Sunday, March 27, 2011

Inalienable Right

A murder of crows flies into the waning sunset
And the casket is stripped of it's old glory
The salute is lacking live rounds for fear
That death would come again to the live one
But the living should be gone in good time
And never will there be another bad rhyme
So stew in the reaping of your life's harvest
While innocent men ruin their lives and fight
For freedom to kill and the right to die
Don't stop a soldier,
a soldier will always prevail.

Pointless

It seems pointless to keep updating this.

No one reads it anyway.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Morning Thoughts

Getting out of bed in the morning seems like such a drag.
Maybe one of these days I'll just lay in bed until I die.
I can't wait until I can just wither away on a mattress.
What fun... oh what fun it will be.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

This Is What I Think About

Goldfish swimming in a little ugly pond
Rain drops killing all the ugly little moms
Babies running through the meadow
I can hear the pitter-patter
I can hear the whistle blowing
As the train comes to take me away

Dog food in a bowl waiting on the shelf
Eating mice and bowls of rice is not a living hell
Angels coming for you now
I can hear the wings go
I can hear the swords unsheathe
As the samurai comes to kill me

Ancient mystics sang their songs softly
Druids sacrifice another for their gods
Satan's laughing with delight
I can hear you calling
I can hear you laughing loud
As I fall into a pit and never do return

Hypothalamus helps them to fall asleep and dream
Blue clouds drop over me bringing on white rain
Children bring their guns to school
I can hear them crying
I can hear them aiming down
As I take my last deep breath, don't stop me

I'm Talking About You

Do you read this?
Or do you think of me?
When I'm lonely
in my misery.

Does it get you off to keep me in the dark?

Will you ever
bring me to light?
You could always
give me back my life.

Will anything ever be like it was before?

Why can't you
just talk to me
normally
like it used to be?

Why won't you just leave me for dead?

If I had a wish
I would want you to
accept me and love me.
Just hold me.

Do you even know who I'm talking about right now?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Cry

I cry each and every day
And yet the pain won't go away
Almost fed up with all this shit
I wish these cunts could just quit.



**Author's note: If you just got upset by this... I'm not calling you a cunt. HOLLY! :-P I don't think you're a cunt, it was written about someone else**

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Just Some Venting

"And the four right chords can make me cry."
-Third Eye Blind Semi-Charmed Life

Take me home
I don't want to sleep alone
Sleepless nights
Even though I pretend it's alright
I can't help
How I feel
But I think I should
Apologize to you
Why does life have to be so simple
Yet so difficult in its simplicity?
I could fix the situation
With three small words
Or maybe I would destroy a life
With the same three words
I don't know anymore
But I do know
That until I hear otherwise
I'm keeping my thoughts
And my hands
To myself.

The Angel You Are

**Author note: I actually spent some time on this one... revised it a little bit... it wasn't off the top of my head like most of my writing.**

I seem to have aged years in the past seven days
Although, I have learned what it is to love,
And I've seen what it's like to have a lack thereof.
Just like the wise man always says:
"It's better to have loved and lost
Than to have never loved before."
But the wise old man never had to pay the cost
of hearing the slam of a closing door.
The door that locks out the heart of a woman,
It closes out all the things that could have been.
I thought it might have been different with you
But I guess he saved his prize. You'll never have to
Be treated like the angel you are.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Over

Anything I wanted
Is as well as over
It will never happen
I know that now.

Why I'm Drunk

I'm sitting in my room.
Drinking liquor straight.
The drunker I get the easier it is.
I hate myself most days.
But when I'm drunk I love who I am.
I love being happy.
I love being carefree.
I love being drunk.
Because that's what it does for me.

"Somebody" - Depeche Mode

Tired Of Being Drunk And Pissed Off

Tired
Drunk
Pissed off.

I wish it was different
I wish you knew what I do
I wish you could tell
That I would take a bullet for you

This shit isn't even going to make sense
But I don't really give a shit anymore
All I want is you in my arms
Instead of hiding behind closed doors

Yearning never did me any good
Not only have I lost, but I never won
There's always been a lot of women
But you're the only one.

The only one that actually matters
The only one I don't want to drown
Leaving my heart in rags and tatters
I fell a long way when I fell down

I fell hard and I fell fast
But hypothetical will never last
I just wish my whole life was different
But I'd die if you were never in it

On occasion I think of my own mortality
And in a different situation I might be
Grateful for life, and not waiting for death
But I don't really care if I take another breath

And as you read through this
Don't ever think I would dismiss
My beautiful daughter, she just will never
Know who I am, but I'll love her forever

I'm not being selfish, you're just the only one
The only person I can see, the one who takes my life
Not in a physical way, but more emotional
The devotion sticks in my ribs like a knife.

I know I'm going to die alone.
I've come to accept it.
I'll never be with you.
I just have to accept it.

First, probably the last.

Discretion is paramount to success
And although it may never happen again
I cherish it for what it was
And I will remember it always.