Post by M!$H on Jul 22, 2008 1:58:38 GMT -5
Just a few things I've written in the last few days.
Of All The Things You To
About that...
That thing you do
Of all the incredible, stupid, things you do
It's the worst
It's the scariest
It's you dead on the street
Shoes on, pants down
It's you cold
Hands folded, church empty
It's you wasting away,
Your life like slow steady piano keys humming to silence
The pipe hot, eyes dilated.
I am waiting for you
I don't know why
I loved you, once, then,
I broke you, twice
And it was never the same then.
And I guess when I think
About that...
Thing you do
Of all the things you do
It's what hurts me the most
What breaks me heart
And I wonder if that's why
It's one of those things you do.
ScreamDream
Awake and screaming dreaming
Sweet, sick pseudo dreams
Like stale gumballs
Heavy and disproportionate
twenty-five cent imagination -
Not even worth it!
And so fight your dreams
Because you can
Beause it will hurt less
When they drift away
Balloons let fly in the air
Dying soft and bright
Blurs on the horizon.
Twist
Skin like terra cotta
Thick, gritty, tough,
Stand against the weather
Let it whip you
Hard and resolute
You are like Samson
All strength, no substance
All depending on an insignificant, dead protein
And your torture -
Clean, simple, crucial,
Your hand like a button,
Let me go -
Your intellectuall bullshi mindgame,
Killing joke cotton,
is like the twist of a lance,
push twist
push twist
push twist
pushtwistpushtwist
push -
it's only go so far, now.
Cut Cut Cut
Bruises like roses in a garden, my body
your hobby,
own me
buy me
kill crush exterminate
dominate hate me
yellow seething sallow breath
glug glug galloon box wine face
misguided affection
fornication
escalation
kill me quick
cut cut cut away.
Of All The Things You To
About that...
That thing you do
Of all the incredible, stupid, things you do
It's the worst
It's the scariest
It's you dead on the street
Shoes on, pants down
It's you cold
Hands folded, church empty
It's you wasting away,
Your life like slow steady piano keys humming to silence
The pipe hot, eyes dilated.
I am waiting for you
I don't know why
I loved you, once, then,
I broke you, twice
And it was never the same then.
And I guess when I think
About that...
Thing you do
Of all the things you do
It's what hurts me the most
What breaks me heart
And I wonder if that's why
It's one of those things you do.
ScreamDream
Awake and screaming dreaming
Sweet, sick pseudo dreams
Like stale gumballs
Heavy and disproportionate
twenty-five cent imagination -
Not even worth it!
And so fight your dreams
Because you can
Beause it will hurt less
When they drift away
Balloons let fly in the air
Dying soft and bright
Blurs on the horizon.
Twist
Skin like terra cotta
Thick, gritty, tough,
Stand against the weather
Let it whip you
Hard and resolute
You are like Samson
All strength, no substance
All depending on an insignificant, dead protein
And your torture -
Clean, simple, crucial,
Your hand like a button,
Let me go -
Your intellectuall bullshi mindgame,
Killing joke cotton,
is like the twist of a lance,
push twist
push twist
push twist
pushtwistpushtwist
push -
it's only go so far, now.
Cut Cut Cut
Bruises like roses in a garden, my body
your hobby,
own me
buy me
kill crush exterminate
dominate hate me
yellow seething sallow breath
glug glug galloon box wine face
misguided affection
fornication
escalation
kill me quick
cut cut cut away.
Mish, you wrote this? It's amazing...I'm so glad you're back, I always love reading your posts... 
The poet laureate of P&V!! 
