Oh goodness, I don't have anything to say. Here's some writing I'll pull of my computer in the hopes that no one will read it. So, here goes, fresh from my twisted little brain.
Poems About America and Its Culture
Beautiful
You bleached your hair that platinum blond And they thought you were beautiful You wore those clothes that were sheer and tight And they thought you were beautiful You caked your face in makeup and cream And they thought you were beautiful You lost some weight Then more Then more They found you dead on the bathroom floor And as you lay still in your coffin They gather round and say these words “My, doesn’t she look beautiful.”
City of Tin
Dancing in circles through this city of tin I know not who I am I know not where I’ve been But these buildings are dented and these people have rusted I know one thing is certain This world lies forgotten Forgotten by kings and forgotten by knights Forgotten by joy and remembered by plight The castles will collapse in the whistling breeze The sunlight will die and the darkness will seize. I’ve forgotten all purpose as I traipse on through I see nothing but shatters of the world I once knew And I hear the clocks ticking as our time runs out I see the hands turning, fueled by human doubt And I cannot number what’s left of our days And I can’t remember the feel of sun’s rays Here in the city that’s made out of tin Here on this planet we’re all living in Here in the nations, falling apart Here on the earth where the end had a start
Poem/Songs About My Suckish Life
Everywhere
I’m losing my mind I can see your face in every drop of rain that plummets from the deadened skies And I can hear your voice It rings in the rhythm of the radio And the strum of a guitar You’re never too far…
Why are you everywhere I go? I can’t escape the storm of my own sorrow You follow me just like a shadow A ghost of the past with no tomorrow And I can’t ever let you go
I can’t think anymore Your memory’s clouding where my thoughts once were You’re in the pealing of the angel’s bells You’re in the rusty creak of the gates to hell I can’t find you but you’re always there
Why are you everywhere I go? I can’t escape the storm of my own sorrow You follow me just like a shadow A ghost of the past with no tomorrow And I can’t ever let you go
No, I can’t ever let you go I won’t ever let you go
Fix Yourself I don’t know how long it’s been Since I’ve had some sleep And I can’t remember when I wasn’t in too deep To pull myself together And get on with my life All my days are spent saving you From your self-made strife Those countless times I told you That I’ll love you ‘till the end Those nights I spent consoling you Being more than just a friend Did you hear what I was telling you? I tried to save your life Did you see how much I loved you When I took away that knife? But did you ever listen… Can you hear my voice?
Can you hear me now? I don’t think you ever heard me How did I ever get involved In this ruthless game where all I ever do is try to catch you when you fall But,darling you should know It’s time for me to go And I’m not coming back; you’re on your own I wish you would have listened, when I told you, Fix yourself.
I can’t say That I’ve ever felt this way I love you and I hate you I want you here I want you gone I want you to still love me… I want you to move on Move on Move on Move on Nothing will ever be like it was before Nothing will bring me back to your front door I’m through with you and all the tears I cried for you through all the years I am done Saving you My heart has hardened We are through
You never heard my voice.
Can you hear me now? I don’t think you ever heard me How did I ever get involved In this ruthless game where all I ever do is try to catch you when you fall But darling you should know It’s time for me to go And I’m not coming back; you’re on your own I wish you would have listened, when I told you, Fix yourself. Why don’t you fix yourself? Fix yourself.
WELL.That's enough angst for one day, I do believe. And, by the way, don't worry about me because I wrote that, those are all from around February. Anyways... yeah. Toodles.
prettybluedresses · Sun May 18, 2008 @ 10:58pm · 0 Comments |