Peace and Quiet
Have you any tears left,
Or have I made you a desert?
What fiction could tell and fact could weave
To say anything,
Anything at all.
Weeping flowers are sympathetic,
Crushed beneath the frozen snow of winter.
I'll let you answer,
For my tongue's been cut from my lip
In days of late,
And as I lay my head on my Prozac pillow,
I will stare and weep for you.
You will be dry of your own,
But you will bathe in my tears
As leagues are poured from calloused lids
That I have forgotten how to open.
Breathing smoke that blinds me,
I wash away myself
And finally enjoy the
Peace and Quiet.
Korea breaks her trust with hollow eyes glooming.
A step in the wrong direction condemns them.
What glorious seeds of life are blooming
When smoke and oxygen are one again.
It's a long way to the bottom,
But you'll enjoy the ride.
Crash course in a crash test.
What a somber word is spoken
With laughter, fear and growing unrest
That leaves the lucky somehow unbroken.
It's a long way to the bottom,
But you'll enjoy the ride
As the snowy cradle tends to blossom
In the Asian tide.
What do you expect from me?
After everything you've done, what can I do?
I would offer you my heart if you could take it without breaking it.
I feel so God damned shattered and alone
In this broken home,
And you sit and smile all the while with your
False promises, you false prophet,
And I swaqllow everything;
Well, no more.
There's the door.
Walk out the door.
Maybe finally you can see the
Validity of woe that wraps me so.
I guess this is goodbye.
I'm not leaving you
Since you already
This is my lullaby,
And you won't take it from me with your
Forget about me more than
You already have.
My trite chords are my haunting.
The door was open, and you
Spat on the frame.
I feel like I'll never
Be the same.
Never be the sane one.
Forgive me, and don't
Expect the same
From the insane.
I'll never be the same...
Suburban Hip Hop Poem
Powerless to chasmatic malice,
Spasmatic attack with schismatic effect.
I await the words that will do me in
To weeping paroxysms of relief and grief.
I can't wait.
I've waited far too long
For shit to go so wrong.
It has to be perfect.
My perfect eding stolen away
With a razor's kiss like lips
That pisses away what's at my fingertips.
Suburban white bitch with parents who didn't care
Feels the need to express herself by pulling hair.
Toxifies the lungs of the one I love
As I sit and bide my time
And bite my tongue.
I pour my soul into these calloused hands
And wait for you to finally exact my plans.
No one understands,
And please forgive that emo bullshit line,
I meant it in the sense that people feel
I've lost my mind.
With an insane performance that defaced
My own portrait
In retaliation of yours
That requires a settling of scores,
So pack the bags and rags
And set foot away from hags
That reap and sow your every woe.
You have the power
To escape this prison of flesh,
The Girl named Whiskey
Suddenly, a match goes out.
A light unbroken breaks,
And shatters all night through.
Amazement is my answer
To my painful state of mute.
A lost brethren I've become,
And never shall I return.
As long as the bottle will hold me,
In stead of traitorous malice,
I shall be in good company:
When I am alone.
Fear, anger, frustration.
She always has,
And Always will...
Not the "she" that you think I mean:
I mean the girl named Whiskey.
Become has I
And so the grey settles in.
A person motivated, yet maimed.
An allowed maiming, at that.
It cuts all the deeper.
She has found the name of action,
And her sins shall, indeed, be remembered.
Ignorance bred of mind washing.
The Dumb run everything,
Especially our lives.
Gone schismatic in the blink of an eye,
The snap and snip of sheers.
Become has I.
Broken shards of glass cut
My whiskey wounds soaked more in rum.
I drink the elixirs for my health
Until these stabbings are done.
A balm of beer and aspirin
Gives me the strength to carry on.
I wrap within it as I'm plagued
As I am when you're gone.
I love it so.
I love it,
I do dare admit.
Forgive me for my vanity,
But it's so much more than that, you see.
You're beauty, as Nicean barks of yore,
I fear I shall see nevermore.
My whiskey raven gives me comfort.
My whiskey raven makes me bold.
My whiskey rave helps me forget
Those betrayed days of old.
I am baptised in a whiskey river,
Although I'm lost, not found.
I wish to save this, but it's not easy
With opposition all around.
Break the chains,
The whips, the maimes,
End this and set me free.
I can only be held by this whiskey river
Until I'm lost in this river's flee.
I stand alone on the shore,
And quoth the Raven, "Nevermore..."