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Anonymous
Chained Man
I am the chained man at your dinner table
Depriving myself of a vital subsistence
Unable to taste the sweet nectar of grace
For my taste buds have been burned away
I am the chained man at your bedside
Tired eyes cast adrift in a motionless state
Unable to sleep in soundless waves
For my eyelids have been cut away
I am the chained man at your doorstep
Asking to be granted entrance but ignored
Unable to master the resolute protections
For my fingers have been severed at the tips
I am the chained man in your basement cellar
Hearing the occasional footsteps against floorboards
Reminds me that I am yet alive but that death is near
For my lungs suffocate with neglect in the stale air
I am the chained man on the tailgate of your pickup truck
Bounding in gasping breaths hastening to keep the pace
Unable to catch your speed I falter and loose my balance
For my legs and knees have crumbled in your wake
I am the chained man in your dreams of fantasy
Fading from sight my visage is ghostly and transparent
Unable to remain against torrential floods of memory
For my thoughts grow weak and diminish their spark
I am the chained man imprisoned in a sphere of glass
Looking beyond the veil at visions of blissful eloquence
The skin of my wrists has been reduced to mortar and bone
For my escape from this self-imposed bastille of isolation is impossible
I am the chained man barricaded by walls of reflective metal
Forced to examine my decay in the mire of echoing solitude
I lick my wounds in silence with dry cracked lips
For my tongue has melted away and I can no longer speak
I am the chained man suffering through inhibition and inaction
Yet understanding that my destiny is to remain confined
To be a victim of my own doing and to reside in secrecy
For my afflicted body and tortured mind will never know love
I am the chained man at your dinner table
Depriving myself of a vital subsistence
Unable to taste the sweet nectar of grace
For my taste buds have been burned away
I am the chained man at your bedside
Tired eyes cast adrift in a motionless state
Unable to sleep in soundless waves
For my eyelids have been cut away
I am the chained man at your doorstep
Asking to be granted entrance but ignored
Unable to master the resolute protections
For my fingers have been severed at the tips
I am the chained man in your basement cellar
Hearing the occasional footsteps against floorboards
Reminds me that I am yet alive but that death is near
For my lungs suffocate with neglect in the stale air
I am the chained man on the tailgate of your pickup truck
Bounding in gasping breaths hastening to keep the pace
Unable to catch your speed I falter and loose my balance
For my legs and knees have crumbled in your wake
I am the chained man in your dreams of fantasy
Fading from sight my visage is ghostly and transparent
Unable to remain against torrential floods of memory
For my thoughts grow weak and diminish their spark
I am the chained man imprisoned in a sphere of glass
Looking beyond the veil at visions of blissful eloquence
The skin of my wrists has been reduced to mortar and bone
For my escape from this self-imposed bastille of isolation is impossible
I am the chained man barricaded by walls of reflective metal
Forced to examine my decay in the mire of echoing solitude
I lick my wounds in silence with dry cracked lips
For my tongue has melted away and I can no longer speak
I am the chained man suffering through inhibition and inaction
Yet understanding that my destiny is to remain confined
To be a victim of my own doing and to reside in secrecy
For my afflicted body and tortured mind will never know love
Life Unpredicted
I am going to share a story of a girl I once knew.
I will say from the start that all this is true!
She was a soft hearted girl, very kind and sometimes shy.
She loved to spend her days mostly outside.
She had lots of friends that she would hang with a lot.
They would play lots of sports, but really loved manhunt!
A good girl was she, kept her school work mostly top notch,
Yet the pain that she felt, she kept behind a lock.
No one knew what this young girl really felt, for she kept it well hid.
After all she was just a kid.
During the day was a fun time, with school and her friends.
But it was the night that she mostly would dread.
A mother this girl had, that she loved to bits
A mother that care and loved her kids
After coming in for the day, from a day of play,
A warm meal was usually the normal deal.
With shower taken, pajamas on,
This girl knew the night would be long.
All snuggled in bed, a nice pillow to rest her head,
A kiss from mom, goodnight sweetheart, I’ll see you in the morn.
But the little girl knew, that this seemed to good to be true,
Because in the next hour or two, all hell would break loose.
