JoltHeh heh heh!
Well now, lets get this party started!
I play for only myself
Don't try to make a request
You won't find me on a shelf
I am not your average artist
I party from the heart
I party where I want
Other artists play their part
They ruin all the fun
Lables are like the devil
They make you sign off your soul
That music is never real
Personality is not their goal
You want reality and hope?
Maby you want outta the boat
Then get up and toss the dope
Come out and listen to Jolt
You whant something new?
Instead of the same old trash
Then I got something for you
Cuz I don't play for cash
What did those losers think?
You don't hear crap from me
They'll pay me to play their stink
But I don't care cuz I play for free
The Elementals DanceWatching the flame lick your skinThe Elementals Dance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hearing the waves banish your strife
Feeling the winds embrace like kin
Knowing the ground supports all life
How it obeys no living thing
None can master its energy
None can silence its ring
None can tame its beauty
How it holds our lives in its shroud
The song of the rain through the trees
The gurgle of a stream on the ground
The angry bliss of the sea
How flight is its fickle gift
Swiriling the leaves in a breath
Throwing the trees in a fit
Theiving your hat with a laugh
How it holds the last retreat
The foundation holding all at bay
Standing strong for all it meets
Always the last to change its ways
Songs Of FearSweet songs of love linger in my heart.Songs Of Fear9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing that so long ago we didn't have to part.
Walking through our memories, so brief but blissful.
Holding you in my mind the only one to me so dear.
You are but a breath away, but I wish for you to be near.
Waiting and hoping to be returned to our embrace.
Loving and losing to the end without disgrace.
Drifting and falling back towards despair.
I'm a Little FurbyI'm a little Furbie, short and stout,I'm a Little Furby6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
here is my hair and here is my snout,
when you turn me over, hear me shout,
tip me over and kick me out!
boredBored again, what to do...bored6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
grounded, no privilages
games taken, can't go out
no money, can't use the phone
no tv, boks reread a thousand thousand times
stereo broken, cds scratched from overuse
imagination blocked, inspiration stopped
bored again, what to do...
Dig DeepI leaped over the moonDig Deep5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a basket and shovel in hand,
till my eyes watered I dug,
deep deep into the sand.
I carved my name in sturdy,
my letters etched into the ground,
forever and eternally grateful,
never to be skimmed by another sound.
Now I, perched high above the roof tops,
scream my name loud into the air,
so when one day you finally hear it,
you'll proclaim you love me loud and clear.
Paradise theoryWhat is paradise? Is it a Utopian beauty, created to keep law & order? Or is it a black and white area, laws only made to prevent mass difference and to keep traditions standing tall? According to the ever-reliable source of Wikipedia, it says, paradise is an idealized place in which existence is positive, harmonious and timeless. It is conceptually a counter-image of the miseries of human civilization, and in paradise there is only peace, prosperity, and happiness. Paradise is a place of contentment, but it is not necessarily a land of luxury and idleness.Paradise theory5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Lower it refers to the different paradises in each religion. In Judaism Judgment Day is paradise-like. Christians, Islams, and Catholics all believe heaven is true paradise. Native Americans believe paradise is an eternal hunting ground. So, you see, paradise is all very different but, the same. It is somewhere wed all like to reach sometime in the future, or after death.
Coming Home.Coming homeComing Home.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A quiet house, sleeping
All but me, alone and awake.
Savoring the smells,
With a sense of fate.
Crawl into bed
Turn on the nightlight
Begin to read,
Mind absorbing thought.
Thinking of you
As I think of tomorrow
All the things said,
Not said for naught.
Wishing you well,
Hoping you're learning.
Happier without me,
Problems and foreign speech
Gone from your life
Without even a whisper
Yet forever recalling
What I had to teach.
Lost to the world.
Hear me in dreams
Speak your name softly
Dreams that happened,
Yet to occur.
