cooked up...

I'll take me beer,
One ale or two!
A shot of tequila,
One more and I'm through!
I'm still not that drunk,
So pass me some gin,
And keep me on drinkin',
Till you see me grin!
Get more o' that hard stuff,
Like brandy and wine...
It may not be great,
But it beats turpentine!
Please gimme an ale,
And Fill up me cup,
I'll Drink till I'm stupid;
Don't know which way is up!
Just for the brew,
I'd sell you my car...
For that tasty ol' ale,
Served at the Village Bar!

"Memory Pools"

Inspired partially by the Beatles song 'Across the Universe', from which I blatantly stole the first line. *HUGS*
"Memory Pools"
pools of sorrow
endless laughter
someone else
within my skin
i'm shaking
i'm shaking
but never again
will i be broken
no one remembers
the past like me
because they didn't
have my eyes
my life they
could not see
but their ears
recall
screams down the hall
yet even in my dreams
no one moves to
help me
help me
and i in foolish youth
let them break me
but never again
will i be broken
mirrors line the walls
of my head and
how many more will be
smashed before
someone sees
that the beautiful
reflection is only
an echo of who
i used to be
throw me a line
i'll never reach
the shores
in time
but make the gesture
and with my laughter
i'm shaking
i'm shaking
i'm shaking
i'll never let it go
though it drowns me
never will they break
me again, for i swim
alone
in pools of sorrow.

What aches may come.... To tink by Lerk

What aches may come
and buffet us,
that pummel hearts
in choking dust

Are but a page in valiant life
flimsy spectres flipped on by
For strongest evil, vicious strife
are all undone by just two words

The first, one word that seems too sweet
to battle monsters, real or 'magined
but in this war it is the meat
potatoes, garnish, and true wine

The first magic word is LOVE
There, now I've spoke it
Though it takes a lot to invoke it,
once settled, it soon becomes
the second power'd summoning...

PERSEVERANCE

no, not just for us
but for little ones in height
but not in heart
To leave them alone amidst the foe
I tell you sure, t'would be not smart!

I've bitter pages turned of my own
and twice the blade have contemplated
but always as the pages flip
my life seems holy, consecrated

Humbled am I by my blessings
they tower over all my woes
Though HOPE seems sometimes feeble dressings
to bandage wounds laid by my foes

and yet...and yet....
there comes a day
when even hardships melt away
and laughs and giggles permeate
the trickster time wipes clean the slate

and former tears evaporate

but what remains are just the words
Like ensorcelled crystal, inviolate
AS LOVE is fused with PERSEVERE
No darkened arrows penetrate

the fearsome power of that armor plate

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Love and hugs, tink!
things always seem (and are) dark
but hang on for the turning of the page
you may be surprised ( I was)
I lost mother father wife, two children ripped from my arms.

and yet...at night I hold Grok dear and tight.
I thank the lord from prostrate soul
though mortart fire surrounds the night
I treasure every hidey-hole!

Lerk

There was a time, not that long ago,
He took me by the hand
Ending all the loneliness inside.

Everything was out of whack
Now, when I am far away
Decisions that I make seem hollow.

I know that it is best, farther away
So on I keep walking.

Never forgetting what was,
Ever forgetting what will be,
Aching for release
Reminding me, the end is near.

The Dark Sky-

 I stand in the middle of deserted suburban road,
Staring at the Dark Sky.
As I feel the cold . . .
Thinking about it I try

I start to walk
But not very far
But in the night, I feel I am stalked . . .
By the shadows as I view the burning stars

The horizon is a dim blue,
The sun has gone away
And as I stand pride and true,
I am here to stay . . .

But before the blue, there was the Red
Out of nowhere, came the Red.
As I climb the hill which has opposed me many times
I see my life, my home, my friends, things of many kinds
Buried under the ash,
Under the rubble,
And in the distance, I hear the Red storm’s thunder . . .
To tear my dreams asunder . . .

And yet I have no idea why the far west,
Slaughtered mercilessly,
Or why the moon’s crest,
Smiles endlessly

But there is nothing left,
It was all gone,
And the day we the United made our descent,
Was the day the world fell down

I know I will see the Red again
They come in pride and numbers
But while I am out,
They are in a pleasant slumber

And as I stand in the middle of deserted suburban road,
Staring at the Dark Sky
I wondered why all my dreams, my hopes, my visions,
Were all meant to die

(Excerpt from James Blackwell’s journal on June 28th, 2008, 6 years after Communist China invaded)

Imagine that Smashmouth or Sugar Ray is signing it)

I'm feeling kinda helpless,
Maybe a bit confused,
But I think it may be natural,
When you've been abused.