As she lies in bed, dreams barely bouncing off moon beams,
That’s when it came, the sound, she now awake!
The car door slams, next the front door,
Why does this man treat my mother like some cheap little whore?
Yet another night in a drunken rage,
Sour breath of beer, whiskey and sin.
Why did you make this dinner have to suck so much?
Hmm, she thought, man this guy is fucked up!
Now with the plate smashed on the floor,
Mother had one thing in mind, let’s head for the door.
Come on kids grab your stuff, I’m not staying here and listening to his shit!
And in a moment or two, in the car they all split!
You see this seems like a nightmare to maybe you who read,
But this was the life that this girl did lead.
Mom, it’s three in the morning, where are we going?
We’ll see if my brothers home, or go to a motel or something!
So as many a night they trekked the same path,
Always looking behind, looking out for Dad!
This girl finally lays her head on a pillow, not hers’ but it will have to do.
Her pillow back home is practically brand new; with all these night trips it
hardly gets used.
Oh, and the mornings, they really do suck, for now this poor kid has to go
school…good luck!
As she sits in class trying her best, in her small little mind, she replays the nights past.
She feels sorry for her mom; for she knows she hasn’t done shit to deserve this.
Many years add up and the night seems like last, till one day it came when this finally
would pass.
This girl now a bit older and could see things more sober. She would sit in a chair
And hear what had to be said.
Your mother and I have come to an end!
After a lifetime of tears, sharp words, and fears, could this really be ,
Could she finally be free?
Pushing her chair back and exiting the room, a tear built in her eye,
Wishing she had a better life that had already passed her by.
Now a teen, this pretty girl had a dream like no other,
To find a guy who would love her more than her father loved her mother.
She quickly found out that her dream was a disaster,
The guys she met always just turned into bastards!
She felt used and abused, heart torn apart,
This young woman now felt that she’d already wondered this ground.
One day soon, she’d say I do, to a man that swore he loved her just as she is,
He’d be a father to her children, because they now were going to have a kid.
Seven months after marriage motherhood came abound.
Could she really have her hopes and dreams and still have her feet on the ground?
But as with everything, it all grows old,, the kisses the hugs, the tickles, the rubs.
Now a mother to a precious baby girl, she swore to herself she would not lead her on the road
that she knew ended up in hell,
But pretty soon, she saw her past life opening up to well.
Nine mouths later, another on the way,
She did her best to keep up to his puppetering sways.
Where did she miss it, the signs of this misfit?
She was a good wife and didn’t deserve this shit!
So as the days end, each turning in her head
She lies at night and slowly cries.
How could this be, this man and me?
How can I love someone who just pushes me aside?
Sometimes wishing she could die.
Many years, broke her down like powder,
I think it even took away most of her laughter.
Like the child she was and now cries inside,
Still holding it with-in, for she must hide.
---------------------------------------------------
Hello, I’d like to tell you my life,
Let’s start from the beginning
It may be long and not so nice.
But maybe I’ll be able to finish
Before I start the ending.
Life unpredicted…
Tell me, really
Is
It?
I am going to share a story of a girl I once knew.
I will say from the start that all this is true!
She was a soft hearted girl, very kind and sometimes shy.
She loved to spend her days mostly outside.
She had lots of friends that she would hang with a lot.
They would play lots of sports, but really loved manhunt!
A good girl was she, kept her school work mostly top notch,
Yet the pain that she felt, she kept behind a lock.
No one knew what this young girl really felt, for she kept it well hid.
After all she was just a kid.
During the day was a fun time, with school and her friends.
But it was the night that she mostly would dread.
A mother this girl had, that she loved to bits
A mother that care and loved her kids
After coming in for the day, from a day of play,
A warm meal was usually the normal deal.
With shower taken, pajamas on,
This girl knew the night would be long.
All snuggled in bed, a nice pillow to rest her head,
A kiss from mom, goodnight sweetheart, I’ll see you in the morn.
But the little girl knew, that this seemed to good to be true,
Because in the next hour or two, all hell would break loose.
As she lies in bed, dreams barely bouncing off moon beams,
That’s when it came, the sound, she now awake!
The car door slams, next the front door,
Why does this man treat my mother like some cheap little whore?
