I should be given an award.
The highest that any actress can receive.
I hide behind this toughness.
But inside I am soft.
Cancel the Oscars, I'm the star.
All you need is me.
Golden Statue in my hand.
While spinach is stuck between my teeth.
Hidden amongst the Hollywood Stars lies a single plaque.
"Died too young, died in the attack"
The attack of the youth, propagated by the media.
Kill me quickly, just a little speedier.
Who are you to tell me how I feel?
Who are you to remind me of my regrets?
Oh I forgot you are there to remind me of my faults.
To come to me at my every beck and call.
Sin of the flesh.
Sins feel so good.
I wish I could eat it.
Don't you wish you could.
The most delectable meal, that you have ever tasted.
The girl most like you, that you feel you wasted.
I'm sorry it couldn't of been.
And it is all my sorrow.
I always thought for you and me there would be a tomorrow.
But now I realize I'm foolish and that you'll never let go.
Of something that has happened so many months ago.
It was just a phase, as people like to say.
It was just a creation, a musical, a play.
And I am the only one who is on stage, you exited a while ago.
No one throws me flowers after the performance is done.
They felt it all too real.
The pain masked underneath my eyes in the form of purple bags.
I don't think you hurt at all.
And I never wish you do.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Monday, August 25, 2008
Random Wrote
The spoken word, it is a cause, promoting me, lifting me higher than the average normal mortal.
Here I am wandering through lie wondering when my coil will cease to be a circular.
There you are, you know exactly where you want to walk. You walk with distinction, a martyr for that cause of cool.
You try so hard, baby, but not hard enough for the rest of this year is just gonna be too tough.
The summer was easy, the winter will be hard. Barren mother nature, white like a cala lily.
She stretches across the land, and there you sit in the middle of her womb, wondering why the same place you were born will also be your tomb.
I can't stand to think that way. Your death will truly awaken me. Shake me, violently like the wildest earth quake. But you aren't dead are you? You're still alive, I feel the pulse.
Deep inside of me a girl has changed into the woman she was supposed to be. What kind of woman stands there and lets herself feel so alone.
Alone though is my solitude and alone is where I stay.
Smoke a couple cigarettes get some time out of the way.
It hurts sometimes, that I'm not able to be what I truly wish to be.
But I'll be fine as long as you are there with me.
Oh glorious summer day, how I long for your sun rays. Bathe me Apollo, bathe me in your beauty. In your hellenistic style of indulgence.
I love the way you speak, like words are your weapon, they're mine too, let's battle.
Who would win in a battle of lovers like a civil war stuck in a third world country.
If this is a first world, and they are the third, then who is the second, and why can't we all be called by one word. One name, one people. We could never be that way.
Too nationalist, too secularist, too passive, aggressive.
Never the right amount, and never impressive.
But when you speak to me, I forget about the woes, I endanger myself, expose myself to love, the most dangerous of emotions. They kind you wouldn't be able to feel if you weren't willing. I'm willing, vile feeling, come into me, hurt me, thrash me, abuse me.
I tend not to care, what happens to my physical form, but you are there in my emotional zone. Telling me things I've always wanted to hear. When I awaken, it was just a dream, a hallucination. Lord knows I've had those.
But god has nothing to do with it does it. Nothing at all. He just sits and waits till we actually need his help. We got ourselves in this mess.
Oh lucky animals of the world, with no need for love. A cruel creation was this human mind capable of doing whatever I think.
I sit, I sit, I stand, I sit, I sink.
For getting up is hard when you have nothing to aspire too.
My main motivation, it was you.
But now I feel, I'm overwhelmed, unable to handle the feelings that delve too deep into my heart to actually find consolation.
Stuck in between regret and improvisation.
Here I am wandering through lie wondering when my coil will cease to be a circular.
There you are, you know exactly where you want to walk. You walk with distinction, a martyr for that cause of cool.
You try so hard, baby, but not hard enough for the rest of this year is just gonna be too tough.
The summer was easy, the winter will be hard. Barren mother nature, white like a cala lily.
She stretches across the land, and there you sit in the middle of her womb, wondering why the same place you were born will also be your tomb.
I can't stand to think that way. Your death will truly awaken me. Shake me, violently like the wildest earth quake. But you aren't dead are you? You're still alive, I feel the pulse.
