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My ears are ringing...
2003-01-22 23:54:26
tears streaming down my smiling face, taking a knife to my wrists
a voice I believed, the lies laugh, addicted to being the victim
crying watching the red liquid trail down the veins
Unable to even take my own life, addicted to being the victim
dyeing the white room red, My cut, goes deeper and deeper and deeper
bound by the crowds of people, I feel lonely, unable to do anything
Tommorow may never come again, on this night in my 16th year
The night is scary, the night is cold, giving myself over to the movements of it.
Tomorrow may never come again, in the Winter of my 16th year.
the victim has no tongue.
there's no light, shut in on that morning, when I was 14.
My cut, grows deeper and deeper and deeper.
I make myself quiet, I close my eyes, and envision the faces of my beloved.
no matter how much I smile, or cry... I can't go back.
I say goodbye to the cold night. My tears dry out.I cut my wrist
Tommorow may never come again, on this night in my 16th year -
God, I love churning out poetry!
2003-01-20 16:46:31
I screamed out your name
even my voice will probably never reach you
but you know, now I'm ok with that.
some day in my heart you'll be...
I'll dream tonight, dreams of you.
because of that letter I put under my pillow
my dreams are too cruel, my breath is cut off
i always painfully awaken at four in the morning
time is too long
time is too painful
the dreams don't stop
love freezes to death
on a cold night
on this long night
my consciousness splintered and powdered
memories scattered about
holding your ring so tightly that my tears wet the pillow
so i couldn't hear it, i blocked my ears to your voice
one more scar added to my wrist
melting into the wound... you
i am breaking. burning the letter, its reduced to ash
i am breaking. destroy my heart, its reduced to ash
i am breaking. losing you, i love you. -
the pupa dreams of the swallowtail butterfly's wings
2003-01-20 16:33:40
You want to spread your wings and fly, dreaming of the swallowtail butterfly.
you would seem to suit your shed skin......daydream
hit by the pounding rain, you couldn't move anymore
you're just waiting to become food....my mouth opens.
you're almost ready to take flight, so close to sprouting wings.
still my adorable pupa, you are now... an adult aren't you ?
sucking the honey, you who loved the flowers
don't notice me as my beak comes at you,
blooming all over with fogura and escargot.
dear pupa, show me tainted wings. I felt them flitting... from my stomach.
castdown, suddenly shaken, you're broken apart, your wings tear off
Does a snakeskin suit you now ?
spinning you spin and spun, through a life of the same old-same old.
turning you turn and turned as you melt away, .
Shall we blend together into one ?
surely you're swimming the digestive juices like a mermaid,
surely a pupa will sprout wings like a swallowtail butterfly.
IF its you I'll allow it,
even if you are a cruel thing.
You forgot my legs on the ground...
Don't leave them like that Ok ?
- 2003-01-20 02:33:14 Have I mentioned how much this DJ Food CD rules!
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mmm...We're Alive!
2003-01-18 18:09:05
Music: DJ Food CD (all of it)
Mood: 321...hah!
Hotdamn! Zerophite, this DJ Food CD you got me is the most beautiful jazzy, sexy thing I've heard in the longest time!!!!
Holy shit! It's better than sex!
I can see why you like this dude so much.
This CD turns me on. Mmmm....I'm horny. I wonder what it would be like to have September here right now? Hmm...I know where this is heading and I don't really want to think about sex too much now. Bah! screw it! We'd go inside, outside westside, side-by-side....
Sucks that I'm all alone right now. fuck!! this won't be easy.
Well, I'll see her at the dance tonight.
JOURNAL: BigshotSpike (Jordan Peters)
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