I know it's hard now,
It's just hard to understand,
That the love that we once had,
Has sunk into the sand.

I'm NOT really friendly,
And I doubt I'm sweet.
But the sex was great,
And so was your body heat.

I can't finish what I start,
But I make sure it gets done,
I always stay in second place,
Cause I hate bein' Number One...

He might have you now,
But I had you before...
You didn't say goodbye,
When you shut the door...
I'd forgive and I'd forget,
But I'm NOT that crazy...
I'll be laughin' my ass off,
When he starts to be lazy...

I'm NOT that happy,
But I'm not really sad,
Sorta like a lost soul,
Between good and bad...
I'm NOT that caring,
I pretty much hate it all.
Cause when I build my hopes up,
It all begins to fall.
I've learned to stay negative,
No sunshine for me,
Cause when the clouds start to darken,
Then I really see...

That I'm NOT what you wanted,
But I couldn't care less!
This song is to be happy,
And not to depress!
I'm NOT really open,
To your point of view,
Cause everything you say,
Ends with "I didn't mean to hurt you!"
So I sit here alone,
Thinking about our past.
What good times we had,
And how we wanted it to last.
But time and people change,
Just like an earthly season,
But you left on short notice,
And no logic to your reason.

I'm NOT like a character,
In some sort of myth,
You wanted a better person,
You could share your life with.
So I'm NOT Mr. Right,
I'm always Mr. Wrong,
But whenever you think of me,
Remember I wrote this song...

Night Owl is really evil, 
He is, in fact, possessed, 
he leaves women nightmaring, 
And little kids distressed. 
He lurks on dark street corners, 
And under all your beds, 
He captures little chickens, 
Then bites off their heads. 
he is a creatures of the night, 
Like the famous vampire, 
He will know no peace on Earth, 
Until he's burnt in fire. 
He worships all things bad and dark, 
He parades in horrid coats, 
He is famous for his carnal knowledge, 
With his favourite goats. 
He is a menace to the Earth, 
From us he should be casted, 
Oh, wait, he's just perfect for, 
Life as a Poetry Bastard.

No offense, Bud, but this was begging to be done.    

Cheers from Under the Back Bit

"Should Know"

You should know how wonderful you are,
Yeah,
You should know.
Why do we have to tell you,
Cant you hear?
Is it something in our voices that
You don't understand?
It couldn't be the times when
We're yelling and telling
You how worthless you are,
Could it be?
Ingrate,
You should know how wonderful you are,
Yeah,
You should know.
It's not like it's hard to see
What isn't there,
Can't you see?
Is it something wrong with your eyes,
That makes you misunderstand?
It couldn't be the words lashing out,
It couldn't be this guilt you can't go without,
Could it be?
You should know how wonderful you are,
Fool,
Yeah,
You should know
By now we shouldn't have to tell you
By now you should be be standing on
Your own two feet
By now you should
Know who and what we are
By now.
You should know how wonderful you are,
Ingrate,
Yeah,
Pathetic waste of space,
Pathetic waste of insincerity,
Waste of time,
Lack of life,
Burn out your eyes,
And we'll see
Just how wonderful you are,
Yeah.
Say it if you want to,
But it won't change what we see.
You should know how wonderful you are
By now.

This is the beginning
Of a poem that will rhyme.
I've only barely started
And I'm running out of time!

Now I've reached the middle
And I'm churning this out fast,
I really should proof read this
But I really can't be assed.

I've past the middle now
And, yes, you guessed it, friend
This is about the point
Where I'll make my poem end.

"Love Letter (on Valentine's Day)"

Roses surround me,
Petals lying about me
Form a carpet of red
Which does not symbolize blood & anger
But love and everything everlasting
This red is not just in the petals
It is in my veins,
It is in my heart,
It is surging through my soul.
This deep red,
This true red,
You give this to me.
Wrap me in red until all i am
breathing is our love,
Which is better than air,
Which is holier than Heaven,
Which is older than the oceans,
Which is fresher than the roses
I have scattered about my floor
In honour of this day
For i know that i am truly loved
For i know that i truly love
You.

Valentines day... By Starlight

Oh how I like the thought of romance on valentines day.
It always fills me with glee.
oh how I love valentines day....
The day of love and harmony.

I love the flowers I love the chocolate
I even love the cards
I love the thought of getting them
One day I hope I will

My heart always leaps on days like this...
No wait that's a hiccup
but never-the-less I love today
Even though I'm all alone

I tend to wish for happiness
for all couples celebrating
And as I see my friends stroll off
Their girls they will be mating

As I walk through the night
I look up at that big old sky
and ask the question everybody asks me...
'What planet did I come from'?

