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[May. 11th, 2005|04:34 am] |
| [ | music |
| | My Chemical Romance - Skylines and Turnstiles | ] |
Tired
of this damn city
same old places
familar faces
irony in deja vu
craive
something new
experiance
something too grand
not to view
I dont want to die in this city
I dont want to die in this city
feelings hurt
turning blue
you dont shed a tear
you shed a shoe
shake off your fears
go ahead
shed some tears
you're not alone
forget about the zone
and just think
to each his own
go out there, son
and win this one |
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| another poem to set the mood |
[Apr. 5th, 2005|10:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | creative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Freshman - Verve Pipe | ] |
this is a poem I wrote my senior year in highschool at East Kentwood. I don't really like it very much, but then again i'm always hard on myself and my work. But this one I don't really care for. Even thought I dont think its very good, It was good enough to get into Vission , East Kentwood's Litaracy & Art Magazine. here it is:
Inescapable bees shot past,
quick grasshoppers dart in long grass,
frogs shooting from place to place,
horrendous heat reeks human smell,
daylight drapes over night's domain,
swimming pools, tubes, rafts,
expressed fun between all,
relaxation re-energizes us for the next day
no heavy books, teachers or homework until all too soon
this is summer's master plan
Yeah, I hate it. |
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| Poetry, please comment with constructive critism |
[Apr. 5th, 2005|03:16 am] |
"tainted"
under tainted Jesus
future hopes and dreams
laid out on the table in front of me
open for the public to see
waiting to be told
what i'm doing is right
or why I have to fight
is this life even my own
or am I merely a clone
plastic figurine
in a child's snowglobe
so easily my world is shaken
like glass
so lightly spoken
everything fragile and broken
"image"
With your fake emo glasses
and hair covering one half of your eyes
tight vintage band shirts
Ipod earphones comfortably installed
messanger bag at your side
riddled with buttons
how many does it take
to share your views with the world
cancer flows between pressed lips
with each inhaled breath
slowly killing time
between indie rock concerts
and death in your eyes
"Tides"
an expansive sea,
tides pull us towards
diverse routes in opposite directions
can we cheat ourselves
and prematurly know
final desination
like reading the last page
of a book before the first
is there a choice
which path we follow
are we being led
by unseen force
like the tides
which path will lead to bliss
"Spoken"
sound
burst into brain
radiating from a central point
painful
much like a stab in the chest
with a rusty knife
leaving a scar deeper
then actions ever could
everything that was
is no longer
feeling
crushed,
forgotten,
alone.
"what purpose"
reflected white light
falling from above
just enough to see the outline of breath
huddled tight trying to maintain warmth
you take a hit off your cigarette
what is it that fuels your addiction
the nicotine runing though your blood
or the friendly encounters
often had merely because you are there
and share their dirty habbit
with your bleached blond spiked hair
and distant stare
you slowly kill yourself
but for what purpose does it serve? |
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