Deep inside of me a girl has changed into the woman she was supposed to be. What kind of woman stands there and lets herself feel so alone.
Alone though is my solitude and alone is where I stay.
Smoke a couple cigarettes get some time out of the way.
It hurts sometimes, that I'm not able to be what I truly wish to be.
But I'll be fine as long as you are there with me.
Oh glorious summer day, how I long for your sun rays. Bathe me Apollo, bathe me in your beauty. In your hellenistic style of indulgence.
I love the way you speak, like words are your weapon, they're mine too, let's battle.
Who would win in a battle of lovers like a civil war stuck in a third world country.
If this is a first world, and they are the third, then who is the second, and why can't we all be called by one word. One name, one people. We could never be that way.
Too nationalist, too secularist, too passive, aggressive.
Never the right amount, and never impressive.
But when you speak to me, I forget about the woes, I endanger myself, expose myself to love, the most dangerous of emotions. They kind you wouldn't be able to feel if you weren't willing. I'm willing, vile feeling, come into me, hurt me, thrash me, abuse me.
I tend not to care, what happens to my physical form, but you are there in my emotional zone. Telling me things I've always wanted to hear. When I awaken, it was just a dream, a hallucination. Lord knows I've had those.
But god has nothing to do with it does it. Nothing at all. He just sits and waits till we actually need his help. We got ourselves in this mess.
Oh lucky animals of the world, with no need for love. A cruel creation was this human mind capable of doing whatever I think.
I sit, I sit, I stand, I sit, I sink.
For getting up is hard when you have nothing to aspire too.
My main motivation, it was you.
But now I feel, I'm overwhelmed, unable to handle the feelings that delve too deep into my heart to actually find consolation.
Stuck in between regret and improvisation.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
More Poetry
Rhymes with Brooms
I injested you, YOU VILE POISON.
Stop corrupting my innards and making me see what really isn't.
Its too late now ISN'T IT?
You just work your way through my body as if you don't even care about whether or not I make it through the night.
At first you were pleasant and you made me laugh, you made the trees weary of my existence. You made them ready for the prowl.
Later you ripped me open.
You confused me, more than any human being ever could.
You birthed me into a much sicker world than the one I was birthed in many years ago.
A dirty sick place where people spill their guts.
I felt
That's all I can honestly say, every emotion was there was up to bat and ready to play.
You educated me, you guide you. I was just a young psychonaut ready for a ride.
I bought the ticket, I didn't want to go on.
Not yet
Never much a fan of rollercoasters.
Adrenaline isn't my favorite high.
But you aren't adrenaline at all are you?
Pscilocybin, straight out of Hunter S Thompson
and into my infantile brain
and when I woke up the next morning mentally aged 30 years
I knew I would never be the same.
I injested you, YOU VILE POISON.
Stop corrupting my innards and making me see what really isn't.
Its too late now ISN'T IT?
You just work your way through my body as if you don't even care about whether or not I make it through the night.
At first you were pleasant and you made me laugh, you made the trees weary of my existence. You made them ready for the prowl.
Later you ripped me open.
You confused me, more than any human being ever could.
You birthed me into a much sicker world than the one I was birthed in many years ago.
A dirty sick place where people spill their guts.
I felt
That's all I can honestly say, every emotion was there was up to bat and ready to play.
You educated me, you guide you. I was just a young psychonaut ready for a ride.
I bought the ticket, I didn't want to go on.
Not yet
Never much a fan of rollercoasters.
Adrenaline isn't my favorite high.
But you aren't adrenaline at all are you?
Pscilocybin, straight out of Hunter S Thompson
and into my infantile brain
and when I woke up the next morning mentally aged 30 years
I knew I would never be the same.
Poetry
Liar
Cat food cans and dance macabre
Ta visage est beau mais c'est sombre.
I just want to hold hands
All this talk about romance, is killing me in...
In such a kind way...
You let me down awkwardly
You just don't let me down like that
LIAR, with a smile that could disembowel me
Why did you light that candle, honey, blow it out and turn on the light
I'm sweating, I'm nauseous, I'm not ALRIGHT
I should've kept it a secret
Now all I have to do is regret
See you at the nest suaree
Mais, pourquois, mon amour, donnez moi votre coeur
Embrace-moi, tout les soirs, je t'aime vous, vous et mois devnnons nous.
