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GodThere is a God. I have seen him snap the necks
Of children and inspect their hollow remains.
Pushing past the sinews, there is nothing there.
No prayers clogging the arteries, stopping the rush
Of blood, a blackened jet.
Their mouths had not yet learnt how to
Form 'hail mary's'. Tongues twisted at the sound.
The syllables choke.
There is no use lying to a child who when asking
For God, finds only silence.
He is not interested in them. The purity sickens.
There's a boredom in innocence that causes him
To turn away. His eyes are better fixed on those
Who can praise him. The shallow whore who never
Thought her life would take thi
A Legacy of WisdomYou have scribed your words,
wealthy wreaths of wisdom,
on paper never torn or worn.
You have etched your passions
on my brow.
You have left this wallowed world
victorious; eyes resplendent
with the wisdom you wrote and wrought.
Your passions shall echo in my ears
And should I stray into some
sullen storm, or get caught in
the torrents of the monsoon, Ill know
that Lears been there before, and
Ill not swoon.
And if Hades doors open up
before my stranded soul, and scorch
it with the heat of hell, Ill recall that
I am not the first Dantes been down
there as well.
NonexistenceI pray to a God I have never seen,
who lives in a world that has never been,
to save my heart that has never felt,
from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt.
My feet step on grounds no men stepped before,
my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore,
yet it does not kill me,
does that mean,
that I am immortal,
or that I've never been?
I pray to a God that may not exist,
while the iron shackle tears up my wrist,
to tell me the difference of being and not,
to show me the memories that I forgot.
My mind flies to places nobody has reached,
to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached,
spots on the dark, they're not even light,
AnarchyScream the anthem of the anarchist!
What is it? Exactly.
I won't tell you; make it up.
Go away. Blow it up.
Burn it down. Deface the town.
But don't give in,
Never -- no.
That's the song we all love so.
Freedom past extremity.
Far away, in my backyard
I own the world; I am a bard.
I wear a beard and shave my head;
All the normals want me dead.
I won't give up; I ramble rave.
You'll never make me behave.
My brother, loser, freak, meek geek
You know-- the beatnick, hippy, punk--
The rock bands my parents debunk--
We treasure what we cannot have:
No allegiance to any flag.
out of Gardenwhat sea
how it is welling your eyes a wet mess
where urchins of the ocean will spill to howl their elegy
where mermaids will turn widows
once brine has swallowed whole their sailor babes
stewarding the land instead
is why i never set sail with you
but to lay in gardens, oh
a bed sheet rotten by the ultraviolet
and our laps full of stars
what black soil will pervert your knees there
where moonlight will mirror out from your teeth
to run fanatic toward cosmic space
after bathing in the space among us
where walking air pushes every dust
one of sun-dried butterflies
one of beaten rug with broom
one of hone
Perspectives of a Hallucino...Comfort. The softness of the basement couch. Misery loves company.
Trickling through my fingers. Whispering across my face, her disappearing
lips trace across my cheeks. The smell is sweet, but she is rough against
my throat. Her smell isn't so much intoxicating as it is suffocating, yet
the smoke paralyses my senses and touches my soul. Her street name is
undeserving of her effect on me. Forever, she shall be known to me as
Mary-Jane. I will never know her beauty.
the plasticized quantum theory
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony
crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
until it watercolors
the poison of psyche
papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember
a quivering effigy
splinters the moon
the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
ScrutinyAnd when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect
I am lost in my own depth, I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic prin
Vampires heartacheI awake in the night;
I can no longer sleep.
I don't see myself in mirrors;
I see somebody else.
I am alone.
I am dead.
The red stripes on white flesh
Keep me somewhat Sane.
I stare at the ceiling;
It is as cold and dead as I am.
The pain burns within;
as my life slowly fades away.
Snowflakes fall, blood is in the air,
Covering white figure of pride,
Lying forceless on the ground,
Having no strength to fight with the snow,
Nor even with reality,
Which drifts down from the empty sky,
Where the moon cannot be seen,
Where birds cannot be heard,
At which wolves can only howl.
I'm so sick of suicide
It's everywhere I look
Pictures, and in movies
In poetry and books
I'm so sick of suicide
It's pathetic and it's weak
Blah blah blah so awful
Outlook always bleak
This life's just not worth living
Could they be any more cliché'?
I know that I just can't go on
Isn't that what they say?
Do you live in China
Without freedom's basic choice?
Are you a woman in Afghanistan?
