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#24.Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic
why we're into
what we do when we're
if we've shared a straw
if we've made out
if we've slept together
if we've held hands
while walking at night
if you always think of me
if you check my blog every once in a while
if you stalk my Facebook profile
if we talk about our future together
if we look into each other's eyes
if we have confessed to the other
not even me.
#23.Boys and Babies
Boys are dirty
Boys are bad
Boys are horny
They make me so mad
They'll tell you they love you
They'll tell you they care
Most of it isn't true
They just want to stare
But I do love babies
There She GoesAs a poet
I've always learned to take the weather seriously
And when I was small
I made a decision to never miss out the rain
Never ever to sit in, like an adult
And this is how I ended up, soaking myself wet
In the early mornings before my finals, afresh
Or the day the storm brought a few wires down
And today when
I rushed outside
It was because I had mixed feelings
And I hoped that
Some answer would come my way
And then the rain took me too cold
To the point I had to cross my arms and tremble
But I stayed like that till
The real revelation came
I was cold, even more frigid
As my bones chilled to point I could feel no more
And then I melted, my heart gave a glow
So that a warmth spread throughout me burning bright
And it seemed I had found the truth told
As I saw the ripples dancing across the water
Always coming back after spreading against the wall
Give it all
And you'll get it back someday
If not these days
Just remember it might be in a better way
And I was, in no way unnerved
Social Scale.Nothing should ever feel guilty
about the way it breaths;
heaving hearts pressure lungs
to fall to their knees.
But what does it matter?
The hierarchy shows that we are
put in our place,
now it is time to face
our fears with dignity
and to fight for our right
to be free.
reach for the stars they saiddead roses in empty bottles-
the manifesto of destitution
desperation, and dirty alleys
the question is not whether to be
or to not to be
but whether we will be or were
were we fools digging for
gold in a dumpster?
looking for beauty in our lies
we all have the potential to be something
but something is just a word, not a life
An Ode to Wal-MartIt chews you up and spits you out
like Grendel under mist and moor
it vomits filth and happenstance
as slithering human detritus
cancer sacks and pulsing wretches
rolling wheels and obscene noises
“Welcome to Wal-Mart how may I help you?”
tell why I even bother
tinsel toys and flashing gadgets
a slice of subhumanity
it stands to paint the worst quite clear
to Hell with standards and personality
“Welcome to Wal-Mart; how may I help you?”
Sheep - Trial VersionIm born! Cant do this on my own
Father puppeteer, wont you live my life for me
I invoke my narrators - ease my endeavours
Write for me a scenario!
Safe and sheep - more sleep!
I worship the conspiracy - get me hooked on something, please!
I want my social disease and all i can chow down mass sympathy
Justifying pain killers, I want them all,
Just let me fit in, I feel this is my curtain call
Safe and sheep – more sleep!
I trade one soul and ninety nine percent of my brain
These neck implants look so good on me!
Drastic measures for rebellious feelings
Addict, addict... tears, booze, repeat
The ash,the high, the sin... oh, my.
The distortion of the society
Safe and sheep. More sleep.
Hero and VictimThe Hero grins – an awful sight
vengeance comes like a fettered beast
yoked and saddled we claimants ride
but if it’s so – who tames the rider?
an idol to the long oppressed
the line is then between dark liberator and sweet tyrant
it’s a line we know but choose to hide
for all have need of Heroes
few are those that lie with ease
and fake the passage of manly hatred
deceived of self the victim is
who through oblivion raises shrines
f r a g m e n t e//d
and my voice is
s h a t t e r e//d
and high-end lasers fling from my trembling fingers,
trying to scratch out all my m e m o r i e//s/
What kind of justice crowns the world that pats itself as it swallows its own tail?
g r i n//d my g r i t t y mental flows and
d i s i n t e g r a t//e///
because the politics of this world are bleached
and the society that tries to run them are sunstroked
ResolveSilly staple what have you done?
Where have you gone?
Is the stack too high?
The hunger too much?
Tap on that door
See that solution
but why when there's such pollution?
Keep your head down
and continue the path of
past mistake or
begin again with
Reach for the sky
And pierce the heavens,
It's a tired lie
When they say we can
Never dream big.
This is our home,
Made by our own hands,
Where our souls roam
Across these gray lands
That never end.
That grunt, roar, and scream;
Suits, never stop moving
If death lived here,
Then there would be no
One else; yet fear
exists like disease
without a cure.
The ones who talk
Walk the path of bent
Truth; they just squawk,
Life is a game
Built for thinking men
Who, for a name,
Would risk everything,
Even their souls.
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