bring it back into black
get the shit on
with your freak on
with the things on
on on on

line

shock and awe and amaze me
be good
ERASE ME get the fuck off
and go and
get the back off
why don't you
go back back back back
do the trackback
heel the front and
kill the fun and

fine

ticker tick and tickin' round the clock
be sure to know
draw two arms and legs and
whatcha know

bring out the band
give a bright smile
split your lips
into two
screaming up around all about
what's going on?

television on show
for sale
kicking up in the hearts of men
why don't you
SCREAM

for ice ice ice
cream

say the words you wanna hear
be the person you've always been
scare the shit
right outta them and

bring it back into black

some fear it has on
things to show
for sale and to be
sure for sure
that all the hands
and all the hoods to
see in space are
gone for good.

Labels: poem

breathe, in
look at the window
like what you see?
raining and raining
is what's in front of me

sunshine's a liar
it never stays on
you can't keep it close
and once you look
away
it's already gone.

wish you can touch the light?
feel the heat;
(get outside)
green and brown all over
and under your feet

wish you could wonder
how the feeling sets in
the water's rising over
it's time to begin

stretch your hands out
the warmth is a lie
what you feel now
is something going by -

fast, quick, slow.
go and watch it flow.
raining raining raining
on your hand;
the water's running

breathe out
look in the house and
like what you see?
or you don't
want to see

the rain soaks your shirt

you feel the cold
and so does the earth

Labels: poem, wtf

dear miserable me
have you done everything you wanted?
have you gotten all the things you need
have you gone from place to place
to say goodbye
to the ones you'll never face

starting tomorrow?
or did you pull out from your sorrow.
have you wondered yet whether they'll forget you
some of them will
some of them won't
mostly the wills more than the won'ts
as you wonder they'll wonder too

asking themselves
why hadn't i said
'how do you do?'
it'll make a difference? it probably won't.
after all, you're not the type to let it all go.

so dear miserable me
do the things that you wanted.
get the things that you need.
go see all the faces
you'll never have to see.

starting tomorrow.

aim from the side and bring it along
make sure you hit where it bleeds the most.
let it all spill and let it go black
when the time comes
it's time to go.

Labels: poem