November 2009
4 posts
Go!
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
Fight it.
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Fight it.
Fight it.
STOP!
Hello?
Are you here to? In this space?
Is this another section of the race?
I can put things here the others shouldn’t face.
But only if you’re in the place.
October 2009
10 posts
Listen
It’s a coaster ride that ends in the stars.
A spoon dug pit, filling with magma.
A paradrop from a million feet.
It’s rough and it’s hard, but don’t abandon me.
In the end (which is near), I will be well without fear.
I will be where I’m going, and it’s very near here.
It’ll be quite the trip, but lets let it rip.
Successful, At the end, we will...
Of course there is going to be problems.
There are problems with everything.
oops...
Bullet in the brain
Can’t feel the pain
Blood falls like rain
Body gives it shade
The corpse hits the ground
No life can be found
Smile stretches round
Now I have seen brains.
My heart pumps.
His body slumps.
My soul jumps
As I start to pray
It’s better this way
A brand new day
Uprooting the stump.
September 2009
16 posts
Caffine Addiction.
Does not mix well with boredom.
Only option; sleep.
The Frozen Spine
And with the clock there goes my spine. The familiar chill is now mine.
My emotion changes from dismay to fear, when I see that day is here.
I almost prefer it to what I was feeling, still though my stomach is reeling.
Here it comes, I count the minutes. I cannot sleep, I must stay with it.
Armageddon, the moment of truth. I only hope it goes smooth.
Gone Hot.
And so the war begins, I’m the one who drops the bombs. I will aim the guns, and I will right their wrongs.
I’ll turn their land to dust, Questions? No. I will trust in my own directing gaze. I will set their lies ablaze.
Cold War |SisH|there is no you|what can you be...
I’m fighting with people who can’t see that they are in a war with me.
Some think they are, some know they aren’t.
Can I blame them? no.
How far do they wish to go?
What do I have that they don’t?
Do I have them by the throat?
And so is the contest, of which I hope to come out best.
No, I do not hope. I know. I can’t just “THINK”, what does that...
They all suck up, but not I
It was so great, that I almost cried.
How do I say that, without it sounding like lies?
Civility's Iron Curtain
Without the voice, we have no meaning. To others we’re nothing but shells.
Why can’t I speak? I’m sent, careening. Into a silent hell.
Deep within my thoughts are teeming. To nobody them I can spell.
Martial* Law
mctronald:
Do you think marshal law is coming to america? and do you think it will become a police state, my personal opinuoin yes, but i will let you do your own resurch for now.
?
Yes, It is coming/No, It isn’t.
In order for Martial law to be declared something MAJOR would have to happen. If “America” (as we define it) continues it’s downward spiral, I can see it...
Fog
The blueish grey reflects my mood.
It consumes the sky like an animal consumes it’s daily meal.
It’s rainy feel.
The light it steals.
Yet inside is so much appeal.
Towards it, my thoughts are anything but crude.
The Avatars of God
In years of searching, I’ve only found two.
One is on the other side of the physical sphere. Deep in a country far off from here. He toils and continues, day in and day out, yet all He manifests is anger and doubt. He is caged, held back by their “whim”. I cannot relate, to the problems of him. He is blinded, by the lies he is told, He cannot see how himself to break hold. He...
Sleep?
What is it? A frivolous action. It defines our days, gives us “Satisfaction”
It sucks up our time, for what benifit? to suck it away from those we’d rather give it?
Is it selfish? an entity? Does it want to help, or to take me?
Well, Fuck it. It, I don’t care to see. I will resist it until it forces itself around me.
Until I have no choice, but to bow to it’s...
Internal
Why?
Because.
But why?
Because.
That’s not an answer.
Yes it is.
Explain.
No.
Why?
There’s nothing to explain. You already know.
But do I really?
Yes. You just ask these questions, in duress. Your ideas you never give rest, you bully them, like they’re a pest.
Am I unsure? Do I really know?
Yes you do, but you refuse to go. It’s a method of defence, from fear...
Fucking Blogs
I made this place, under false pretenses.
A place to place my scattered sentences.
Towards it though, I feel resentment.
I see in it no value, because none will give it.
So I give it my own, screw your feigned placement.
All you see is meaning others give it.
And not my own, you prefer ignorance.
Sucking up the thoughts to you they sent.
Without seeing them through your own head.
Okay!
I made this because I needed a place to post all this stuff I write. Part of me not writing is that I feel I have no audience, so atleast this way I can pretend like I’ve got one, if I don’t xD.
Have fun reading all this, send me any feedback via email, or forum, or whatever, It’ll help me improve and I’ll appreciate it.
Thanks!