I shrug my shoulders and wander home
I stop at my front door
for my last hope on this fine day
is I hope I've got my key's

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> Valentines...

I'd like to welcome you to our group, 
By others this has been done, 
This does not make me less sincere, 
I hope you have some fun.                                                     

There's just one question that I have, 
The answer I cannot see, 
If you are the Killer's Mom, 
Does that make you the Queen Bee?     

:)                                                     

Welcome. May your time with us be rewarding and enjoyable.  

Cheers from the Land of Oz      

Okay, so, I'm a little rusty here...anyway...

It trickles
slowly past,
meandering by
in it’s laziness,
as you watch
it’s slow soulfulness
burning softly
in the dark,
it twitches
with your heart
beat,
it pulses
with your breath,
inhale
exhale
inhale
sighing gently
relaxing smoothly
flowing peacefully
inside you,
it’s warmth
chasing away
the chill in your
bones, in your gut,
as it burns it’s heat
into you with a passion,
enveloping your
body in a cloud
which takes your will
away and breathes for you
in quiet whispers
of freedom,
pen-strokes dancing
inside
your eyes
as you dream of
mere words
to describe
this brief contact
with your very essence,
shared hearts
shared dreams
shared moments
of simply being,
natural paths
crossed, separated,
crossing again,
patiently
hoping
this path,
this time
is the time
for dream’s
birth

Send death...
One last breath...
It's taken you,
So suddenly...
But where does that...
Leave me?
Simple and plain,
Without your company...
What you see,
Leaves me troubled...
In fact,
You've doubled,
My pain...
But its plain to see,
You're not to blame...

What is this game we're playing?
Where did the pieces go...
Will I get out of hell?
Well I just gotta know...

Your voice haunts me,
But what's it all mean?
And who knows...
But its finally...
I say goodbye today,
But let us not forget...
Full steam ahead,
I'll see you on the other side...
Now set me down...
And hold my hand...
And welcome me...
To your new end...

What is this game we're playing?
Where did the pieces go...
Will I get out of hell?
Well I just gotta know...

Never been burnt,
Never one the type to burn...
Never been burnt,
Never one the type to burn...
Never been burnt,
Never one the type to burn...

It's the strength to love me a freak!

What a travesty...
When I try to see...
It is to be alive...

What a fantasy...
When I try to see...
It is to be alive...

(moan)
Is to be...alive...

(moan)
Is to be...alive...

(moan)
Is to be...alive...

(moan)
Is to be...alive...

(gunshot)
Is to be...alive...

Sometimes all I can do in enormity of life,
is stew in the entirety of it.
So many feelings, like flavors, fill up my senses...
drowning out all thought,
sanity is but a string hanging out of reach.

"Parasite Love"

Do my final presentation for history. *gulp* Teacher HAD to have me go second...uggh... Here's the poem anyways =)
"Parasite Love"
Parasitic happiness
But we give back everything
We take.
Somehow, there’s always
More than when we began.
Could it be
Then that something
In you creates
Such happiness in me?
Half a year ago
If someone had suggested
Such,
I would have laughed
in their faces.
Can’t no one make me happy,
I would say,
No one puts a smile on my face.
Lingering down
here all o’ my days.
Proved wrong for once,
I only hope you prove me wrong
some more.
Drowning in the way I feel,
Yeah, I forget to breathe
When I’m with you.
Just too much in you that
makes something
Spark inside of me.
Let me then
Wrap you around my finger
And hold you ever near.
You may bite the hand that feeds you,
Drink deeply the joy that
radiates
within me.
And we shall continue
In our Parisitic Love.
Somehow,
There’s always more
Than when we began.

