Never Going to ChangeWe all like to think
That she'll be better off in twenty years
That blackened poison hearts can truly change
And that she's better
Than she ever thought she could be
Well, we're wrong.
Look at all the scars, self-inflicted
They go deeper than her plastic looks
Right down into her core
And no matter how in love she says she is
She'll always be a cheating whore.
Or is this goodbye?
No one knows how long she'll stay
In this godforsaken town
With little pieces of sex
All broken on the floor
She'll stick to cigarettes and needles
Avoiding anything more
Avoiding the truth:
That looks only go so far
When one day you will wither with age
And wish that you were better
And that you meant something to anyone at all.
Do the wounds you hide make you feel whole?
Does the vanity you portray really mean a thing?
Let's cut you open, just to see
If inside your anorexic frame, a heart still beats.
turnUPtheSTATICTurn up the static on this love songturnUPtheSTATIC5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to hear it so many times
That it becomes my life
Turn up the volume and the bass
Drown me, drown me...
Falling, skinning my knees raw
It's so much fun, I laugh so hard I cry
But once the tears come to my eyes
I realize that I'm lonely.
I've already got the prescription
So give me a handfull of pills
Turn up the static in my head
Turn up the fucking static hardcore, man
Until this love song is loud and bass enough
To kill my dread.
I want to dance like no one's watching me
Like I don't care who is
I want a million hands on me
The heat, the sweat, the deafening noise
Right beside the moshpit,
That's where I want to be
The Lie of KarmaStepped on, brokenThe Lie of Karma5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rip it all to fucking shreds
Like worthless scraps of paper.
Eighteen and on the streets
Sixteen and broken hearted
Fourteen and having babies
Twelve and slowly dying
From some incurable disease
That wasn't supposed to spread
Through getting checked for diabetes
It's a wonder people haven't given up.
Satirical: your friendship
So nice that it sounds mean
Why can't I buy my beef lean
Without paying seven bucks a pound
That makes him look so dewy-soft
That keeps your eyes from falling out.
The elevator's broken
Guess I'll have to take the stairs
Up, up, up, to the twenty second floor
I'm just a whore
Who charges a hundred bucks a fuck
And someone's desperate.
An eye for an eye
A savior for some cash
Manufacture me an inspiration pill
So that I can write a best seller
And I won't have to feed my desire to kill.
Those soldiers are so brave and heroic!
Shouts the polititian hog
Shut up shut up
You have no idea
What it's like to fall in love
Fears of a Technology JunkieI am a telephone wireFears of a Technology Junkie4 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
For My SunshineBaby, my sunshineFor My Sunshine4 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.
The Geometrical ApocalypseThe Geometrical ApocalypseThe Geometrical Apocalypse4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon an algorithmic precipice,
A Mathematician stood in awe,
Waves of Algebra crashed against,
The rocky asymptotic shore,
And in the darkening parabolic skies,
An astronomic bell curve loomed,
With portentous tessellating pentagons,
A sign the world was clearly doomed!
Triangles had suddenly,
Begun to misbehave,
Furious, Pythagoras promptly,
Rose up from his grave.
Were no longer equidistant!
Pythagoras was mortified,
His equations not consistent,
In ancient Greek he did then speak:
These Triangular contortions,
Doth herald a catastrophe,
Of trigonometric proportions!
Irony then forsook him,
His comeback speech truncated,
A three sided square descended,
And his head, decapitated.
The mathematician stood above,
As logarithms washed up against the sand,
When the undead are not free to philosophise,
Things are clearly getting out of hand.
Integrating over the barren range,
Her eyes were drawn to the
To Hell With HappinessSenseless treasonTo Hell With Happiness4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What's the reason for this blatancy
I can still be all that I want to be
Without wearing a banner, a decree
Then everyone would copy me.
Shh, keep your loved ones close
And all your secrets closer
Keep your soul contained within
One hollow flask
To hell with Lovers!
And to hell with all Best Friends
Who needs companions
On this bumpy, one-lane path
Of lost convictions to the past
Alone at last.
Love Equals MathLove is like math.Love Equals Math4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You add the love,
subtract the pants,
divide the legs,
and hope you don't multiply.
Why did I even write this?Whoa. This is real. Far better than I had even dreamed of which makes the atmosphere almost surreal. A pure balance of the warmth of happiness, fluid understanding, caring, wanting, acceptance, and.. If I had you.. For the first time in my life I could say that I wouldn't want anything else. Truly. But why?- Because you make everyone else look like fools. You're something higher. Something that should be too good to be true..Why did I even write this?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then again, what am I saying? I don't even know if I have your attention.. Today I saw you sitting with another girl and my blood boiled so intensely I suprised myself. Does this make me pathetic?
You've caught me off guard and I'm scared. How do I handle someone so above what I usually play with? I don't understand how you see me. How badly will you hurt me? Or am I good enough too? Am I good enough?..
Please catch me, I've fallen hard for you.
Photograph My ThoughtsMy mind is a mansion.Photograph My Thoughts4 years ago in Open More Like This
Full of floors and doors,
That hasnt been opened
My mind is a blank slate,
An empty plate,
An empty envelope that will one day
Be sent away,
Because of its contents.
My mind is an empty canvas,
With each drop of paint,
I get filled up, used up.
Im no longer mysterious or open.
My mind is a vast ravine,
Obscure and obscene,
Sometimes you cant see into it,
Through all the mist and fog.
My mind is the house on Paper Street,
Broken down and corrupt.
And yet the corruption;
Sets it free.
My mind is a glass.
Sometimes its filled up,
Other times its empty.
Half full or half empty.
My mind is a photograph,
Old and wrinkled.
My mind is a Koran, a Bible, and a Tanakh.
I must not suffer for what I desire,
Must I desire what I suffer?
In Praise of FartsNervously you look around, you hope you are aloneIn Praise of Farts4 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
Orwell is turning in his graveEveryone gather around and witness the great end of the real idea of america, we have reached a point where we willingly accept the government to pass laws telling us weather or not we can end our life. The fact that there is a scuicide law is rediculous for two reasons first off they should not be able to tell you weather or not you can do that second of all whow are they going to punish you, report your corpse to the secret police. Dont fool yourself we do have secret police, FBI, CIA, and the secret service it even says secret in it for fuck sake. They tell you to watch your children to make sure they're not taking drugs but if they are depressed or a little hyper they shove adarol and vicodan down they're throat till they couldn't form an oppinion to save they're life. Then they have the boy scouts that use up millions and im not joking millions of our tax dollars a year (yes they are govenment sponsered) so they can teach your children how to hate homosexuals and athiests while brOrwell is turning in his grave5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This