Post by xunpredictablel on Sept 20, 2009 17:25:09 GMT -5
|TITLE| 8/2/09
|RATING| PG13
|THEME| Angst-
|NOTES| This one's kind of depressing, I let my therapist read it and she was at a loss for words. It's a difficult poem to understand, but you guys are brilliant. I'm sure you'll get it in no time. I know some of the words seem, off and dumb, but it's how I write and I apologize if it's strange.
your eyes blur grey and fickle truth,
losing more and more your ruth-
less and less of what you see gives you less and less ecstasy.
stop wasting up your life because you're growing down way too late.
you've wasted all this time on grown up things with grown up people
you're falling down this great big hole of rotten things, rotten truths,
you're begging for your oldest youth.
youth is iffy though, running and going like wind to and fro-ing.
you're begging for innocence lost to trickle cost, screaming for your debts like you can pay.
now you're paying with your health, paying with you fell -
go on girl- pick you up, pick up stones and rocks and bones, skin is gone, you asked for it, lust is a sickle funny gift.
smile big now, for the camera right there, oh damn- what's that flashy glare? come down from your pedestal, there is no light left in your eyes.
latest story, come one come all, this failure right in front of you conquers fall-
lost and found with tearing gown- your face is all they see.
compassion bound and pretty sound of your eyes straight in theirs.
people surround, all around, your ears explode and eyes tear up mouth splits fast while they stare.
they reach and tear while laughing still, their heads filled up and dazed.
you beg them, please! this silly face shan't be all you see!
they ignore and press you down, you feel the soil on your skin.
your arms break fast and legs bound down as those around take advantage of your pity, your compassion, your falsest looking out-
pretty please, little girl, you're not so small.
reach out and shoot your guns
pretty please, little girl, wish you'd scream louder.
you're not the only one. . .
|RATING| PG13
|THEME| Angst-
|NOTES| This one's kind of depressing, I let my therapist read it and she was at a loss for words. It's a difficult poem to understand, but you guys are brilliant. I'm sure you'll get it in no time. I know some of the words seem, off and dumb, but it's how I write and I apologize if it's strange.
your eyes blur grey and fickle truth,
losing more and more your ruth-
less and less of what you see gives you less and less ecstasy.
stop wasting up your life because you're growing down way too late.
you've wasted all this time on grown up things with grown up people
you're falling down this great big hole of rotten things, rotten truths,
you're begging for your oldest youth.
youth is iffy though, running and going like wind to and fro-ing.
you're begging for innocence lost to trickle cost, screaming for your debts like you can pay.
now you're paying with your health, paying with you fell -
go on girl- pick you up, pick up stones and rocks and bones, skin is gone, you asked for it, lust is a sickle funny gift.
smile big now, for the camera right there, oh damn- what's that flashy glare? come down from your pedestal, there is no light left in your eyes.
latest story, come one come all, this failure right in front of you conquers fall-
lost and found with tearing gown- your face is all they see.
compassion bound and pretty sound of your eyes straight in theirs.
people surround, all around, your ears explode and eyes tear up mouth splits fast while they stare.
they reach and tear while laughing still, their heads filled up and dazed.
you beg them, please! this silly face shan't be all you see!
they ignore and press you down, you feel the soil on your skin.
your arms break fast and legs bound down as those around take advantage of your pity, your compassion, your falsest looking out-
pretty please, little girl, you're not so small.
reach out and shoot your guns
pretty please, little girl, wish you'd scream louder.
you're not the only one. . .