big big war

see how the skulls we build
see how these towers we fill
crash down fury red
the cracks in our hearts and heads
besides you sleep, i slide
a place where we can hide
OH! ELECTRIC SHOCKS NO!
OH! ELECTRIC SHOCKS NO!
smile sticks a kiss
could not stop it
all is not well in the big big war

weekend wars

Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beast that doesn't quiver anymore,
And we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change.
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much

Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love

Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hill
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
But it's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars

Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love

I'm a curse and I'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin

as above so below

Sailing silver waves, trough the skies and round your eyes
And in the pockets of the tide a meeting place by night

Sequin covered swans, that are used to make their own mosaic's
A ceremony comes:
An exponential fate

The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowly come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows
as above so below

A whippoorwill will in flight, turns east towards Westphalia
In search of lost time, with the magic of true light

Tone zodiac in tune, with the fossils of our themepark
And falling from the seams, is a steeple swarmed light

The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowly come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows
as above so below

Galloping galloping beams faster...
Joining together and still faster...
Onwards past never and still faster...
Always past never and still faster...

are you coming?

backstabers needed.

x

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and talk with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

estranged

the solid word that i can bare to speak at this moment.
the soldiers in war that wont make it home.
and the look on her face when she finds out.
the man who begs for money on the corner.
the mom who emancipated her son at age 12.
and the godmother who moved to Australia and missed it all.
and dog that cant find its way home.
the cat it killed for food.
and the owner who cried her soul out because of it.
the girl who never had a father growing up.
the mother who never told her the truth.
and the father that thinks of her everyday.

estranged.

trust

reasons for trust are unknown to me.it is such a farce word, i dont listen to it anymore.and you know how people are always like "you can only trust your family"? what if you CANT?i cant. and i think its sad that i only trust one person in this world.one girl.shes not even related to me and yet im closer to her than my mom. im not saying that my mom is a bad woman,shes nice, but so oblivious to life surrounding her.anyways, this girls name is Maya.And if you want to know what her face looks like: http://alannahxis.deviantart.com/art/maya2-87000269
me and her have common goals and interest, everything like such as(LMFAO!): modeling, shopping,reading Gossip Girl, and we are both vegetarians.I have many emotions toward my family at this point in my life. and i couldn't think of a word to describe it all, but , finally i found one:Estranged.the perfect adjective for me. and in my next poem, i will write about this word and how it affiliates with my life.

miss

Hello there ,
the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally
if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night
we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never end

Where are you
and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep
I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody
and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so
haunting every time
And as I stared
I counted
the webs from all the spiders
catching things
and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home
and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me
your already the voice inside my head

http://youtube.com/watch?v=iYEM68HIm0Y

oh hun,

oh hun,
i never wanted a second chance
sweety listen,
i did that out of sacrifice
to make MYSELF smile
to get a laugh out of the day
a second chance?
you fool,
you already gave me 5
stop quoting literature and listen
oh hun,
i was being nice
being nice by being MEAN
remember me
remember,
i can manipulate you
and i just did

the girls oh oh

out with your indigestion
this world counts one by one
folks got high by a quarter to five
but you feel you've grown up not done
nothing but the local DJ
he said he had some songs to play
when went down with schooling around
will bring hope to a brand new day
imagine all the girls
oh oh oh
and the boys
oh oh oh
and the strings
oh oh oh
and the drums
the drums
the drums
oh oh oh oh
nothing was the same again
all about where and when
blowing our minds in a light fun kind
you've got to love the bee bee em
when this hope was all but doneee
remembering how this begunnn
he wore his love like a hand in a glove
and the preacher plays it all night long
nothing but the girls
oh oh oh oh
and the boys
oh oh oh oh
and the strings
oh oh oh oh
and the drums
the drums
the drums
the drums
oh
oh
oh
oh
oh
oh
nothing but the local DJ
said he had some songs to play
ah ah ah ah ah
ey ey ey ey
ah ah ah ah ah
ey ey ey ey
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
and the drums
the drums
the drums
the drums
oh!