i don't want to go to school tomorrow and face what seems to be an angry bulldog, or a real-life puppet of little miss piggy. i don't want to go! i know that something bad will happen. i know that detention will come along. i know that this little slip of paper will reach me at the end of the day with a condescending look from my home-room teacher.
i know it's going to happen.
welcome to the show
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
we dance inside this tragedy
show me your emotion.
show me your feelings.
your sentiments.
your opinions.
what you think.
please, because i have no mind of my own.
show me your feelings.
your sentiments.
your opinions.
what you think.
please, because i have no mind of my own.
are you ready for me?
let’s hope that you are, because i’m not going to slow down for anybody.
today we studied you. you in all your glory, like a shining beacon, taken down from your perfect pedestal and placed on that cold, hard table naked and waiting for my knife to pierce your flesh like your words pierced mine.
it really hurt you know?
those things you said.
those gesticulations you made.
i hope you’re ready for me.
nings
please just leave me alone so i can mope.
bring me something nice to get high on and maybe i'll stop.
bring me something nice to get high on and maybe i'll stop.
computers, tvs and over-watched sitcoms
just because you hate me doesn't mean you can judge the rest of the world.just because "you're going through a tough time right now" doesn't mean you can take it out on people. just because i'm not adequate, right, correct, whole, complete, real doesn't mean that you can take out what you call "anger" on the rest of us.
sit down please, hello nice to meet you, i teach your daughter how to be a bitch, and right now she's excelling, an A + student, very nice, you've raised her very well, may i ask where she learnt it from?
she learnt it from me.
oh, is that so? congratulations to you then, because if she keeps going the way she's going now she's going to be big, really big, she'll probably run a small company and make the workers put each-others stationary in jell-o, yup, that's what your daughter'll probably end up doing, as long as she continues working hard at her studies and keeps taking example from you.
thank you.
you're totally welcome.
sit down please, hello nice to meet you, i teach your daughter how to be a bitch, and right now she's excelling, an A + student, very nice, you've raised her very well, may i ask where she learnt it from?
she learnt it from me.
oh, is that so? congratulations to you then, because if she keeps going the way she's going now she's going to be big, really big, she'll probably run a small company and make the workers put each-others stationary in jell-o, yup, that's what your daughter'll probably end up doing, as long as she continues working hard at her studies and keeps taking example from you.
thank you.
you're totally welcome.
"because you know what it's like to be victimised?"
i do. i know exactly what it feels like to be victimised. it's like being pulled onto a table with strange utensils next to you, and then you look up to see a pair of spiraling eyes on top of you that hypnotize you so that they can cut you open and look at your innards.
"there's worse things than seeing a person's innards."
what are you implying?
i do. i know exactly what it feels like to be victimised. it's like being pulled onto a table with strange utensils next to you, and then you look up to see a pair of spiraling eyes on top of you that hypnotize you so that they can cut you open and look at your innards.
"there's worse things than seeing a person's innards."
what are you implying?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
"do you think i've changed?"
luckily for you, i do think you've changed.
you've changed in the most marvellous of ways: into something new.
you've morphed, rapidly, into something that you were not before and right now you're sitting to yourself, staring at that big, blank, blinding piece of paper and shitting yourself thinking "i should have studied more."
but you didn't have to.
because that test was fucked up.
changing is the manifestation of something bright and happy and new within oneself; something that only comes with new friends, or more specifically, sitting with different people at lunch in those bleak gray dresses against that bird-shit stained red-brick wall. yup, that's what makes you change.
or even standing behind a counter looking down while scanning things and when you look up you realise all along the person you have been trying not to stare at has been staring at you.
and smiling.
"so did i make you happy?"
"no. leave me alone."
you've changed in the most marvellous of ways: into something new.
you've morphed, rapidly, into something that you were not before and right now you're sitting to yourself, staring at that big, blank, blinding piece of paper and shitting yourself thinking "i should have studied more."
but you didn't have to.
because that test was fucked up.
changing is the manifestation of something bright and happy and new within oneself; something that only comes with new friends, or more specifically, sitting with different people at lunch in those bleak gray dresses against that bird-shit stained red-brick wall. yup, that's what makes you change.
or even standing behind a counter looking down while scanning things and when you look up you realise all along the person you have been trying not to stare at has been staring at you.
and smiling.
