DELUSIONS....
03.14.08 (10:05 pm) [edit]Delusions Stalking through starkly moonlit trees she catalouges everything she sees. Later she'll come back through this way and maybe, just maybe, here she'll stay. Torn by guilt and surrouded by hate she curses the gods that sent this fate. Human she was, and beautiful too, as to now? She only wished she knew. On four legs does she walk, and with a cough does she talk. Trailing behind, a tail of black, a streak of which trails down her back. She heads for the water, which she can smell, for what she is, only reflection can tell. For years it seems shes traveled thus, with only smells of mold and must. She stops, for she hears water falling, most loudly, it seems to be calling. She proceeds now, terribly slow, is she really sure she wants to know? Up ahead is a curve of white, glowing brightly in the night. Above head high, what could it be, on hind legs, she stretches to see. Over the edge, a reflection appears, worse than she thought after all these years. A pale white face, hair long and black, she watches the face with parched lips go slack. Now in a her yard, bright and green, she doesnt believe the things shes seen. She tells herself it was all a dream, then her mind goes, like a rain swollen stream. Stalking through starkly moonlit trees she catalouges everything she sees. Later she'll come back through this way and maybe, just maybe, here she'll stay........
SEEING....
03.13.08 (6:40 pm) [edit]I met her in the rubble Her face looked untouched, like an unpopped bubble There were birds flying overhead The toxic filled air turned their wings a painful red She hadn't been brainwashed But unlike her my mind was somewhat lost I asked her for help as she passed me by She just looked at me and sighed I lost sight of her in the black sunset My hands began to tremble, my head so upset She was the purest thing I ever laid eyes on But just like those birds she was gone I guess the only way to join her is in flight But my wings remain nailed together, so tight
ONLY HUMAN.....
03.13.08 (6:38 pm) [edit]Only Human By Nate Stanford I have suffered I have witnessed I have crossed paths with defeat but still I remain strong I have wavered I have been pushed to my limits I have fallen but still I get back up by myself I leaped far but it took two to go all the way but still I am alone I am persistent I keep going I do not accept failure but still I do not win stopping Is not something I would do. but the failure to move on has killed me but why? I am only human
HEROES...
03.13.08 (6:37 pm) [edit]heroes run through the streets of the city saving lives, yet they recieve no pity they make themselves victims of our disaster for them, earth is their pastor for us, it is a childrens toy, wearing with use but they stay patient, even after constant abuse and when we cease to stay afloat we call for their help, their hearts they devote they try their hardest, but if they fail we plunge into the deep vale we never forgive them for their unsuccessful attempt and instead of thanks, we show contempt they are the true heroes, whom we dont know and we remain ignorant as they come and go
APOLOGY....
03.13.08 (6:36 pm) [edit]there was a man whom everyone adored when he drove by in his lovely ford the men tipped their hats with a passing grace and they gave their women a big embrace even the kids paused their play in the snow to stand straight up and say hello this man was wealthy, and he was clean he treated his wife like she was a queen but then that fateful december morn' the morale of the US was greatly torn the bombs were dropped on a naval base and the planes left without a trace then the boom of the draft begun the man was chosen; nearly the first one but he indecently gave a bribe and the following regret he could not describe he sent another man out to war only because he felt he had more to live for this man went home and sobbed and wept in over four days he hadn't slept one night, he lost control and on one officers nightly patrol a crisp shot echoed through the air explained in a note, as an act of despair the town was left in a vale of dread when this man put a bullet through his head
CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE....
03.13.08 (6:34 pm) [edit]Can't Take This Anymore And I'm a million miles away My head won't open the curtains to let in the light of day Picking at this scab just to watch it heal It's the only thing that seems to be real Things are separating, falling apart It's not like it was back at the start I am seeing people for the way they are The trust I put in them has gone way too far Even the best of friends are quick to betray You are ruining everything, making all these feelings stay You like to see me in turmoil, brainwashing my closest friend I can't believe all these rules you are still trying to bend I can't control my anger, the skin is not at all tougher I wish I could prick you with needles, just to watch you suffer I can't stand your constant strive to be the best Just close your conceited mouth so my head can rest Maybe we can truly only rely on ourselves Because most painful damage always comes from someone else Why did you have to make it this way? Wait, nevermind I don't want your pathetic excuses Just please shut the fuck up, go find someone else to betray
INSANE....
03.13.08 (5:59 pm) [edit]Sporadic. What is? Her brain. The girl's insane. How so? She writes. It's sickening. And I'm afraid her love for it is deepening. Explain. Her fingers have calloused. The bird's feces is an unhealthy shade. And her fat cat, though I've told her, she has not spayed. Please, elaborate. The box is always talking. Her room has a stench, from which I think I can't recover. ...Tell me ma'am, does she have a lover? Not one. I've begun to believe that she loves herself. That incessant squeaking. That fathomless breathing. What of the box? She says it is her father. Her thoughts and emotions, she claims, it churns. Before, she complained, they were kept in an urn. The content. Flesh against flesh. Chafing and aching. Pressing, exploding, and making! Bleeding and screaming. Distressing and reaching! Her mind it is digressing! And it is all just too depressing! Please! Have you an adhesive? You must be at ease. But she wanders, And because of it she squanders! And that kiss... Kiss? The kiss she casts upon my cheek... Performed and redundant week after week. Yes, sporadic indeed. You concur? Ma'am, it's in her brain. I'm afraid... the girl has gone insane.