Untitled ApathyI go to bed before I'm really tired
And I wake without getting sleep
This sick redundancy, inevitable
I miss you more each week.
I dyed my hair and changed my ways
But nothing could have prepared me
For the blow of feeling betrayed.
Liars, fake appearances
Her words were sharp enough to kill,
His ironic enough to put me to eternal sleep
"I hope the chaos in your life settles down soon"
Do you know how much your words still make me weep?
"I'm getting better every week", I say
To comfort you
But I know that no one's fooled
Not even me
And each day that I'm not in your arms
Just makes me slip further away...
The lights are dimming slowly
In the darkness, who will send hope out to comfort me?
Her lies, their accusations
Or his soundless, heartless silence
So thick and fattening
Oh watch me burn
I'll flame so brightly
In this hatred and this loss
Don't cry for me; all tears have already fallen and dried
In this desert of lies.
The BibleYeah, that title has probably turned you off already. I wonder if youve ever really thought seriously about why that book just completely disinterests you. Your first reason is probably, Well, Im not a Christian. I know you arent. Thats the main reason you arent reading it. But think seriously here. Putting aside your doubts of a God ever truly existing, what else freaks you out about the Holy Bible?The Bible6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Generally speaking, of course, there are a few things that people find terrifying, ridiculous, and/or annoying about The Bible. For one, they doubt its credibility. They find it hard to wrap their heads around whole seas parting and water being turned to wine. They just cant believe a giant flood wiped out all of man-kind except the last surviving family who gathered all of the animals in the world on a boat and sailed for hundreds of days. Sure, when its put that way, who could believe it? Ive got a big number f
For My SunshineBaby, my sunshineFor My Sunshine6 years ago in Other More Like This
I love you so.
Baby you are mine
Don't ever let me go.
Your smile is lovely
You brighten up my day
You love me so gently
And bring happiness my way.
I'm so greatful for your love
So happy I found you
You've been sent from above
And my love for you is true.
You're the best person I could ask to be with
You're the girl of my dreams
Your the answer to my wishes
The happiness your fairy-tale brings.
Earthaven PrologueAn Age of Heaven (10,000 Years) After Lucifers RebellionEarthaven Prologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The seven of us are all very much alone.
We were once one. But now we are nine, and we are two: nine minds, two bodies.
Of these, one mind was sealed within one body and banished to Earth. But not before he was made to forever feel all the pain he had caused. Or helped to cause.
Seven minds were banished to Hell, each to endure a different torture.
The second body helps to torture us, forced by angel magic.
Of the last mind, we know nothing, save that it is tortured. It must be, for we are.
How long have we been down here? An Age of Heaven? More? Less? Surely Gods Messenger will come for us soon.
We seven minds were given bodies, to house us, to better feel our tortures. We are only barely connected to them, and we are loose enough that we have found each other, scattered about our own private
The Ten Commandments.Her lips are made of bleeding tin, blackened scars disfiguring her chest, white grimy ribs hanging by loose tissue-threads, spilling out of her organs. Her skin is flaming masking tape, sticky and breaking; you see, she isn't holding together very well. She's translucent, a dying star coated in glittering space dust. I can see her shimmery heartbeat, irregular and stuttering. Silver. She's quick on her feet, hair as colorless as my courage, eyes like the moon outside your weeping windows, egging you on to slice a little deeper. Reach a little farther for those arteries, darling.The Ten Commandments.7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
She's aviation, invention, cold and metal. Feathers and worms.
She's the very reason people like me don't go to church anymore. She's so tainted, irresistibly poisoned, from her bird's beak to her toes, painted to resemble talons, green as envy, killing the grass. She's a mocking bird in every way except for the part where she doesn't sing.
I wasn't prettydaringadventuroussmartedgyseriouspoeticperfectimperfect
Fears of a Technology JunkieI am a telephone wireFears of a Technology Junkie6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Strung precariously between two posts
Birds sleep on my shoulders
And sing audaciously over
The electric current of my arms
I'm decorated by generations of shoes
Dangling tauntingly by laces
These are no ordinary footpaths
Cross at your own risk
But know the foundation is crumbling
We don't burn bridges
In the same way we don't shoot our prisoners
We deal with things but leaving them to rot
Forget mp3s, streaming TV, limewire
We are the live wire
We're sailing the world wide wave
And casting anchor in your eyes
This is disorientation, disinformation, dysfunction
This is...probably a Youtube video
Which you will post on friend number 999's
Have you ever heard of the Great Wall of China?
The Berlin Wall?
Do you know the walls of your own city...?
Scenery split by my electric current arms
Struggling for an embrace
Do you understand anything
Not fed to you by a screen or microwave?
Do you understand
The soft touch of another person's hand
In Praise of FartsNervously you look around, you hope you are aloneIn Praise of Farts6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Your colon is reminding you that you are in the zone
Perhaps a chance to ease the load
You sneak one out, then cross the road.
The people here are thick and fast, you wanted solitude
You clench your buttocks and your teeth, not wanting to seem rude
Mayhaps a quick one, just for laughs
You let one go, away it wafts.
You waddle in, the shop is packed. Your body now with pain is wracked
Your stomach gurgles fit to blow. Towards the cubicles you go.
Alas they are all occupied
You waddle off and go outside.
Your eyeballs bulge, you cant go on, until this flatulence is gone
You cross the street towards a church, and through the saintly portals lurch
You walk the aisle like Donald Duck. Quite frankly you dont give a fuck
You let one go, Christ! What a sound, from wall to wall the noise rebounds.
You look into the vicars face, he doesnt seem amused
Its obvious that he considers sanctity has been abused