Thanks to our old mate Jonesy,
The Poetry Bastards can travel time,
We felt that we needed to change a few things,
To make them more than fine.
We were there at the Declaration of Independence,
We are political now and then,
But when the signing was over,
We stole their sill pen.
We attended the invention of frothy beer,
An invention heaven sent,
But we convinced the inventor to,
raise the alcohol content.
We attended the idea of crop rotation,
On this subject we much know,
Rotate the fields that you use,
Then you'll have less distance to go.
Frozen pizza was another significant event,
One of the best of all,
You can have pizza in front of the footy,
Without making a phone call.
The Industrial Revoultion was the next stop,
On the Bastard bus,
Getting machines to do all the work,
That sounds all right to us.
The Renaissance was next on the list,
We were quiet as a mouse,
We wanted to talk to Michaelangelo,
To see if he'd paint our house.
We also attended the invention of print,
We were trusted and inside,
We wanted to help spread the Bastard message,
So it went far and wide.
We were at the Fall of the Roman Empire,
It wasn't our fault at all, 
We just leant a little here and there,
We had no idea it's fall.
We were there before World War 2,
Eating ice cream - I think vanilla,
Ymir said to Hitler, "Is that a moustache,
Or are you eating a caterpillar."
Well, Hitler took some exception to this,
As he was prone to do,
His bad temper ended 6 years later,
But I don't need to tell you.
We were there at the invention of the wheel,
But only because we wanted a bet,
Once the wheel was operational,
We showed them some roulette.
We were there at the invention of the light bulb,
Edison our message did hark,
With his invention he would enable,
Bastard Poetry in the dark.
We sailed off with Christopher Colombus,
When he thought the Earth flat,
He then wanted to call it frothy,
But we set him straight on that.
You see, he liked to have a beer with us,
And if the world wasn't flat,
It was like unflat beer - frothy,
But I bet you'd worked out that.
Lastly we visited the dinosaurs,
At fun we did poke,
They would probably be still around today,
If Night Owl didn't teach them to smoke.
                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz

Mirrored

*musical fanfare starts* And now, we are proud to present, the long awaited, much anticipated, return of Dragon Poems! *cough cough* Well, anyway...a poem...

I've slipped,
into the abyss,
I'm spindled round
can't see up
not sure if
there's a down,
I watch the spin
can't control it
as circles follow twin,
patterns of lighter
darkness leading,
it seems the
walls are bleeding
tiny trickles,
lightened shades
of black,
a mystery
of mingled light
and dark,
mixed, faded
intricately braided,
leaking from my veins
tweaking in my brain,
shouldered heavenly
in a brilliance, but
a fire merely dwindling
away into the vastness
of space and time,
searching for the rhyme
accompaniment sublime,
whisper me
hope I see, hope I find
my way, not lost
as so often happens
when the rhythm
you can't find...
I shift to see,
Spinning, just a bit
from the edge
of uncontrollably,
I see you, know you
I can taste you,
I reach for you,
as my patience
taps me
on the shoulder,
and I subside,
back to the spinning
circles, waiting is
winning,
spinning
twirls the flavor
back to me,
though I know it,
I have yet to taste,
which makes the weight
all the more bearable
as I spin with you,
never closer
than fingertip
to fingertip,
until you reached,
for the mirror,
which is me.

The new members are far too soft now,
The Seniors are to blame,
We have forgotten the good ol' days,
And things aren't quite the same.
Why, there's members that are not new,
Many, take your pick,
That have not been educated properly,
With The Pointy Stick.
So, all you non-poked members,
Raise your quivering hands,
Come forth and be Pointy Sticked,
Come from across the lands.
There's one that I must do now,
The appropriate one to start with,
She is even a Senior member now,
He favourite saying's "As if!"
And so, Buffy considered yourself poked,
With The pointy Stick,
All other non-poked members,
Volunteer, and quick!                                                    

Cheers from the land Of Oz

What have we here?
It seems Ymir
Would like the position
Of auctioneer.
Well my friends,
I can say
He's the best for the job
That I've seen in my day.
He can spit out a rhyme
Fastern' a rocket,
Is clever enough to sell
An eletrical socket,
Is charming and witty
And awfully sly--
Just right to be
An auctioning guy.
He'd drive up those prices
With a shout and a yell!
Could sell a furnace
To those nice folks in Hell!
Plus I'm sure he could summon
A terribly loud voice
To yell over the crowds
If the auction piece were choice.
So hire the Bastard!
Pay him really nice!
And then maybe he'll stop selling
Those Inuits ice..

Best I could come up with on the spur of the moment =)
*HUGS*

Milky Finger Joints

Blood red milkshake - strawberry, mmmm
A kitten's paw appears
Rather too near...
"Oh no you don't!" I cry, reaching out.
Too late

A clash of species, fur against skin
Pink, milky fur
A purring blur...
A tumbling tumbler, end over end.
Too late

Pink milk drips from my fingers
Somewhere, a cat is laughing....

Falling...
Falling...
Falling...
Until I hit the ground,
There isn't any sound,
No longer is it loud,
Pound for pound,
The concrete breaks,
And my soul it takes,
When the ground shakes,
And my body bakes,
In the sunlight,
Blinding my sight,
As fear turns to flight,
And in comes the night,
And the darkness falls,
And the doctor calls,
As I walk the halls,
Of the afterlife,
Gutted with the knife,
I can see this blight,
No way in,
No way out,
A maze of doubt,
A silent shout...

And still I keep falling...

