The Snake and the SquirrelOne day, an old Burmese python was slithering through his jungle home when he passed by a pool of water. The snake turned back toward the pool to take a drink and as he approached it he saw a small, red-furred animal, eating a nut, in a forest on the other side of the water. Reflexively, the snake struck at the creature, through the water, but was abruptly met by the muddy ground beneath it. After taking a moment to come to his senses, the snake slithered around to the other side of the pool, closer to it. He carefully dipped his head into the water, but once again saw only the muck-ridden floor of the pool. As the snake was shaking his head dry, he saw the animal lift her head from her meal. The squirrel seemed to peer directly at him through the water.Distracted, the squirrel carelessly dropped the plumpy nut it was treasuring. The tasty morsel fell off and rolled down into the water. She raised her tuffs in surprise, emitted a small cry of disappointment. In an attempt to retrieve
We're ThereAnd so, at last, we've reached the inevitable end,the destination we've been chasing all along.A bittersweet resolution to everything we've doneand now, I guess, it's time to say so long.
The Myth of IndependenceYou say "hell is other people.",but where do you think you'd beif everyone around youshared your misanthropic view?Without cooperation,in a world of apathy,what exactly is itthat you think that you could do?
Brain WaveFor so long I was stuck,but then inspiration struck.I found the right idea, at lastand now I'm on my way.
So That HappenedJust when I thought that itwas over, said and done,something told me thatit's only just begun.So I took another shotand tried with all my might,I only hope that it'senough to make things right.
Misanthropic Abandon“Hell is other people”,a wise man once did sayand from where I'm standing,they can all just go away.No one is an island,but I'm damn sure going to try.They only people I want to knoware me, myself and I.
MediocrityIn the mushy middleright between loved and despised.With no distinguishing features,but potential unrealized.It leaves no lasting impression,just emphatic apathyso all that's left to sayis that there's nothing here to see.
I'm FreeBreaking out of oldstructuresand their inherentrestrictionsuntil all that's leftis pureexpression.Completelyunfettered,and finallyset freeto embrace theopportunityto say exactlywhat's onmy mind.
Don't StopI've got to keep on moving,there's no time to take a break.If I let up now,it just might be my last mistake.I need to take a breath,but just can't afford to slow.I've made too little progressand I've got too far to go.
Snow QueenShall I find thee all in ice ensnared,the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,trapped in a wet and wintry grave -the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?They brought you here, their souls enslaved.The altar where your minions prayed -a brilliant diadem of ice,the offering that your cold heart craved.They linger here whilst you enticetheir frozen limbs as sacrifice.Their wizened hands by you declaredthe chosen few who paid your price
A Sad DayPlease don't let him bring you downI don't want to watch you waste awayI wish I could run to your armsAnd promise you a better dayI want you to surrenderThe awful games you playJust for once in your lifeI wish you'd ask me to stayI watch you from my windowAs you give into his demandI know you just want to be "cool"And you think I don't understandBut as the days fly pastAnd I wait for your callI start to think you don't careBecause I'm nothing at allThen I get depressedAnd slowly wither awayI can think of nothing elseExcept that one dayWhen you told me I was yoursAnd you loved me trueNow I look in the mirrorAnd know I'm nothing to you
SuicideThere once was a girl who hated the world because of the pain within. On the outside she appeared just fine. But her sanity was wearing thin. Pain and hate and guilt were hidden deep inside her mind. But it grew and increasingly she broke down from time to time. No one knew of her burdens since she hid them very well. No one would've ever guessed that soon she'd say her last farewell. Her family expected too much from her and spoke in an indifferent and hypocritical way. She felt worthless and useless and stupid and ashamed. It was the same cycle every day. Her friends provided little comfort for they were all rather opinionated. Their disregard to her when she tried to speak out left her lonely and suffocated. The only person that she believed she loved was manipulative and played games with her head. His unpredictable schizophrenic nature ofte
Losswhatshe askednot smilingshould I do nowliving with the memory of your losses?
IndependenceOnce the wind caught on the seaAnd its dress snagged upon the crestsLike a girl who couldn't help fallingFor a boy with too many cracksThen the wind tumbled between the wavesCrashing with the water when it couldn't find the sky.I always wanted to live in the sky,Wrap clouds around me--dip myself into the sea--And wander into roaring wavesOf emptiness; Rush as the sun crestsRush like wind and water into the cracksOf myself, so that maybe I'll stop fallingFor people who can't keep themselves from fallingDown, and who won't quit looking at the skySo they can avoid all the cracksIn the sidewalk as they weave through a people-sea.Well, I'm not used to riding the crestsOf others' success; I'll make my own waves.So though my hair falls down in amber wavesI fear the strands will keep on fallingAnd my white-wash hands in lunar crestsWon't show you a spacious skyUnless you want to seeThrough star-spangled cracks.Eyes and eggshells shattered, tiny cracksAnd the tears stre
EurydiceHis voice enveloped me, and I becameMyself again--I heard it in the song:A mordent on a note he held too long;A stutter in his voice. I heard my nameIn these and felt a happiness the sameAs when I saw him first. Oh, I had longedTo hear him sing again, but this last song--It was so beautiful. And it remainsThe best of human works, though none shall hearIts sorrowed notes; the lyre's meand'ring tuneThrough vast arpeggios and Death's expanseExcept the dead. It will not disappear'Till all the world's destroyed, and hell's exhumed--Such music must be worth a backwards glance.
One DayThe inevitable inches closer,slowly stalking me.Shadowing my every stepand I know that eventuallyit's going to catch up with me.I can not get awayso all that's left to do is live,while I still can, today.