Ignorance is BlissI see them running and laughingIgnorance is Bliss6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So young, so happy, so innocent
I can't remember when I was like that
I know I was but I can't remember how it felt
I'm older now, both in body and in mind
I can no longer be that happy
No longer young and innocent
Not with the corruption in my veins
Nor with the darkness in my mind
Nor with the evil in my heart
I can't remember being without them
I can't remember being truely happy
I cannot trust anyone
I lost something too fast
And I gained something too soon
That something everyone must lose
And that something everyone must gain
I lose the innocence of youth
And i gained the knowledge of experience
Knowledge is the basis of humanity
Innocence is it's deadly begining
Yet knowledge is the curse of the grown
And innocence is the gift of the young
I am so old now, no longer innocent
And I don't yet know enough to survive
There are somethings truely valuable in life
I know now one of them is youth
Youth and the gift that comes with it
The gift of innocence
Hiding In The PantryTwo little bunny rabbits, sitting having teaHiding In The Pantry4 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Another came along and made the number three
After making sandwiches, little rabbits saw
A trail of tiny cookie crumbs leading to the door
Oh no! said Little Roger shaking in fear,
What if theres a scary monster hiding in here?!
Maybe hes really tall, with really big mean eyes,
Lurking in dark shadows, just waiting to surprise
Three little rabbits cowering over by the stair,
When he starts to roar and charges from his lair!
Oh no! said Little Sammy, scared out of his mind,
Hiding behind the door, who knows what well find!
And then, Little Sara, the bravest of them all,
Put her paws on her hips and stood up nice n tall,
If the scary monster wants to, let him come out,
I can scare him any day; hes terrified, no doubt!
And so the little rabbits, feeling rather scared,
Tiptoed to the door, as close as they dared
Until Little Sara could
Writers BlockIt just sat there. The bastard was mocking me. Sitting there next to the coffee cup. Next to the cigarette. The blank page littered with ash. Drops of coffee. Every now and then the wind would turn the page over, revealing more blank pages, flinging my pen off the table.Writers Block6 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
I only need to fill up one page. One page to know I'm still sane. But fuck. It used to come across as a simple task. I used to fill up three pages after my coffee and cigarettes. I've finished them, but still nothing. No brilliant ideas, no inspiration. Nothing.
Maybe one more cigarette and one more coffee. Maybe then the thoughts will flow. Stop this fucking page from screwing with my mind. But maybe it's gone. Maybe I'm stuck without ideas.
The tear felt good. Each little bit of wire ripping the eyelet to bits. The blank page was gone.
Maybe tomorrow'll be better. I'll leave this nothingness. Have a shower, a sleep, then try again tomorrow.
The air seemed to relax as I shut the notebook. I felt stronger walking home.
Beautiful DisasterI would give him me s o u l,Beautiful Disaster6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would give him my h e a r t,
Together we'll be on beautiful work of a r t
I hope when they see they will understand,
To give me some hope,
and Lend me a hand.
He's so amazing
But they don't know.
If they did they's say no,
but I would rebel,
and tell them to go to hell.
I WOULD NEVER GET ON ME KNEES
AND SAY "YES MASTER",
Because him and I are just a B E A U T I F U L D I S A S T E R
Not Meant For MeNot Meant For MeNot Meant For Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not meant for me
Not meant for me
Not meant for me
Not meant for me
Not meant for me
Nothing in this world
Is meant for someone like me
Don't waste your time
Don't waste your love
Look for someone who
Is meant for someone special like you
I love you...
Written on: 3/24/06
A Public Service AnnouncementSo many people in this world and it isA Public Service Announcement6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So very hard to pay some attention to them all
I have met
a great number of people
a great number of fools
a great number of scholars
a great number of teachers
So many to meet, to greet, to appreciate
So many to leave, to bid farewell, to forget
I have forgotten
very many people
very many faces
very, very many names
very many places
So many people in this world, as large as it is, stay with me
So many people stay
to the sitar player outside the Institute
to the elderly woman in the museum
to the writers I can't know by name, by face
to anyone who's ever smiled back
to all of you, whom I never got to thank
So many people I wish I could tell them what they've done for me
So many people who don't know their meaning
I want to let them know about the thank-yous and the smiles and the words.
I want to let them know...
And if you died tomorrow, I would miss you so much.
inner-selfinner-self6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For all I am, a vampire hunting for the truth, the more it hurts, the more my passion grows. You are to me nothing less than what you were before. Eating my flesh, my lust devoures me to nothing more but what I`m not. I care for you! By all means! You mean the world... but still... do not surrender to my eyes that burn insanity to waste. For all I am, for all I care, you tear my broken wings to dust, my love to you is lust, inside of you I`m lost.
I talk of love as if it kills me. But this is all I feel, my eyes in tears that burn and lust that eats my heart of all the good you failed to kill inside of me. I will not stop, allthow... I will not fight my future dreams `cuz you destroy but you create in place.