Self destruction
Dont push the button
I didnt do anything wrong
The system cant take it
I never once faked it
I said I love you so
There keeping us apart
They say I am evil
I'm just a regular guy
They want to control you
And be more then parents
I say get out while you can
So many bad things started
I wanted you to escape
But your folks had a plan
To keep me away
And they blame your misfourtune on me
Everyone is screaming
For all the wrong reasons
And my mood is swaying
And changing like seasons
I want to hold you
And help you pull through
But your parents are keeping me at bay
So I take this time
To listen and say...

You'll come back into my arms someday...

Seven days

I never got to hear you cry
Such a silly thing to miss
Your smile I’ll always wonder
Your lips, I’ll want to kiss

Your hugs I’ll never get to feel
Your hands I’ll never hold
The image that I have of you
Will never grow up or old

I didn’t get to hold you lots
Never got to know you well
So sick and weak that you were
So tiny and so frail

So beautiful and wonderful
The love I felt was strong
I prayed with all my life
That your own life, it would go on

You couldn’t stand to struggle
You couldn’t make a sound
I knew that when I looked at you
For heaven you were bound

So we took all the tubes off
The wires we took off too
And we held you in our arms
And we gave our love to you

You tried to cry, but were to weak
I cried when you could not
And I held you while you left this world
With the pain you felt, I fought

My thoughts were all on your life
I had never wished you harm
And I cried a thousand tears that night
That god took you in his arms

I’ll cry out loud, cause you could not
When I think about your days
I’ll remember as often as I can
In many different ways.


Though seven days was way to short
And I’ll always wish for more
I thank the lord for each one
And my heart will feel less sore

Less sore with each happy thought
I think and have of you
For those days filled up my heart with love
Even though they were so few

Thank you for what you gave me
Thank you for the life you had
Forever and always I’ll love you
For your life I’ll always be glad.

I will hold your little twin sister
I have one instead of two
And I will cry out loud cause you could not
When we remember you.

K.A.Stryer February 9, 2003

It stares.
With gleaming eyes that seem to reflect your very own soul,
your pathetic withered soul.

What did you do to deserve this?
Nothing.
The answer to everything, is nothing.

You did nothing.
Nothing beneficial.
Nothing constructive.

Nothing that made you happy,
nothign to make others lives more fulfilling.
You are a parasite.

You drain the kindness of others,
feeding your own desires, but still you are empty.
You are a parasite. You are insatiable.

And now your time has come.
And who is this beast with the eyes made of nothing,
the eyes that see in to the depths of your heart.

It's you.
They are your eyes.
And what do they see in your soul? Nothing, because you are empty.

Empty and alone.

What I want to know from you, 
With a Bastardly smirk, 
Is how come you get to write poetry, 
While you are at work?                                                     

Cheers from the Land of Oz

what good am I
if I can’t fight and die
as the champion
of light
without sword
without shield
bared handed
on my knees
praying in the dirt
shifting armor
falling from my limbs
clanking against
itself in the piles
around my legs
useless on my arms
useless on the ground
wasted either way
as leather rots away
my hands buried in the mud
sleepless to the touch
earth swallows me with dust
breaks me with her lust
as I glance up through the rain
see the gift of beauty
distorted through the raindrops
falling through my eyelashes
dripping in my eyes
clouding my vision
as they wipe away
the muddy entrails
of yesterday
staining my cheeks
with blood-black streaks
and visions of clashing blades
nestling my lungs
testing my faith
as I seek wisdom
twisted straight
the sword, the blade
the riddle made
whispered words
hammer bitten
steel fades
with time
as does all rhyme
the words wisping
softly wind-borne
carried away
the only rhyme
I’ve ever known
I will not let die
cold and alone
I’ll take with me
where-ever I may
I look up to the riddle
driven deep into the earth
my eyes begging forgiveness
forsaken in my worthless
memory, I pick up the blade
lay down the blade
and gaze upon the pretty face
emblazened on the hilt
an angel, wings aloft
carrying my life
my heart my soul
in her blessed hands
and still I search
for you amidst
invisible walls
and broken memories
simple things I cannot
see, but feel them repel
me every day
wandering the seemingly
endless maze
waiting patiently
to free your heart
and bask in your
radiant gaze