Yet another night in a drunken rage,
Sour breath of beer, whiskey and sin.
Why did you make this dinner have to suck so much?
Hmm, she thought, man this guy is fucked up!
Now with the plate smashed on the floor,
Mother had one thing in mind, let’s head for the door.
Come on kids grab your stuff, I’m not staying here and listening to his shit!
And in a moment or two, in the car they all split!
You see this seems like a nightmare to maybe you who read,
But this was the life that this girl did lead.
Mom, it’s three in the morning, where are we going?
We’ll see if my brothers home, or go to a motel or something!
So as many a night they trekked the same path,
Always looking behind, looking out for Dad!
This girl finally lays her head on a pillow, not hers’ but it will have to do.
Her pillow back home is practically brand new; with all these night trips it
hardly gets used.
Oh, and the mornings, they really do suck, for now this poor kid has to go
school…good luck!
As she sits in class trying her best, in her small little mind, she replays the nights past.
She feels sorry for her mom; for she knows she hasn’t done shit to deserve this.
Many years add up and the night seems like last, till one day it came when this finally
would pass.
This girl now a bit older and could see things more sober. She would sit in a chair
And hear what had to be said.
Your mother and I have come to an end!
After a lifetime of tears, sharp words, and fears, could this really be ,
Could she finally be free?
Pushing her chair back and exiting the room, a tear built in her eye,
Wishing she had a better life that had already passed her by.
Now a teen, this pretty girl had a dream like no other,
To find a guy who would love her more than her father loved her mother.
She quickly found out that her dream was a disaster,
The guys she met always just turned into bastards!
She felt used and abused, heart torn apart,
This young woman now felt that she’d already wondered this ground.
One day soon, she’d say I do, to a man that swore he loved her just as she is,
He’d be a father to her children, because they now were going to have a kid.
Seven months after marriage motherhood came abound.
Could she really have her hopes and dreams and still have her feet on the ground?
But as with everything, it all grows old,, the kisses the hugs, the tickles, the rubs.
Now a mother to a precious baby girl, she swore to herself she would not lead her on the road
that she knew ended up in hell,
But pretty soon, she saw her past life opening up to well.
Nine mouths later, another on the way,
She did her best to keep up to his puppetering sways.
Where did she miss it, the signs of this misfit?
She was a good wife and didn’t deserve this shit!
So as the days end, each turning in her head
She lies at night and slowly cries.
How could this be, this man and me?
How can I love someone who just pushes me aside?
Sometimes wishing she could die.
Many years, broke her down like powder,
I think it even took away most of her laughter.
Like the child she was and now cries inside,
Still holding it with-in, for she must hide.
---------------------------------------------------
Hello, I’d like to tell you my life,
Let’s start from the beginning
It may be long and not so nice.
But maybe I’ll be able to finish
Before I start the ending.
Life unpredicted…
Tell me, really
Is
It?
Open Mind
Poem Image
i want to be blind..
therefor to have no open mind...
so i can no longer see the evil that has fallen
apone my world.
never to see the murderous attempts by those i love,
those i once knew...
i want to hid from them...
from sin, from hate,from the darkness.
i want to fall out of this earth,
to appear in a new do-mention.
i want to be blind..
to have no open mind..
so i shall never see what i have actualized...
the charechter that i have commenced...
to appear pure like a Tsutsuji flower..
i want to see no more..
of what has become of this world..
i want it to cease to exist.
from parts that i have believed once.
i want to be blind,
therefor to have no open mind.
-Kumiko Yamamoto
Poem Image
i want to be blind..
therefor to have no open mind...
so i can no longer see the evil that has fallen
apone my world.
never to see the murderous attempts by those i love,
those i once knew...
i want to hid from them...
from sin, from hate,from the darkness.
i want to fall out of this earth,
to appear in a new do-mention.
i want to be blind..
to have no open mind..
so i shall never see what i have actualized...
the charechter that i have commenced...
to appear pure like a Tsutsuji flower..
i want to see no more..
of what has become of this world..
i want it to cease to exist.
from parts that i have believed once.
i want to be blind,
therefor to have no open mind.
-Kumiko Yamamoto
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- Prophet, Prophecy, and Gift -
Vision I – The Storm
So many are constrained, in every land and nation,
Knowing not of freedom, nor of love's sweet elation.