Forbidden to have a voice.
Are you starving now in Africa?
Surrounded by disease
Or under corrupt dictatorship
Forced upon your knees
These people rise to challenges
We cannot comprehend
They live their lives from day to day
Procremationso he said let's make a baby
she said let's just make
and he said
What's the difference?
or a little pink pill
And he said
Isn't it about time... she said
You're never old enough
She said Make life-- make
and he said
What's the difference?
I like my life she said
he said that won't last
she said I feel
Well, maybe I do
She said Sow your seeds somewhere else then
Emo is black.
Emo is red.
Emo is a love of darkness,
But always needing some light.
Emo is the way you look,
But more the way you are.
Emo is resisting the world
Because you can't stand routine.
Emo is loving everyone you know,
Even if sometimes you wish they didn't exist.
Emo is hurting yourself or your body
When deep down you really love them both.
Emo is making your own choices,
While relying on your friends to make it through.
But really, emo is not caring how fucked up you are,
Cause there are so many friends just as fucked up as you.
Emo isn't hate.
Emo is love.
the god memorandum
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shredding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause ... and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corr
Simple DesperationShivers weave up her neck
As your fingers trace intricate patterns on her
What a beautiful disaster this has become,
What a masterful demise we've fallen in to.
I can throw my words all around,
In an attempt to get you back;
But my words to you, mean nothing more than
This is new, this is scary;
Uncharted waters we're diving into.
Drown, drown, drown.
Hit the bottom, I'll black out.
You can go back to her and continue to play
Your last, over dramatic, love song
One last time.
DissolveThis is nothing like we've felt before.
The impending dawn will crush us before
We have the chance to salvage any remaining
Memories we made.
Is this the end,
Or merely the beginning?
As if the binds that tied could be
Broken with no thought as to how this may
My thoughts have formed faces,
As they pace endlessly across my one-track mind.
Pausing ocassionally to take a breath,
As everything dissolves around me.
TimeWe're burning up in this atmosphere
As the tears and laughter fill the air.
Oxygen deprived, we sink into
And forget all the things we promised.
I wish I could take this all back
But I've convinced my
Pathetic heart to
That this will be worth it.
When the lights start to fade and
I find myself alone...
My mind starts to wander,
I know you're at home
Reliving the night when you're
Looking for more reasons to
Rip the seams a little more,
We're an open wound now.
This is illogical, irreplacable.
Something we've never felt as one.
I want to scream,
Bring down the sky
There's not much use for
ShatterPieces of me scatter the doorway
Where you departed.
I wish we could turn back time and
Not so much as glance at each other
So this would never have began.
It's tearing me up,
It's tearing me apart.
Don't stay, we know that's the better
Solution to everything.
So we can dissolve this pain,
Resolve this hurt and take away these
They burn too fast, but never disappear.
Haunted reveries that will never leave.
My fears are growing old and my
Mind is growing weak,
Some one come and save me
Before I fade.
StarsCan you feel her wrapped around your spine,
Do you feel her nails under your scarred skin?
I can't bear to breathe,
But I can't hold it in.
The stars above mocked me,
Basking me in their soft ambience.
My music fades to the background as I
Listen to your breathing.
Pulse raised, heart pounding.
How could it have turned out like this?
Like a marionette you force my movements,
Plan my actions.
Cut the strings, cut the strings.
I can't face the truth,
It's been a weakness of mine for a while now.
You're building me up just to watch me
Drop, fall, stumble down
The path I wish to leave behind,
But it's one of thos
HoleAs if the galaxy could tear open and
Send black and blue waves rolling out
To drown this, drown us.
Your kiss still lingers on my lips,
And day after day this hole widens.
Tugging at my mind to let you go,
Let the memories flood back and
Suffocate my dreams.
I'm saving my hopes for the hollows
In your soulless eyes with a
Single thread of delicate tears running
Down my cheeks.
You said we would never end,
But here our demise rests.
I'd give anything to have you back.
Golden EyesThe words I need are etched in stone,
But in a place where only I can reach.
I don't have the qualities you're looking for,
I just wish I could tell you.
This will sound love sick, and pathetic.
I've come to grips with that as being true.
No one else knows me like you do.
I'm sorry every day,
When I try to tell you but
It's so simple, just five easy words;
Yet to get them past my tongue,
It's a battle.
My mind is telling me not to fuck up this
Beautiful thing we have.
Friendship that you only hear about in
So here's the background villain,
The underlying scheme
Because every perfect story needs one,
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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