Havok

 backwards
in circles
a circle squared
twisted, paired
lifted from the ground
a different texture
in only sound,
a shifted gear
the difference hear
the playing song
is only here
and tasted by
the dark on this side
of the moon
if only in cartoons,
and cereal spoons
fly around my head
in the emptiness
of this room,
I look a little
to one side,
taste the darkness
spit it out
and look for some
thing better
than black butter
and the letter opener
is found,
sparkling
on the ground,
the floor, while
appliances talk
and talk with
a voiceless
electric hum
and I listen
for a topic
but none ever comes
they drone away
lifelessly alive
listing endless
cycles of shatterproof
demise,
or perhaps ticketed
episodes of triviality
summarized,
and still I sit
and listen to them hum
listen listen listen
and wait for them
to provide definition,
then my ears pick out
a new sound
echoing somewhere
between
the ceiling and
my ear
a quiet, empty one
that whistles
come near
come here
come near and hear
and listen to us
as we whisper
the electric hum
that makes us run
that makes us run
and makes you run
and makes you run
‘cause we don’t taste
anything but fun
anything, anyone
but fun is what is done
for future lies
and fortune dies
and effort flies
with simple wings
of flightless eyes
and brightly tethered
people who
cannabilize
their own emotions.
Or perhaps it is I.

Iggy had other troubles though
He'd woken up in Amish Land
With a hat on his head
And pitchfork in his hand.
Amish was kind of confused, too
He felt like two evil overlords stead of one
But shrugged his half of their shoulders
And decided this might be fun.
Yeah, AmishIggy stomped throughout the village
Destroy all good things in sight,
Err, I mean, they were a paragon of virtue,
Yeah....that sounds right.
However, a problem appeared when they started
To talk to their self for awhile
They found they started to argue with themself
About the carrying through of the PLA--
Plan? What plan? There is no plan. Forget i ever said anything.

;)
*HUGS*

I sit here pondering vacuously,
Ten month old asleep at my feet,
Her angelic face is one of innocence,
Her manner is so sweet.
So, I thought I'd advise you all,
I'm in a fatherly mood,
On what you really should feed children,
Displaying their favoured food.
There are five food groups for babies,
But not the ones you're taught,
What's better is that they are free,
they don't need to be bought.
the first food group is merely lint,
They find it on the floor,
They scour all over the carpet,
Then come back for more.
The second food group is insects,
Any sort of bug,
Beetles, flies or cockroaches,
They swallow them with a shrug.
The third group is leftovers,
Anything that is dropped,
They find these mouldy morsels on the floor,
My God! They can't be stopped!
The fourth group is any paper,
But don't let your mind bend,
It is high in fibre and low in fat,
And comes out the other end.
The fifth group is your pet,
It doesn't matter what,
they'll bite your little Tweetie Bird,
Your Moggy or your Spot.
So, in short, have children,
Your spirit should be freed,
They are great to have around,
An oh, so cheap to feed.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz        

Ancient now am I
Five thousand generations
Of evil blood stain my hands
Yet I am not the richer
For having spilled it,
I kneel in this field
A broken warrior
His quest complete,
His sword broken
His shield shattered
His armor stripped away,
He who does but kneel
Whiling time away
But willing time to stay,
He’s lost without a sword
Lost without his quest
He wonders why he ever
Took the mantle of the best
Raises eye to heavens
Begging answers fall like rain
But only rain falls
A hot, burning rain
One that won’t wash away the pain
Only leaving more streaks and stains
Burning rivulets down his skin
Tracing paths from thoughts begin
To thoughts that never end
But thoughts can’t continue
Without stars shining in his eyes
And my star you were
I’d name you Heavenly Demise.

Save me from myself.

I saw myself today...
I don't look right,
Displaced...
I am a shell on a beach shore...
The tide hasn't come,
To take me back,
Because I don't belong here...
I get dark,
And my soul lights on fire...
Friends turn to faceless enemies,
And the screaming,
That I yell,
Becomes haggared and I scream again...
Till I hurt and can breathe no more...
I am shady and quiet,
And loud and empty of light...

Where is this peace I hear of?
Where is my tranquility dammit?
Where is my real life,
Because I know I don't deserve this...

Someone save me from myself.

Please?

Sometimes it hurts
Sometimes it stings
I'm over you
But I'm stuck on all your little things

I've still got scars
I've still got pain
I'm over you
But I'm still stuck out in your rain

Sometimes I wish
Sometimes I forget
I'm over you
But I don't want to remember yet

*whuffle*

Said Mortis Half to Half Than
Who translated:
Take this...i don't know if I can!
Am I a horse?
Or am I man?
Somehow I don't think wenches
Will quite understand
But forget about wenches!
Neeeeeigh!
I'd rather have apples
Any day.
What am I talking about?
I don't eat fruit!
Yeah, I do, fool self,
And I like it, to boot!
Maybe I should go
Stomp on Margo
Nah, I'd rather
Be chastised, you know
Well, I'll have to on something
With myself agree!
Maybe I should go
Defribulate Iggy...