Look on within thy heart, and the root of it appears,
We are the authors of all our woes and all our fears.
But a new dawn is coming, and from the land to sea,
Love will have its' blessed hour, and all shall be free!
Man can be a prideful beast, assuming many things…
Appointing himself above his station, in virtue’s name!
But we were there when man had yet no mortal kings,
And I beheld, all that brings man so very much shame.
Preach not to me, oh children, lest you walk as I do…
Sing not the songs of those who revere dogma and lie.
What cometh soon is not of man; oh what shall ensue,
As when the Elder Gods awoke the Ancients to deny!
Many signs have come to pass, and many still will fall,
Before the gate is opened wide and the hidden shown.
Our masks shall be cast off, and heard will be the call,
In the storm’s midst, when loudest a wind must moan!
Some have heard already, and awoken to their spirits,
Whilst others slumber in hope to hear not the sound…
But when the breeze reaches where complacency sits,
Everyone will awaken as if all risen from underground.
No more illusions then, shall separate men and gods…
And all who walk unseen shall be revealed, as by light.
For but a space, many will put down sword and rods!
The toll of mortal pride will be exacted by gift of sight.
Vision II – The Judgment
So many are constrained, in every land and nation,
Knowing not of freedom, nor of love's sweet elation.
Look on within thy heart, and the root of it appears,
We are the authors of all our woes and all our fears.
But a new dawn is coming, and from the land to sea,
Love will have its' blessed hour, and all shall be free!
A judgment hath been passed and not by any judge…
Whilst those who govern mislead: and are also misled.
But those who judge not shall be freed of any grudge,
Even when the most sacred land’s water hath run red.
The stains of intolerance shall fade away in new rain…
When naked eyes, see that which lies in hidden hearts.
Those looking down on others will know others’ pain,
And the secrets of angels will be seen, in earthly parts.
Some will try to blind themselves as when Atlantis fell,
Proclaiming safety for the wicked, and salvation dead.
Believing to know the worth of Heaven, and of Hell…
Those who preached damnation will suffer their dread.
The signs that came, that come, and that are imminent,
Will be revealed in all the works and arts of this age…
Even as the leaders of men, offer a false enlightenment!
Seek ye after truths hid deep in fictions clever to stage.
In the company of angels, I heard of what is to pass…
And saw the androgynous nature of pure love, set free.
The flesh of man is a thin disguise, transparent as glass,
But souls wither not as grass, being sturdy as any tree.
Vision III – The Season
So many are constrained, in every land and nation,
Knowing not of freedom, nor of love's sweet elation.
Look on within thy heart, and the root of it appears,
We are the authors of all our woes and all our fears.
But a new dawn is coming, and from the land to sea,
Love will have its' blessed hour, and all shall be free!
Words are merely tools to communicate higher ideas…
But some concepts cannot be spoken of in such a way.
Just as the most profound wisdom, is deep as the seas,
The truths behind my words will shine as bright as day.
But not for those who seek to understand with the eye,
Save that eye which is gifted to all, but only some use…
That same: which only wise mystics, would never deny.
With such perception, any sight can pierce flesh’s ruse!
Similarly, the limitations of words can be transcended…
And so I speak plainly, knowing I shall be understood.
Dark is prophecy, prophet, and gift when commanded,
To show what lies hid beneath a divine cowl and hood.
A winter snow must fall ere spring’s seeds bear the life,
Which gives birth to the new summer of future cycles…
And soon shall come such a time, an end to bitter strife.
Fill thy heart with hope, for the melting of colder icicles!
The season of blood red flowers passes like sad dream,
Whilst the seeds of peace, are planted in kindly souls…
Soon cometh new flowers that are more than they seem.
Love finds its’ way, when compassion’s hour consoles!
Vision I – The Storm
So many are constrained, in every land and nation,
Knowing not of freedom, nor of love's sweet elation.
Look on within thy heart, and the root of it appears,
We are the authors of all our woes and all our fears.
But a new dawn is coming, and from the land to sea,
Love will have its' blessed hour, and all shall be free!
Man can be a prideful beast, assuming many things…
Appointing himself above his station, in virtue’s name!