Light plays intensse into this white depression, I live at last, I love your lust, I cry my passion and then come back for more!
I am the vampire of my own heart as I surrender to your will.
CivilizationCivilization is nothing but a joke. We say others are savage because they are violent with one another and often kill eachother, yet we do the same thing. We are violent with our conversations in a sense which is hidden to the naked eye, and we often kill eachother indirectly. By making fun of anything strange, unfamiliar, or better than us we slowly destroy the minds of other human beings to the point in which they kill themselves. We tell ourselves. "Now we didn't kill them right? We're not the cause rithe? No, they did it to themselves." WRONG!!! its not the same thing we got that right at least, but we did do it all the same wether we like it or not. Its actually worse than immediatly killing them, we torture them slowly but surely until they can't take it anymore and end it. So who are the savages? We are we just hide it and go on with our lives like nothing hapCivilization6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm SorrySorry for...I'm Sorry6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not being good enough for you,
Not being pretty...beautiful...hot...sexy...whatever you to call enough for you
Not being smart enough
Whatever your excuses are now
I dont know what I did...
But whatever ever I did...
Im Sorry it wasnt good enough for you.....
Lovely AbsenceYou call it love,Lovely Absence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I call it lust with closed eyes
And desprate mind;
But you do not see what is so clear,
For you are blind to it's absence,
And full of yourself.
Why don't you see?
Love has no form,
So all we can represent it with
Is a heart.
But, tell me, what happens to hearts?
You think you feel love,
But it breaks away from your hands;
And as you grab, clarity reins.
Put down your hands,
For you only grab
At the empty air.
Sences flutter in the breeze like stray petals,
And yet you think they are flowers.
So as you float in the wind,
You sink in the tar.
What a fool.
Indian SummersIn my heart the leaves are goneIndian Summers6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Winters chill made this so
Spring was here before Autumn
But that was so long ago
This Winter is like an ice age
Longer than others have felt
My heart in a frozen cage
In a Winter that will never melt
Ive become so cold myself
I never notice its there
It just gets colder like myself
Until there is nothing there
Then in a moment unplanned
Like the Indian Summer
So cold beforehand
I become much warmer
After that brief happiness
Unforeseen in my lifes plan
I become even worse
Than the coldest Winter land
A taste of freedom and hope
Leaves me wanting more
But like all fleeting hopes
It walks right out the door
These Indian Summers so rare
I hate them so much
To the world they lay me bare
And I can break with just a touch
During these times I do not breathe
I do not even try
It might last I believe
If in that second I could die
broken city skyStolen from my eyesbroken city sky5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two ugly angels
Trembling with worry
You were on that plane
Watching you ripped away
Just an insignificant name
Memories will fade
Life was perfect
Then this day was made
Does anyone care?
Before I pull this trigger
You made the last tare
I will blow my brains on the ceiling
Then I will be with you
Does anyone else have this feeling?
Of destruction or despair
But does anything matter when you are dead?
The rain, a weevil, a memory4Prt 4The rain, a weevil, a memory45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
--In The Cells--
JACK! Jack wait! Jackeline called after the displeased captain who was leading her through the underground maze of tunnels.
What Jackeline?! he spat as he reached one of the cells.
Jack! Im sorry! I dont know whats wrong with her; she doesnt seem to remember us
Jack opened the cell door and walked inside and lay Becky on the stone seat on the right side.
He then joined her outside; closing the door as he went.
And you missy, had no right to slap Ianto! Jack growled towering over her.
He had no right to stun her! It could do her damage!
Jack advanced on Jackeline; making her step back into the cell next door.
She could have done us damage! Jack said walking to the door and closing it before Jackeline could get out.
HEY JACK! LET ME OUT! she shouted banging on the glass.
NO! Until you start acting like a captain, Im gonna treat you like the lil
Bored in SchoolWell Im out of things to do.Bored in School6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I doubt that. Youre just out of things to do on the internet. And that probably means youve done all of what? Checked deviantart.
Why do you begin so many conversations that way?
That is a good question.
Because, since youre the one to start the conversations it seems silly for you to tell the people youre speaking with to shut up.
Teehee! You said silly.
Well it is.
Maybe I just want to do monologues while you guys listen. Ever thought of that?
Im waiting for you to do a monologue.
So go for it. Ill shut right up.
Right then uhhhhh
Ahem. I am bored.
That hardly deserves a s