The day was warm and sunny,
Far from being rude,
The Unwashed were going skydiving,
So they did it in the nude.
Brother None arrived - the first,
And to encourage good luck,
He arrived in his two ton  rabbit's foot,
A machine gun laden truck.
AriaMech had no concerns at all,
She would play the game,
For a naked robot doesn't change,
The look just the same.
The only thing that caused concern,
About this I do not josh,
She likes to step on little things,
Just to see them squash.
BlueCross broke the rules a tad,
Timid as a mouse,
He wanted to jump on this day,
Wearing Tandi's blouse.
Ymir was unconcerned about being embarrassed,
By anything that protrudes or juts,
Such pieces of his anatomy,
Were covered by his guts.
Skeleton made a welcome appreance, 
We new what the rules are, 
But undressing to Skeleton level, 
That's undressing gone too far!
The time came for disembarking,
From the soaring plane,
The jump was one of trepidation,
For did the future hold much pain?
Lerk was envisaging the toon for this,
But he gave a start,
The height was sending his pacemaker haywire,
Negatively affecting his heart.
Though, Lerk was doing wonderfully,
But as the Earth neared,
His rapidly increasing velocity,
Whisked off his ample beard.
Ymir was up above him then,
Sky surfing at its best,
But Lerk's folicular missiles were,
Deposited on his chest.
Alexand was doing the latest tricks,
Trying really hard,
Leaving nothing out of his repertoire,
We praised the Junior Bastard.
SIE 132,
Looked quite the part,
Wearing nothing but some old goggles,
He was the consumate Old Fart.
Then there was High God Freddy Terwilliger,
As he flew he drooled,
We knew this must be Iggy Eater,
No longer were we fooled.
Enlightened One was suitable attired,
In a leopard skin hat,
He wore a tutu - quite crazy,
You can be sure of that.
Linus was a skydiving  favourite,
Decked from foot to head,
He came supporting communism,
Painted all over in red.
BlueCross was amused by such antics,
In short he was rather stunned,
He was enjoying himself to such a degree,
He forgot that he was shunned.
But the fun was spoiled by a howling,
Like a tornado that ever grows,
But all  relaxed when it was realised,
It was the wind through Night Owl's nose.
All landed safely on the ground,
Happy, fit and well,
The police were on hand to make arrests,
At least they'll share a cell.
Ymir                                                    

I saw the word "bastard" in your title,
I thought it applied to I,
And it does quite indirectly,
So I thought I would reply. 
Erm, I have a rather dumb question,
It hit be like a burst,
Your parents have taken action,
Did you do something first?
To take all the connections,
From you beloved PC,
Sounds like some form of punishment,
That's how it seems to me.
Now, I know parents can seem spiteful,
Incapable of having fun,
But they're trying to do the best by you,
I know 'coz I'm one.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz                  

I’m here
my back
against the cold
hard ground
my friend at my side
as we stare up at the sky,
I feel her shiver slightly
while the stars shimmer brightly
and I offer her my arm
in hopes to keep her warm,
as the tiny speckles in the sky
twinkle brightly in our eyes
and the dust settles in our minds
the vastness so sublime,
the weightlessness pressing us
against the ground like the dust
that compromises the stars,
and I fold in upon my self
the piece-less puzzle
broken apart, jig-sawed
scattered across the space-scape
of my mind, filling every
nook and cranny,
hiding me from you, you from me
until the puzzle starts
to reassemble itself piece by piece
largest first, then down the line
until at last it gets to us
the two tiniest pieces, the ones
that nobody pays attention to
until it’s time to finish the puzzle.

A squillion vociferous, heart-felt apologies, 
I saw your post down below, 
You seem to be somewhat disenfranchised, 
Over what I do not know. 
So, please respond to my call, 
Don't be a lonesome fretter, 
Just tell me what I can possibly do, 
To make you feel a bit better.                                                     

Any shunning was not intentional.

Most likely, we were just too wrapped up in ourselves to notice. ;)                                                     

Cheers from the Land of Oz

A Meop.
*lights a candle* *begins snapping*
Entitled "Woot"
Chocolate.
Thou Art.
Shibby.

Silly

So I'm sitting here at my desk
Putting my brain to an absurd test.
I want to write something pointless
That will show I'm aimlessly aimless.

Yes, I'm quite late into the contest you see
For head is buzzing like a hive of angry bees.
Mt. Dew has turned me mush, holding me on my knees.
I sit and shake, yet I ask "May I have another, please?"

My week has started off on two clumsy, wrong feet.
I was driving along in a rental, strapped firmly in my seat,
When along comes a crazy bat making my involuntary u-turn complete.
The car destroyed as I was on my way to get my own. Isn't that neat?