But we were there when man had yet no mortal kings,
And I beheld, all that brings man so very much shame.
Preach not to me, oh children, lest you walk as I do…
Sing not the songs of those who revere dogma and lie.
What cometh soon is not of man; oh what shall ensue,
As when the Elder Gods awoke the Ancients to deny!
Many signs have come to pass, and many still will fall,
Before the gate is opened wide and the hidden shown.
Our masks shall be cast off, and heard will be the call,
In the storm’s midst, when loudest a wind must moan!
Some have heard already, and awoken to their spirits,
Whilst others slumber in hope to hear not the sound…
But when the breeze reaches where complacency sits,
Everyone will awaken as if all risen from underground.
No more illusions then, shall separate men and gods…
And all who walk unseen shall be revealed, as by light.
For but a space, many will put down sword and rods!
The toll of mortal pride will be exacted by gift of sight.
Vision II – The Judgment
So many are constrained, in every land and nation,
Knowing not of freedom, nor of love's sweet elation.
Look on within thy heart, and the root of it appears,
We are the authors of all our woes and all our fears.
But a new dawn is coming, and from the land to sea,
Love will have its' blessed hour, and all shall be free!
A judgment hath been passed and not by any judge…
Whilst those who govern mislead: and are also misled.
But those who judge not shall be freed of any grudge,
Even when the most sacred land’s water hath run red.
The stains of intolerance shall fade away in new rain…
When naked eyes, see that which lies in hidden hearts.
Those looking down on others will know others’ pain,
And the secrets of angels will be seen, in earthly parts.
Some will try to blind themselves as when Atlantis fell,
Proclaiming safety for the wicked, and salvation dead.
Believing to know the worth of Heaven, and of Hell…
Those who preached damnation will suffer their dread.
The signs that came, that come, and that are imminent,
Will be revealed in all the works and arts of this age…
Even as the leaders of men, offer a false enlightenment!
Seek ye after truths hid deep in fictions clever to stage.
In the company of angels, I heard of what is to pass…
And saw the androgynous nature of pure love, set free.
The flesh of man is a thin disguise, transparent as glass,
But souls wither not as grass, being sturdy as any tree.
Vision III – The Season
So many are constrained, in every land and nation,
Knowing not of freedom, nor of love's sweet elation.
Look on within thy heart, and the root of it appears,
We are the authors of all our woes and all our fears.
But a new dawn is coming, and from the land to sea,
Love will have its' blessed hour, and all shall be free!
Words are merely tools to communicate higher ideas…
But some concepts cannot be spoken of in such a way.
Just as the most profound wisdom, is deep as the seas,
The truths behind my words will shine as bright as day.
But not for those who seek to understand with the eye,
Save that eye which is gifted to all, but only some use…
That same: which only wise mystics, would never deny.
With such perception, any sight can pierce flesh’s ruse!
Similarly, the limitations of words can be transcended…
And so I speak plainly, knowing I shall be understood.
Dark is prophecy, prophet, and gift when commanded,
To show what lies hid beneath a divine cowl and hood.
A winter snow must fall ere spring’s seeds bear the life,
Which gives birth to the new summer of future cycles…
And soon shall come such a time, an end to bitter strife.
Fill thy heart with hope, for the melting of colder icicles!
The season of blood red flowers passes like sad dream,
Whilst the seeds of peace, are planted in kindly souls…
Soon cometh new flowers that are more than they seem.
Love finds its’ way, when compassion’s hour consoles!
Anonymous
Don't Trust Me Huh?
we started out with just a comment on a poem
then we started having really cool talks
they went from sharing things about life
to soon sharing personal things
but then you had to say: "I don't trust you!"
it was like putting a knife in my heart
that's when it all went crazy
how can you not trust someone
that you have told personal things with
asked advice from with atleast two situations
we didn't always agree on each subject
I held respect for you and your opinion though
so many converstions turned bad with us
our friendship was broken apart
no chance of changing it around
now we don't talk at all
don't even have a chance to say sorry
but I guess you don't want to know
so off on our seperate ways
to never relate to one a nother again
not share a single thing again
reality of life hits my heart once more
we started out with just a comment on a poem
then we started having really cool talks
they went from sharing things about life
to soon sharing personal things
but then you had to say: "I don't trust you!"
