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.

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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.