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Posted 11 April 2007 - 09:08 PM
you are you no matter what you do
flawed animal walking around on your hind legs
poor reflection a consuming obsession
turn within and turn away
can't look yourself in the eye
mirriors got it all backwards
blood sweat and tears for someone elses gain
and it's all the same all the same
day in and day out
i'm a good person, i have a job i pay taxes, i'm a good person
you can't drink form the cup of the gods, they fling you from the table
you will never see nirvana
keep us busy, keep us broken
nose to the grind stone so you don't look up and see something more
ask the greater questions they have no key for
never taught us in school true knowlegde
all the is and ever will be is in side your our mind but you can't stop to think
can't stop working 9-5, 5,6,7 days a week
can't stop paying the bills
can't stop buying useless crap
can't stop to think
WHY THE FUCK AM I DOING THIS!!!
keep you under, keep you wanting, needing, begging for more
more of nothing,
we can't medate under a tree for 20 years because work starts at 9, and we only get a hour for lunch that we work during to get ahead...
to ahead of what, to where....
to nothing you poor dumb animal
I do this for you 'cause
I don't know how to do it for myself
I'm a muse--
but I can't write for myself
Once your shadow curls inside your heart
it never leaves--never.
Even when I'm laughing
even when I smile...
In happiness, still it stays.
So I do this for you 'cause
I don't know how to do it for myself.
I do this for you...
one more day,
I have countless notebooks full but that would be a bit much...so I chose these two at random.
Posted 12 April 2007 - 06:58 AM
I'm there but no one cares.
12, 14, 16 hours...
and on my days off.
My back aches, my knees are busted.
All to make it better.
I improve it but no one cares.
I turn the earth with my hands.
Move the past with my broken body.
You have let it rot! You have let it fester!
The garden a waste land, you can fell the apathy in the very ground.
Only the weeds and broken terra cotta stand vidgil.
Still I shoulder my shovel and make for the plot.
Hope in better tomorrows as the seeds fall into their grave.
Sunburnt under grey sky.
And I never argued or asked why.
You made this my duty. You made this my problem.
Because I just walked up and did what should have been done,
It never should have happen. To let some thing fall so far.
So now it's on me.
There will finally be some one to blame for your lazy inaction.
This state of disrepair.
The garden a grave yard, the greenhouse its mausoleum.
The whole thing a shrine to a long forgotten prime.
When you still cared and were aware of how much you could do.
Before you cared only for what you could have.
Now it's on my head and it's future in my hands.
You have placed this on me.
Posted 15 April 2007 - 09:35 PM
My family's gone goth...and it's all my fault
oh one rainy night, to a club is where i went
needed a d.d. and my money was spent
so i asked my mom to ride along
and on the way there i played every Projekt song
well they family's gone goth, what am i to do!
you wouldn't think it's funny if it happen to you!
yes we do wish everyday was halloween--
when you get the family christmas card you'll know what i mean
i dressed her in all in black,
even if she was just wearing a sweater and some slacks
once in the club i drink a few rounds
suddenly my mother's saying "that guy looks great in that evening gown"
well, the family's gone goth, got tattoos and piercings cause they make a great gift
you can bet granny's in a miff
she mad she can't go to the club
cause she broke her hip, when she slipped in the tub!
dad was mad that he didn't get to go
so then i had to take him to a Voltaire show
now he wants to be a slayer and Eric Draven is his hero
he's stolen all my cds and burning up nero
well, the family's gone goth, fighting over who gets to drive the hearse
from here on in i know it only will get worse
i know they'll want to name my baby Lestat, Lily or Drac!
have you ever seen a nursery all decked out in black!
my corset top and eyeliner are missing
there's black lipstick on mom and it's dad that she's been kissing
there's fishnets on the line, and wax stuck to the living room floor
the neighbors never see us and wounder if we live here anymore
well, the family's gone goth and that's just fine with me
the spooky side of things they've all really come to see
so stop in some time, for dinner and a bite,
whenever is fine, so long as it's a night!
Posted 17 April 2007 - 02:59 AM
Posted 17 April 2007 - 02:35 PM
Posted 08 July 2007 - 09:27 PM
I see what you did there.
A fractured mind is a beautiful thing.
The internet is for...
"If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different, I'd rather be completely fucking mental!"
We're all born the same way: wet, cold, and screaming; life is just as messy as death.
We all eat, drink, piss, shit, fuck, and die. Someone mind tellin' me the punch line?
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