it was like putting a knife in my heart
that's when it all went crazy
how can you not trust someone
that you have told personal things with
asked advice from with atleast two situations
we didn't always agree on each subject
I held respect for you and your opinion though
so many converstions turned bad with us
our friendship was broken apart
no chance of changing it around
now we don't talk at all
don't even have a chance to say sorry
but I guess you don't want to know
so off on our seperate ways
to never relate to one a nother again
not share a single thing again
reality of life hits my heart once more
Stronger
How did I get to this lonely place
Am I that much of a homely disgrace
I sit around here so fucking pathetic
Pointlessly waiting for you to be apologetic
Why bother trying to fool me with your lies
Your trickery brings me to so many cries
Why do I care, I already said it was over
I need to let you go so I can finally get some closure
Thank you for fucking up yet again
Reminding me my choice is not made in vane
I am no longer confused on my decision
I now own hind sight's 20/20 vision
All these years I thought I needed to change
My whole life for you I would rearrange
Now I see that you are the one to fault
So I am bringing this "marriage" to a screeching halt
I wish you the best of luck with your new life
Maybe it will be better without a loving wife
I hope we can stay civil for our three kids
Knowing you, that won't be where I put my bids
So pack your shit and get out of my face
You are no longer welcome in my new found space
I am fighting angry; sad I am no longer
Because of this, I am now even stronger
How did I get to this lonely place
Am I that much of a homely disgrace
I sit around here so fucking pathetic
Pointlessly waiting for you to be apologetic
Why bother trying to fool me with your lies
Your trickery brings me to so many cries
Why do I care, I already said it was over
I need to let you go so I can finally get some closure
Thank you for fucking up yet again
Reminding me my choice is not made in vane
I am no longer confused on my decision
I now own hind sight's 20/20 vision
All these years I thought I needed to change
My whole life for you I would rearrange
Now I see that you are the one to fault
So I am bringing this "marriage" to a screeching halt
I wish you the best of luck with your new life
Maybe it will be better without a loving wife
I hope we can stay civil for our three kids
Knowing you, that won't be where I put my bids
So pack your shit and get out of my face
You are no longer welcome in my new found space
I am fighting angry; sad I am no longer
Because of this, I am now even stronger
"I Was an Addict..."
At times i feel ashamed
That i can't even name
All the men i've had...
Bet you're glad
You're not me...
Being slutty
Was what i was known for
I was an addict, always wanting more...
I will admit
I was sick
In the mind
Only wanted to find
Someone to satisfy
That ache between my thighs...
That was what i was known for
I was an addict, only wanting more...
I was an addict
Always wanting it
And every day & night
I would try
My best to get a good nut,
But guess what?
People found out and started calling me names
Which made me ashamed
To even come out
Of my own house
It just wasn't cool
In school
Being a whore...
That was what I was known for
I was an addict, always wanting more...
--------------------------------------------------
Written on 3-19-12 by Tara A. aka LL
At times i feel ashamed
That i can't even name
All the men i've had...
Bet you're glad
You're not me...
Being slutty
Was what i was known for
I was an addict, always wanting more...
I will admit
I was sick
In the mind
Only wanted to find
Someone to satisfy
That ache between my thighs...
That was what i was known for
I was an addict, only wanting more...
I was an addict
Always wanting it
And every day & night
I would try
My best to get a good nut,
But guess what?
People found out and started calling me names
Which made me ashamed
To even come out
Of my own house
It just wasn't cool
In school
Being a whore...
That was what I was known for
I was an addict, always wanting more...
--------------------------------------------------
Written on 3-19-12 by Tara A. aka LL
Looking into darkness,
I just sit there.
I stare at you.
Its nothing but a taunt.
I look away.
I still find myself looking your way.
I walk to you.
I ask if you can leave.
But i still grab you and trash you at my wrists.
Nothing feels better.
Each time i use you,
Its not to die.
Just to feel alive.
Life's an all time gamble.
Either you live of die.
Whether you make it or not,
You never win.
So i just put my hands in the air,
And scream:
FUCK THE WORLD!
I just sit there.
I stare at you.
Its nothing but a taunt.
