everyday I look around and see the way
but just once in my life I'd like to see a day
spent walking down that way
and not watching it only to say
I wish that things could be that way
WanderingWondering and wandering, what place to rest the search?
Outer space or inner mind, each yields a separate perch
Like wings aloft among clouds so soft, plummeting to the earth
when the two combine, and intertwine, true flight shall have birth
Ode To RockI'm tired of lying in the sunshine
and staying home to watch the rain
I cannot sit by while castles burn
and that wheel in the sky - it keeps on turnin'
lives are spent
while steel is bent
to mold a new song
so I'm goin' down by the river
goin' down, goin' down, goin' down now
with a gun in my hand
waiting for the ricochet
like a blind man shooting at the world
gonna carve myself a new stone
but ain't gonna carry it alone
if you join in my song
then it won't be long
rock will surely reclaim the throne
Rhyming WayI have an obsession with rhyming
the problem lies not in the timing
surely it must sound absurd
when I try to put thought into word
Naked Against The Stonenaked against the stone
wish you would leave me alone
can't I do it on my own?
this place I can't call home
might as well build a wall
already made the fall
silence and shadow is all
I need to go AWOL
I asked for a room, but they gave me a cage
asked for a book, only gave me a page
asked for a break, so they put me on stage
asked for some peace, then they filled me with rage
I want to be part of a story,
but this gold-leaf binding's got empty brown pages
don't let them tell you gold is expensive
makes a poor blanket, and doesn't taste too good
frozen in place and sheltering my face
no court would take up my case
we subdue the masses, while killing the individual
Ebb and Flowresist the urge to run
refuse the need to hide
embrace the setting sun
and fight the ebbing tide
Careful With That Axe, Eugenecareful with that axe, eugene
don't forget to wipe it clean
your neighbors all think it's obscene
but you needed to let off some steam
the way you hacked off their limbs
just blame it on a crazy whim
their lives, once bright, now are dim
but their necks really needed a trim
The Ballad of Falling Snowwinter's come again,
and my heart has grown cold
snow is softly falling,
my joy has grown old
I found out today,
you don't love me no more
please, can't somebody tell me,
what living is for?
the world is growing dark,
I haven't seen the sun in days
I've been trying real hard,
but I can't change my sorry ways
when I look out at the world,
the whole world seems so bleak
I try to scream for help,
but you know I can hardly speak
there's a cape not far from home,
a great place to learn to fly
the pain cuts me so deep,
well I think I'd just like to die
The Eyeless Stare (2)I'm waging a war
on a phantom battleground
and the opposing army consists of myself
versions of me existing within the minds of others
illusions that torture me
no less for being unreal
and they're defeating me
I can feel your eyes upon me
each and every one of you
even those of you who aren't looking
even those of you who aren't listening
your eyes are upon me, too
and every second is Judgement Day
praise and acceptance are betrayed by self-doubt
even when your eyes are kind
and your words gentle
it's not you that speaks to me
it's the me that lives inside of you
and my words are venomous, and vile
the communication gap is an intraversible void of blackness, and sorrow
and I can only be free from myself
when I'm free from everybody else
Black DeathBlack Death is calling
how I hate to be alone (repeat)
I keep crying for my family
but they're all dead and gone
There's no one left to comfort me
no one to talk to (repeat)
My friends have died and left me
what ever will I do?
My mother and my father
are buried outside town (repeat)
They tried to look after me
but Black Death struck them down
Now Black Death is calling
and I don't want to be alone (repeat)
Everyone else has fallen
they're all resting in the ground
I tried to save my lover
but there was nothing I could do (repeat)
She died in my arms
and now I've done caught it, too
The doctors they can't help me
they can't keep death away (repeat)
The preachers say to pray to God
but God won't help today
'Cause Black Death's come calling
and I am all alone (repeat)
I hope this pain and misery
don't follow me to the tomb
sempiternalWhen I grow old
For when rainbows dilute and notebooks fatten
on times untimely passing,
when the moon falls out of kilter with a sun that
curdles in a sad, forgotten sky,
and the rain congeals inside the clouds
when the slurry of seconds sinks deep into my bones
and my skin crumples like parchment, my spine coils and splinters
and my fingers buckle, knuckle-cracking -
when my dreams fade like polaroids in sunshine
and my memories break free from their kitestrings
unanchored and drifting in such dulcet mindmurk and I watch
the world crumble from gold into grey.
I want a thousand laugh-lines
for they will be the maps to better times
so I can find my way back
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..
-Choose 10 of your OC's
-Answer the questions
-Then tag 3 people
1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?
2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?
3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?
4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?
5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?
6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?
7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?
8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?
