"Fold"
One existence so far away.
One awaiting the special day.
A million rays of light before.
A million more to follow on.
To go. To take.
To want. To fake.
Anything to bring it closer.
To fold? Impossible.
To travel? Generations.
To cry. Already been.
To scorn. Through my tears seen.
One day,
I hope to see you there.
I feel dirty,
And alien.
Like I'm buried in a coffin,
With a hole punched in the top.
Slowly I am encumbered, restricted,
As my breath is slowly taken away.
They say there is a time...
And a place, for everything.
I guess I wasn't ready when my time came.
And I knew it was wrong.
I dug deeper.
Everything around me seemed to shudder.
Even the walls shook, but it was a farce.
Just a mockery of why I don't do that.
Why I don't try to hurt myself in such a manner.
The walls fell.
Even though I was crying and my eyes we're grey,
I could see outside the square, my place.
See the nessesities of life tumble away,
Feel everything I
A masquerade; for the popular mockery.
Hundreds of guests; spewed from inside of me.
Variations of clothing; bright and dark.
Individuality; from every corner of my wake.
Glow, behold.
From the deepest black; conjured and released.
The sinister tide; pined and deceased.
Gold aura eminates; from the middle of the pack.
Hands stretched outwards; Take it back.
Engage, grasp.
Utopia regained; surrounded by belief.
Euphoria claimed; overcome with relief.
In the middle of the pack; subtlety contrives.
Engaged in a grasp; the dearest cries.
Usually I don't feel so volatile.
But today I hate so much it hurts.
I just want to hurt you,
Take my turn and scar you,
The anger swelling in my stomach burns.
I think I know as my sanity ebbs away,
My peaceful resolve goes with it.
What you did to me was a surprise,
It's is too much to realise.
Tolerating that basket of shit.
Please, let me be.
For the sake of my;
Humanity.
I can't feel this, it is an alien hate;
Stow it away, designate.
I am not a monster.
You know when I look into that snake's eyes,
A flare of impartial fidelity is aroused.
Can I lower myself,
And kill myself,
For the sake of a spot in the crowd.
Or
Hate
Don't you feel?
Bereft of zeal.
Emotions concealed.
Love
Is it real?
Turning wheel,
A hearty meal.
Two questions, one for each team
They wield the power to contrive.
Anguish finds comfort betwixt the two.
On the left hand,
Greed, war, murder, rape.
Moral felonies galore.
On the right hand,
Stars, fruit, trees, gender.
Lawful felonies galore.
Where does it all come from?
Places failed by science.
Why can't we submit to ourselves?
Laws based on science.
My advice;
If you hate, conceal.
If you love, reveal.
defuse the bomb, dont let you die (BAM!)
youll lose your wings up in the sky! (OOPS!)
oh my god, your lifes a lie! (WANT!)
prove your worth and open your eyes! (SIGHT!)
i went on a walk, ate some pork, had a talk
heard some bjork, man shes a dork! (but oh so fun)
but nevertheless i allowed her vibe
i opened my ears and she came inside (...RIOT!)
your wrong, arent you (will you please step down?)
ten things i hate about you
want me to express the blue?
toe, foot, shin, thigh, hip, chest, arm, hand, finger, head
debadge yourself, genius! YOU ARE OH SO NEW!
your wrong, arent you (in and out, throbbing about)
maybe your the epitome
there is a little man in my head
he tells me what to do
he tells me where to go
he tells me what to say
he tells me how to evaluate
but he doesnt force me to do it
there is a little man in his head too
his name is kano
he beats up the autonomy of the man inside my head
but i fight back and i tell him he isnt ready to be born
in kanos head is violence and war
just like the world
he can only think of murder and sacrafice, but not martydom
he is the little man inside of me that suggests my malevolence
these little men help me be an individual
and some people think thats insane
these little men help me ignore what some people say
you think i love it
i know i hate it
to make me suffer
its so hard to stop
you think its a test
i think you need rest
you want to see me suffer
cant i just finish up
i am so deep now
and u dont know how
i will make u suffer
i will clean you up
the class sits around passing time
blacks sits among the whites, no difference, no crime
all is happy and jovial times are had
until an accident turns this good scene bad
a radio announcer warns an assault
the teacher runs the class towards the vault
but alls too late, the thunder is heard
the sound burns their ear drums but it doesnt hurt
flames ingulf the poor students and the others
the walls collapse, the roof shatters
and outside, the wittnesses scream
a desperate attempt is made but none can see
the children cry and the mothers wail
but in the end they know they will fail
another bomb is dropped from above
killing the sur
as i listen to these sounds
i feel a rush go thru my body
i know your jaw is hurting
but i just get so bored
as i pay attention to your actions
i know your blood us gushing
your whole body hurts and you scream
but i just get so bored
as i finish up and clean the mess
i know your crying and in pain
i let you pass out and then theres silence
this is what happens when im bored
many wonders spring forth from your world
keep stability on your virtual fantasy
until one passing moment impedes a synapse
and i am left for dead in your epitome
its dark in my room and my monitor keeps the light
i fear the moth on my roof is wanting to fight
i will ready my first when im girt with fear
as the time of the moths reckoning is near
danoz direct is boring my to tears
it makes me relaise all of my fears
like the moth on the cieling pooing on my head
the silent defecation stretched its anus and so the moth bled
and as the moth bled i feel the droplets collide
my hair will adapt so they two can coincide
my cranium will evolve and bring upon the new
ill have the blood hair that looks and smells like poo
Togther we went, side by side.