I look away.
I still find myself looking your way.
I walk to you.
I ask if you can leave.
But i still grab you and trash you at my wrists.
Nothing feels better.
Each time i use you,
Its not to die.
Just to feel alive.
Life's an all time gamble.
Either you live of die.
Whether you make it or not,
You never win.
So i just put my hands in the air,
And scream:
FUCK THE WORLD!
firedaughter said:Rain, Rain go away..
I crank up the volume
and take another hit,
doesnt take long
for this dark room to be lit.
Dragging through the morning
Choking up at night
cutting deep into my skin
I hold my blade tight.
I want kids when I am older
I want good news to tell
but who tells their childeren
they waited to die in hell?
I'm slowly losing hope
my minds begining to race
looking around not knowing
how i got to this place.
So rain, rain go away
because of you the pain will stay
slit my throat, cut out my heart
leave me here or tear it apart.
I fucking love this
I crank up the volume
and take another hit,
doesnt take long
for this dark room to be lit.
Dragging through the morning
Choking up at night
cutting deep into my skin
I hold my blade tight.
I want kids when I am older
I want good news to tell
but who tells their childeren
they waited to die in hell?
I'm slowly losing hope
my minds begining to race
looking around not knowing
how i got to this place.
So rain, rain go away
because of you the pain will stay
slit my throat, cut out my heart
leave me here or tear it apart.
I fucking love this
Anonymous
I hate people-those selfish fucks!
But most of all- I hate your guts!
You who led me to believe-
"all is good-come with me"..
I almost wanna hang around-
take you slowly to the ground.
Wish I could forget those nights
when you got drunk and started fights
Wish I could forget that day-
You kicked my soul and drove away.
I could peel off my skin
just to wash away your sin.
I feel I could take your face
and kick it into outer space.
Push my fist so far in your throat-
you'll think twice next time you gloat.
But, Oh! that's right- we're okay-
we just discussed this today!
You have promised you will try
and kill yourself if I say goodbye!
Oh my!
Please try! In fact, may I help-?
Is there a special drug I can get?
I can vouch-it's hard to do-
I am willing to help you through.
Fuck calling a hotline-in fact-
(throw the phone)
hang on.. before you do it-
I'll play you a song!
It's called "Babe I love You" but-
I wrote it all wrong!
I meant to say "Screw you-I wish you were gone"
But, hey I'll rewrite it-
before too long-
Maybe I will call it "Funeral Song".
Grab my guitar-Let me try to hold on-
All these emotions have me all wrong.
wrong too long-too long gone-a song-
I can't go on- hang on-come on!
But most of all- I hate your guts!
You who led me to believe-
"all is good-come with me"..
I almost wanna hang around-
take you slowly to the ground.
Wish I could forget those nights
when you got drunk and started fights
Wish I could forget that day-
You kicked my soul and drove away.
I could peel off my skin
just to wash away your sin.
I feel I could take your face
and kick it into outer space.
Push my fist so far in your throat-
you'll think twice next time you gloat.
But, Oh! that's right- we're okay-
we just discussed this today!
You have promised you will try
and kill yourself if I say goodbye!
Oh my!
Please try! In fact, may I help-?
Is there a special drug I can get?
I can vouch-it's hard to do-
I am willing to help you through.
Fuck calling a hotline-in fact-
(throw the phone)
hang on.. before you do it-
I'll play you a song!
It's called "Babe I love You" but-
I wrote it all wrong!
I meant to say "Screw you-I wish you were gone"
But, hey I'll rewrite it-
before too long-
Maybe I will call it "Funeral Song".
Grab my guitar-Let me try to hold on-
All these emotions have me all wrong.
wrong too long-too long gone-a song-
I can't go on- hang on-come on!
This Deaf Dancer
Where do I go from here
how do I rid your fear
I answer
but nothing's clear
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
I feel every minute
all the seconds
that tick in it
just remember
I'm real
and from no one I steal
if it rolls I'm the wheel
and if nobody get's it
well I do
your magnetic
telecanetic
delectably , hectic
a comprehendable , sceptic
understandable , unhandable
loving , apathetic
I drive myself mad here
going round
mental hemispheres
I know I'm not perfect
kind of glass or a perspex
breakable , flexible
clarity you just can't see
together we are sailing free
untethered , jocularity
heavy feathers are not
you and me
simply because
they just can't be
we endeavour in hilarity .