"so did i make you happy?"
"no. leave me alone."
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
i'm a fail
i want to lay down on that soft, soft grass and place my head on your lap. i want you to run your hands through my hair, and tell me how beautiful i look from this angle. i want to look up at you and show you how much i love you with just one look.
because sometimes that's all it takes.
but we all know that's not gonna happen any time soon, don't we?
because sometimes that's all it takes.
but we all know that's not gonna happen any time soon, don't we?
staring into modern space
and i think to myself
"what a wonderful world."
i think that's a lie. i think the only truth of that sentence is the part where i thought it was wonderful. the part where i hoped. the part that i said before everything you were to me was melted to create one great mess of a science prac on the floor.
i wish that my teacher would stop calling me a liar, because she's the one i learnt it from.
"i totally can't believe she said that."
"what a wonderful world."
i think that's a lie. i think the only truth of that sentence is the part where i thought it was wonderful. the part where i hoped. the part that i said before everything you were to me was melted to create one great mess of a science prac on the floor.
i wish that my teacher would stop calling me a liar, because she's the one i learnt it from.
"i totally can't believe she said that."
are you really ready?
she took one last look in the mirror before turning away.
"i really should have broken you."
she steps out the door, covering her eyes from the burst of light that is the sun's rays.
only two steps and she falls to the ground and there's a thud.
a loud, sickening thud.
and he's outside, leaning over her, crooning to her, telling her
"it will be alright."
but she knows it won't.
this happens every time.
that's why she'll never break the mirror.
so she lets go.
and then she's gone.
"i really should have broken you."
she steps out the door, covering her eyes from the burst of light that is the sun's rays.
only two steps and she falls to the ground and there's a thud.
a loud, sickening thud.
and he's outside, leaning over her, crooning to her, telling her
"it will be alright."
but she knows it won't.
this happens every time.
that's why she'll never break the mirror.
so she lets go.
and then she's gone.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
you're too special to receive a mark
yes, you're a special child.
you're you.
and nothing can change that.
not even the fancy clothes and custom hairdo.
not even the friends that look at you like a piece of meat ready to be cooked.
but will end up burnt.
you're you.
and nothing can change that.
not even the fancy clothes and custom hairdo.
not even the friends that look at you like a piece of meat ready to be cooked.
but will end up burnt.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
blame the trains and their drivers
don't go. don't go. don't go.
i won't.
but it's only because you asked me so nicely. i wonder what you would do if i threatened to leave forever.
what would you do for me then?
writing in the sky captures your attention.
"will you marry me?"
did you do that for me?
so what if i didn't.
then i'll cry.
i'm leaving.
don't go. don't go. don't go.
i won't.
but it's only because you asked me so nicely. i wonder what you would do if i threatened to leave forever.
what would you do for me then?
writing in the sky captures your attention.
"will you marry me?"
did you do that for me?
so what if i didn't.
then i'll cry.
i'm leaving.
don't go. don't go. don't go.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
roses and a small amount of oxygen
there's an accountable amount of stars in the sky and
there's a thousand lines about the way you smile written
in
my
mind.
what's better than hearing that in a hand-written letter delivered to the shiny red box on my front lawn?
you in person.
there's a thousand lines about the way you smile written
in
my
mind.
what's better than hearing that in a hand-written letter delivered to the shiny red box on my front lawn?
you in person.
i'm good at it
i'm good at it.
really good.
and then i look at you and i fall to pieces because you shatter me.
and it hurts.
it really hurts.
i keep seeing images of you wherever i go, down the road, through the fields, into the night.
and it reminds me of how common you are.
how, and i know this sounds stupid, everyone has one of you.
but you know what makes you special to me?
the fact that i loved you.
and i probably still do.
but i'll never tell.
really good.
and then i look at you and i fall to pieces because you shatter me.
and it hurts.
it really hurts.
i keep seeing images of you wherever i go, down the road, through the fields, into the night.
and it reminds me of how common you are.
how, and i know this sounds stupid, everyone has one of you.
but you know what makes you special to me?
the fact that i loved you.
and i probably still do.
but i'll never tell.
Friday, March 13, 2009
je ne veux pas d'un éléphant dans un boa.
"i fell in love with you."
he walked around and finding no-one climbed the biggest mountain he could find.
"is anyone there?"
his echoed replied.