Hand in hand and eye in eye.
A new beginning of emotion was nigh,
An omnipresent love surrounded I.
With locked fingers, oblvious to all around,
The moment seemed endless, and i had found
The soulmate that had once been foretold;
A soulmate that seemed to be laden in gold.
Without a heed to what was within sight,
I ignored a silver glimmering knife.
Your head tilted back and you cried for help,
But idiot i turned and shut out the yelp.
The sound of a choking mistress was behind.
But the cowardess of me brought upon my cloak.
I covered my face and turned around head down,
Saw you choking in your bl
somewhere deep inside my heart
i feel something amazing and new
for some reason in my mind
i can only think of you
i will do it all to be with you
for now i will visit you in my dreams
harmless and vibrant, ill take note
just for now, ill visit you in my dreams
with every sentence and every word
you sound divine
but mental prejudice thwarts my performance again
here i lay indulging in your odreals
the divinity persists
with another motivational sentence ill throw out my old soul
it seems recycling my spirit isnt enough
keeping misjustice
morphing into a better being doesnt seem to be my forte
without a visible smile ill stand by
waiting for the day
a smile emerges and the feeling of regret washes away
surrounded by a finite number of smiles; one goddess
there remains sliminess, there remains enough ugliness to
shatter your windows, to turn the most colourful flowers black
and next to a genius, ignorant of the heart break
coming forth to greet me, coming forth to trick and slay me
ill play part in the murder, greet you with open arms and
feel love overwhelm me, feel love reduce me to a humble male
get the life sucked out of me, creating a graveyard of pity
and all around me i see what i am not, what i could be.
an epitome of the devils reincarnation of himself
emotionless and scarred, the tears run hot and burn me
without pain an
Current Residence: Australia. Favourite genre of music: Heavy, alienated, industrial. Favourite style of art: Midieval. Operating System: Windows ME. MP3 player of choice: Winamp. Shell of choice: Explorer. Wallpaper of choice: The Lord of the Rings Ringwraiths pic. Skin of choice: Synapse at the moment. Favourite cartoon character: Shinji, Optimus, Homer Simpson.
YO, whurd up down under? Yes you America, now that it has been proven AUSTRALIA is on top of the world. :D
And whurd to the rest of the world.
Well, today i purchased myself a Sketchbook, erasor and pencils. I am going to try get into the freehand area of art. I've always been a shithouse drawer, and I've always wanted to be a really good one, so i decided to put my foot down and get into it! As soon as i find a scanner i will upload some of my drawings that i think are good here :). I just completed my first one, I think it is rather nifty, for my first attempt at a human!
You'll just have to wait and see, won't you :).
Well I'm off to c
I think it is time to update my journal again, as i haven't since June :)
Well, urm.. uhh.. I would say something but i have nothing to say - save something spontaneous i could make up now :)
Such as, pulling hairs out of my head, wrapping them around my car key and marketing is as a cherokee hair tampon, which ALSO, can be used to start Jeep Grand Cherokee's. Woo woo!
I also just submitted a new poem titled Magic Carpet Ride. It's very mystical and i am happy with it and overly glad to share it ! :) If you find the time go check it out and comment! :)
Anyways gotta jet, cyas round :)
Friday 22nd, 1445
Okay, damn americans being one day behind :) Get a life and catch up u slack arses!
/me flushes a toilet and giggles.. oo opposites!
:D:D:D:D
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Friday 22nd, 1440
Well, once again, INCEEEEEEDIBLE boredom has lept into and taken part of my life... sif i could live without it!
(ps, im bored)
gawd..
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Well, i was completely bored shitless so i thought i may as well update my DevArt Journal!
Now, you will hear alot of this from me, it's always around me, it always will be and it always has been. It's boredom. I am so bored now it is just not funny, and if you think it is well then,