I pedalled a wipe out
in the street
a dogfight , invite
dinner nightmare
I wore white
the wrong thing to wear
what a night to frighten
the unscared
Horsefly bites
and wine we did share
outdoor delights
of drunken impaired
driving on the right
and you cut my hair
so I thought if I might
recall times
that we shared .
So in all the long
don't get me wrong
I hold your flame and I sing your song
as I sit here
you've nothing at all to fear
don't ever
not remember
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
Where do I go from here
how do I rid your fear
I answer
but nothing's clear
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
I feel every minute
all the seconds
that tick in it
just remember
I'm real
and from no one I steal
if it rolls I'm the wheel
and if nobody get's it
well I do
your magnetic
telecanetic
delectably , hectic
a comprehendable , sceptic
understandable , unhandable
loving , apathetic
I drive myself mad here
going round
mental hemispheres
I know I'm not perfect
kind of glass or a perspex
breakable , flexible
clarity you just can't see
together we are sailing free
untethered , jocularity
heavy feathers are not
you and me
simply because
they just can't be
we endeavour in hilarity .
I pedalled a wipe out
in the street
a dogfight , invite
dinner nightmare
I wore white
the wrong thing to wear
what a night to frighten
the unscared
Horsefly bites
and wine we did share
outdoor delights
of drunken impaired
driving on the right
and you cut my hair
so I thought if I might
recall times
that we shared .
So in all the long
don't get me wrong
I hold your flame and I sing your song
as I sit here
you've nothing at all to fear
don't ever
not remember
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
Anonymous
diddi said:This Deaf Dancer
Where do I go from here
how do I rid your fear
I answer
but nothing's clear
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
I feel every minute
all the seconds
that tick in it
just remember
I'm real
and from no one I steal
if it rolls I'm the wheel
and if nobody get's it
well I do
your magnetic
telecanetic
delectably , hectic
a comprehendable , sceptic
understandable , unhandable
loving , apathetic
I drive myself mad here
going round
mental hemispheres
I know I'm not perfect
kind of glass or a perspex
breakable , flexible
clarity you just can't see
together we are sailing free
untethered , jocularity
heavy feathers are not
you and me
simply because
they just can't be
we endeavour in hilarity .
I pedalled a wipe out
in the street
a dogfight , invite
dinner nightmare
I wore white
the wrong thing to wear
what a night to frighten
the unscared
Horsefly bites
and wine we did share
outdoor delights
of drunken impaired
driving on the right
and you cut my hair
so I thought if I might
recall times
that we shared .
So in all the long
don't get me wrong
I hold your flame and I sing your song
as I sit here
you've nothing at all to fear
don't ever
not remember
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
this is an amazing write Paul diddi- I can ONLY wish to ever have someone write me something so deep-wow! Moon Dancer
Where do I go from here
how do I rid your fear
I answer
but nothing's clear
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
I feel every minute
all the seconds
that tick in it
just remember
I'm real
and from no one I steal
if it rolls I'm the wheel
and if nobody get's it
well I do
your magnetic
telecanetic
delectably , hectic
a comprehendable , sceptic
understandable , unhandable
loving , apathetic
I drive myself mad here
going round
mental hemispheres
I know I'm not perfect
kind of glass or a perspex
breakable , flexible
clarity you just can't see
together we are sailing free
untethered , jocularity
heavy feathers are not
you and me
simply because
they just can't be
we endeavour in hilarity .
I pedalled a wipe out
in the street
a dogfight , invite
dinner nightmare
I wore white
the wrong thing to wear
what a night to frighten
the unscared
Horsefly bites
and wine we did share
outdoor delights
of drunken impaired
driving on the right
and you cut my hair
so I thought if I might
recall times
that we shared .
So in all the long
don't get me wrong
I hold your flame and I sing your song
as I sit here
you've nothing at all to fear
don't ever
not remember
this deaf dancer
through the floor
can hear .
this is an amazing write Paul diddi- I can ONLY wish to ever have someone write me something so deep-wow! Moon Dancer