9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?
10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?
11.) Everyone gat
InsanityWhy hello there insanity
Let me walk you 'round the floor
If you look off to your left
you'll see the girl i was before.
The tiles might be broken
But its nothing time can't fix
But if you think its art-work
Then all the broken parts will mix.
And the doorknobs may not work
But you can crawl through like spies
The holes you made with your fist
Are looking just your size.
The mirror in the hallway
Has seen some better days
And although you may see yourself
It's not uncommon to also see haze.
And the windows may be drafty
But i promise its not too cold
And if you can deal with that
I'm sure that you'll be sold.
And you see here in the closet
That the lightswitch doesn't work
But that only because
There are inner demons that lurk.
The picture frames are empty
But thats only an attempt to forget
All the fun i once had
And the soul that I once bet.
There's shattered glass in the bedroom
From when you told it was goodbye
And i let the bird out of it's cage
Knowing it would die.
But the basem
The Rumour of IcarusIcarus
there is a rumour that your father killed you, that
he bent your wings until they broke and then
told you, "Fly."
If this rumour is true, then it lives in the throats of
those fragile boys who wear your death like Cain's mark,
whose tender hands split like swollen tomatoes when
they pluck strangled seabirds, whose
arms slump beneath the weight of their father's genius.
And this rumour lives on
the under-skin of their eyelids so that when they die
or simply sleep
they dream of their fathers
or maybe just of Daedalus, standing with
his hands full of feathers and wax,
their blood-flecked down under his fingernails.
your face is gone, icarus, you are a warning & a tragedy &
the patron saint of boys who will not listen but also you are a god, icarus,
a god to these boys and still, when you fell
said Bruegel in oils, Auden and Williams in verse
no one gave a damn.
they also say that your father strained the sunlight into an amphora
and told you, "Dri
There is nothing more devastating
Than losing a loved one
Knowing that you will never
Hear their voice again
Or feel their touch, or see them smile
It's heart breaking
Time is a powerful thing
One that is forever
Time takes everything
And makes it it's own
They say that time
Heals all wounds
Time only created more scars
As the ones that it caused before
Begin to heal
To lose a loved one
Is a tragedy all in its own
But don't be sad
You will see them again
Because while time takes everything it can
Will take you too.
Time takes everything
And eventually it even takes you.
Paper MacheDrop your paper hearts into a basin of tears
and dry them in the sun
Well tape the middles back together
Glue them back to back
It Has Come To My AttentionIt has come to my attention
that people like me
are generally not welcome in fairy tales.
It's the talking birds that do it.
The minute a sparrow shows up to pipe a direful warning
it's all over
down at the first hurdle
The body in the fifty-fathom well
will have to wait
the old woman turned into a hare
the murdered mother in the juniper tree
as I whip out my Sibley guide and look for the entry
with the fieldmark labeled capable of human speech.
For this crime
I have been accused of a failure of wonder
of having chained up my inner child and sent her
to work in the salt mines.
But the truth
(if you really want to know)
is that I have read too many fairy tales
and lived a bit too long
to be surprised by anything that happens in
the cottages of lonely woodcutters.
I can even venture a guess
to why the bear speaks with the voice of a maiden
(my heart goes out to her)
and why, when the animal has saved your life,
you will be required to make a harp out of its bones.
These are o
Oh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thief
How you’ve brought us all to grief.
How can you be unashamed?
When you stole from people unnamed
How you think about your own fame
Just like others like you playing that game
How you feed off us
How you live on others success
How can you sleep at nights,
Knowing you infringed other’s rights?
How can you enjoy this fame,
Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?
Do we also carry the blame
That we blindly follow someone’s claim?
To the people that believe everything humans say
To you I say good day
We must always question what we are told
Or we can start to be controlled
By vicious lies and such
To me that is just too much
and we found...we love like we sin, terrified and breathless.
we are tea-at-midnight girls, naming constellations
that don't exist after lost tourists we meet on the
street, reminding our freckle covered shoulders
that even beautiful things can be made ordinary.
we are broken fingers and half-closed eyelids and a
penchant for mischief. we are ribbon skin and frantic
desires and incandescent hope. we are a voice spilling
secrets to falling leaves diving after their arachnid brothers,
mimicking the millions before us who were
judged unfairly, unjustly but all too correctly.
we whisper promises to dandelions because they do not
know how to hold grudges and we refuse to die because
the world can not stand the sight of our scars and
cloud-colored eyes filled with a malady called freedom.
we are believers and dreamers and scared to death but we
are not done yet. we are dusty library windows and thunder
raking through bones and leaving eyes glowing, skin shaking,
burning whispers of 'I'm sorry, but this is