Cheesiness aside, I lied
I'm just a child of the free spirt
I can go whichever way I please
I can't stand it when you look over my shoulder
And touch it just to tease
It's not fair to be so cruel
To such a little woman
Which is so unlike me
But around you I'm small
My knees buckle
I crawl
Like the infant I devolved into
Suddenly I regain my composure
I realize I was just daydreaming again
Homo Erectus
Homo Erectus, Homo Erectus
Peace talks and vector, defiant collectors, grabbing at everything.
Reliant inspectors, picking away at this murder investigation.
They flew to the train station, and there was an elation during the duration of the creation of heart....relation, salvation, destination, desperation, at least you carried me over the threshhold.
Homo Erectus Homo Erectus
Baby come and meet us, for you feel to me like a fetus, soft skin rubs against the old.
We'll still sit and sip on Margaritas. Living life with teenage libidos.
Do you hear the violins, well neither do I, but here is where I break the rotation, we cry, we lie, we sigh. You told me life was a circle. It doesn't feel very circular to me when you're such a square. Revealed to me a newborn 20 something year old with eyes open, face bare. Young Indian, did you know you were a chief, well I'm a priestess, wanna cheat?
Homo Erectus Homo Erectus
Do you respect us? This is priceless, the smile completes the outfit you so carefully picked out. Nice vest, i'm impressed. When you're on the spot, you stay on it for oh so long. We pick, we're fickle, we like, we hate, we buy on whims and we mate. To be a human being, how boring, not an angel like you. Sweet cheeks tell me, do you even get the flu? Immortal, moral, coitus, coil, Shakespeare wrote exactly what I feel everyday. It doesn't matter what play. For I'm a human easily written, stereotype me and place me on a page, I'll fit in next to xylophone, a nice picture of me trapped in my human flesh cage.
Homo Erectus Homo Erectus, You're a joke!
Cat food cans and dance macabre
Ta visage est beau mais c'est sombre.
I just want to hold hands
All this talk about romance, is killing me in...
In such a kind way...
You let me down awkwardly
You just don't let me down like that
LIAR, with a smile that could disembowel me
Why did you light that candle, honey, blow it out and turn on the light
I'm sweating, I'm nauseous, I'm not ALRIGHT
I should've kept it a secret
Now all I have to do is regret
See you at the nest suaree
Mais, pourquois, mon amour, donnez moi votre coeur
Embrace-moi, tout les soirs, je t'aime vous, vous et mois devnnons nous.
Cheesiness aside, I lied
I'm just a child of the free spirt
I can go whichever way I please
I can't stand it when you look over my shoulder
And touch it just to tease
It's not fair to be so cruel
To such a little woman
Which is so unlike me
But around you I'm small
My knees buckle
I crawl
Like the infant I devolved into
Suddenly I regain my composure
I realize I was just daydreaming again
Homo Erectus
Homo Erectus, Homo Erectus
Peace talks and vector, defiant collectors, grabbing at everything.
Reliant inspectors, picking away at this murder investigation.
They flew to the train station, and there was an elation during the duration of the creation of heart....relation, salvation, destination, desperation, at least you carried me over the threshhold.
Homo Erectus Homo Erectus
Baby come and meet us, for you feel to me like a fetus, soft skin rubs against the old.
We'll still sit and sip on Margaritas. Living life with teenage libidos.
Do you hear the violins, well neither do I, but here is where I break the rotation, we cry, we lie, we sigh. You told me life was a circle. It doesn't feel very circular to me when you're such a square. Revealed to me a newborn 20 something year old with eyes open, face bare. Young Indian, did you know you were a chief, well I'm a priestess, wanna cheat?
Homo Erectus Homo Erectus
Do you respect us? This is priceless, the smile completes the outfit you so carefully picked out. Nice vest, i'm impressed. When you're on the spot, you stay on it for oh so long. We pick, we're fickle, we like, we hate, we buy on whims and we mate. To be a human being, how boring, not an angel like you. Sweet cheeks tell me, do you even get the flu? Immortal, moral, coitus, coil, Shakespeare wrote exactly what I feel everyday. It doesn't matter what play. For I'm a human easily written, stereotype me and place me on a page, I'll fit in next to xylophone, a nice picture of me trapped in my human flesh cage.
Homo Erectus Homo Erectus, You're a joke!
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