"is anyone... there?"
again, there was his echo.
he walked alone for a long time before he met the snake.
"i can send you back home."
and in the end... he does.
he walked around and finding no-one climbed the biggest mountain he could find.
"is anyone there?"
his echoed replied.
"is anyone... there?"
again, there was his echo.
he walked alone for a long time before he met the snake.
"i can send you back home."
and in the end... he does.
you're not that great.
you are the world.
and i am the fire.
and by the end of this life i will have burned you.
and i am the fire.
and by the end of this life i will have burned you.
toys for guns
as he lay there in the cold battle field
he whispered to the man next to him
"tell her i'm coming home."
he whispered to the man next to him
"tell her i'm coming home."
because tonight i'm gonna fall for you.
stop. look. stop. look. stop. look.
go.
i think this is Déjà vu.
but what does that have to do with anything?
it has to do with what i feel when i look at you.
i feel like we've met somewhere before.
like one day, long ago, you were mine and i was yours and suddenly we were torn apart but now we're together again and it's all coming back to me and finally the end of that waiting for our spirits is at an end.
"we can be together now."
but you'll look back with a skeptic's eye and say
"there's no such thing as love stories."
go.
i think this is Déjà vu.
but what does that have to do with anything?
it has to do with what i feel when i look at you.
i feel like we've met somewhere before.
like one day, long ago, you were mine and i was yours and suddenly we were torn apart but now we're together again and it's all coming back to me and finally the end of that waiting for our spirits is at an end.
"we can be together now."
but you'll look back with a skeptic's eye and say
"there's no such thing as love stories."
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
just in case you thought you weren't in my will
i would give you what matters most to me: my heart.
but it will be useless by then.
will you keep it anyway?
but it will be useless by then.
will you keep it anyway?
if anyone could say it right, it was you
"My camera is running out of batteries- this moment is going to escape from us... fuck."
that's the most accurate thing i've ever read.
that's the most accurate thing i've ever read.
Friday, March 6, 2009
his body limp in her hands,
she held him, unjudging, and wiped the blood from his face.
"i love you."
he could barely let out a reply,
but she heard it loud and clear
"thank you. i will always love you."
"i love you."
he could barely let out a reply,
but she heard it loud and clear
"thank you. i will always love you."
and with infinate gentleness,
i will let you go and be free.
because that's what we wanted. that's what i wanted.
i wanted you to be free, because then you'll be happy,
and then you will smile.
and that's all i've ever wanted.
because that's what we wanted. that's what i wanted.
i wanted you to be free, because then you'll be happy,
and then you will smile.
and that's all i've ever wanted.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
50 y.o
half way to a century,
i can't believe that it's gone so fast.
who said that life flashes before your eyes before you die?
it flashes by while you live.
and when you die, it's not flashes you're seeing.
i can't believe that it's gone so fast.
who said that life flashes before your eyes before you die?
it flashes by while you live.
and when you die, it's not flashes you're seeing.
argh.
cds cds cds cds cds cds cds cds cds cds cds cds cds cds cds cds
music music music music music music music music music music
discs discs discs discs discs discs discs discs discs discs discs discs
usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs
he took away my memory stick.
and peeled the label off.
where did my identity go?
into the bin at the back of the library.
music music music music music music music music music music
discs discs discs discs discs discs discs discs discs discs discs discs
usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs usbs
he took away my memory stick.
and peeled the label off.
where did my identity go?
into the bin at the back of the library.
YA SOSHLA S UMA
i wish that everything i said came out the way i say it in my head. that way everyone would understand. they would listen. they would reciprocate.
and maybe some day, they would dream.
and maybe some day, they would dream.
Monday, March 2, 2009
you're the harmonies to my melody
i like lies.
they make life exciting
because they make you yearn for the truth.
ain't that funny?
a lier makes me an honest person.
they make life exciting
because they make you yearn for the truth.
ain't that funny?
a lier makes me an honest person.
i wish the fairies would stop pulling my hair
sometimes i'd just like to tell you to your face how much it fails.
but most-times i want to tell you it doesn't.
but most-times i want to tell you it doesn't.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
i served him
i think my dreams are bulimic.
"why dear? i always thought you were so happy."
because they keep spitting out chunks of themselves.
"why dear? i always thought you were so happy."
because they keep spitting out chunks of themselves.
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