So I sit here amusing my caffeine filled brain
Churning through thoughts mild to insane....
As I try to pass my day that is quite plain
With my 6 am schedule causing my rear quite a pain.

*bow*
thank you very much.

next, i will attempt to translate some Vogon poetry in a fit of suicidal sillyness.....

I was looking through an old journal the other day, I thought I'd share some stuff. =)

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Sometimes all I can do in enormity of life,
is stew in the entirety of it.
So many feelings, like flavors, fill up my senses...
drowning out all thought,
sanity is but a string hanging out of reach.

I’ve nowhere to begin
I don’t know where the end is
I don’t know how to start
I wash my mind eccentrically
I can’t see past my eyes
I’ve broken inside
and they caught me
now I can’t get out
Is my fate as simple as it seems
held prisoner
as my soul bleeds away each time
I see the locked oaken doorways
sturdily barring my freedom
I beg the sky for lockpicks
but nothing phases through
the ceiling to aid me
freeing myself from this prison
so I sit in the dank shadowy cell
scratching at the dirty walls
with a stone, scrawling my timeless limbo
on the blocks of granite
waiting as I go slowly mad,
thinking the futile scraping around
the iron frame of the bars covering the window
is actually making progress
breathing less and less each day
as my eyes see less the shallow scratches
I make, entertaining myself beyond infinity
digging for my piece of mind
lost, discarded now buried
by centuries of dirt and time
I will the walls away
but they stay, they still stay
sitting peacefully, awaiting
the breathlessness of fresh air
to be felt once again
biding my mind
knowing escape will come in time
I continue to scrawl and scrape
digging away
at the rock
at the clock
patiently
hourglass sands forget
the sun rise and set
with my full attention
patiently
sipping away at the darkness
awaiting dawn

Time of Our Lives

Call me up and we can talk about the old times
Sell our memories for nickels and dimes
Spare change from the time of our lives
When everything was easy and everything was right

Look me up and we can talk about the old gang
Older faces that still look the same
Polaroids from the time of our lives
When everything was easy and everyone was high

Come on over, we can talk about old love
The kind that comes back to you when times are rough
Broken hearts from the time of our lives
When everyone was innocent and everyone surprised

Call me up and we can talk about you and me
And all the things that were never meant to be
Young love from the time of our lives
When everything was easy and we left on the light

"Self"

Been a really, really long and stressful week...here's my bit of darkness for it all. I just want to say, I luff you all a lot..even those of you i've had disagreeements with in the past.. And I've learned now, I think, that everyone makes mistakes, but some mistakes are justified. Thanks for hearing me, ya'll. *HUGS*
"Self"

Hold me to the flames,
I will burn for you,
Never do it for myself,
It's always for someone else.
Stab me through the heart,
I will bleed for you,
Never on your own,
Can never suffer alone.
Claw into my skin,
I will peel for you.
Never hide my eyes,
Live to feed on lies.
Bite into my lips,
I will hate for you.
Never anyone but myself,
I could never hate anyone else.
Place me in the ground,
I will die for you.
Never because you asked,
But because you wanted me to.

How do you make things real,
That are figments of nothing...
Created from something,
Not tasting nor touching...
For the thoughts are not real,
They are figments of something...
Created from nothing,
Not seeing nor loving...
Are you a figment of nothing,
Or something?
Something that breathes?
Like the air in the trees,
Or the waves on the seas?
Do you dream in nothing?
From something not loving?
Or nothing in nothing?
Are you in love?
With something above?
Not pushing to shove?
Do you get what you want,
By making figments real?
Does the love lack luster?
Or lose its appeal?
Grab what is real...
Like a quilt that is sown...
Or you may find yourself,
Cold, old, and alone...

Night Owl posted down the board,
In a poem full of fun,
That principals are questionable,
School boards hire anyone.
I'm not one to disagree here,
That is not my role,
The virtues of being a principal,
Instead I shall extoll.
Punishing kids all and sundry,
For non-existent sins,
Giving them multiple detentions then,
Getting them to clean the bins.
Yelling at them for the wrong clothing,
Out of school uniform,
Spitting on them as I speak,
With breath like chloroform.
Parading down the halls so proudly,
Like a peacock on heat,
With my out of fasion cartoon tie,
And pants with a shiny seat.
But you can count on me in a crisis,
I've the guts of a horse,
When the going gets tough you can find me,
Battling on the golf course.      

Darkness comes
to take him away
into the tunnel
away from the day

Dillute his mind
he tries his best to resist
look into his eyes
see nothing but emptyness

Out of the tunnel
back into the day
does he still live?
It's hard to say.
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Doesn't make much sense, but like I said, it just popped into my head ;)