| 8:12 pm - How I'm Going To Leave You |
 mr_charisma I can't help but hate youSee this footIt's headed for your assLook me in the eyeAnd i'll spit in yoursOpen up your heartAnd I'll pour salt in the woundTry to feel meAnd i'll break your fingersSee straightStraight down the barrel of this gunThis is the endThe end of us and the end of the worldWe'll go our seperate waysAnd I'll see you in hellI left you lonelyYou left me without a thingYou crawled away with my knifeYou took my dignityYou wouldn't even die when I told you toBut now I'm watching,Waiting to take those things backI'm watching at your windowI'm waiting at your windowI'm aiming your your headI'm hoping you're enjoying yourselfFor once, maybe I'll leave a smile on your facecurrent mood:  artistic (Tattoo The Earth) |
| 5:28 pm - You'll Come Back To Me |
mr_charisma You're never going to get meYou're never going to watch meFall to your feetKiss your shoesDon't expect thisTo end decentlyI'll fuck you upI'll tear you downI won't allow you a wordI'll find someone elseYou'll look back on todayAnd you'll still cryBecause, those scarsThose memoriesThey'll haunt you foreverThey'll cut at your flesh,Make weak your kneesI'll call youI'll call you a whoreThey'll watch it in your eyesThey'll see it on your breathThe girl that fucked him upThe girl that fucked him upThe girl that fucked him upI'll leave lettersIn your mailboxI'll leave mailbombsThey'll knock your socks offThey'll knock your block offThey'll send you back to meIn a bodybagcurrent mood:  amused (Tattoo The Earth) |
| Monday, November 4th, 2002 |
| 9:29 pm - Haikus Aplenty |
 soul_harvester These hours on my ownTime slows when you are aloneMy pain lasts foreverI feel so damn sickMy life ending without youOne beat at a timeWhy are you not hereWhy are not in my armsI belong with youPut your trust in meI can open up your eyesMy life to save yoursOpen up your heartHold your arms open to meI can warm your soulA dream worth keepingThough it may amount to painI cling to the hopeMy heart screams for youI want to hold your hand againLike I could beforeWords spoken in angerOne million regrets at onceDo not deserve youRepeating the pastI wasted second chancesNow I pay the priceI scream out in painThe burning is unbearableYou won't look at meMy life for you lifeMy death for your happinessMy death when your's comesNot even a bit tiredI stay awake all night longWaiting for a callI love you alwaysIf only you would trust meGive me one last chanceI sit here aloneAll these leaves swirl on foreverI want to join themAll this pain and tearsI dont think you understandWhat you do to meSomething pulls my noseThe wind plays many tricks on meI thought I smelled you :)Let your heart decideLike my heart knows it is youAs your's knows of meA cat crouched down lowAll I need to do is pounceTo capture your heartThose big bright pretty eyesCould stare for eternityAnd see my soul baredcurrent mood:  sad (Tattoo The Earth) |
| Saturday, August 10th, 2002 |
| 3:33 pm - stupid ways to die #2 |
 copper_fingers Packing your first aid kit, with the strepsils and stuff....one of the little blisters opens so you're left with an orange strepsil.Rather than throw it out, you put it in your mouth. Not that you needed to, but because it's better than wasting it.It's pretty late so you get ready and go to bed...still with the strepsil, mind you.You choke on the strepsil in your sleep and never wake up the next morning.The End. (Tattoo The Earth) |
| Saturday, July 20th, 2002 |
| 8:18 pm - The four elements of natural force projected daily through the sound of the source |
mr_charisma I rather depressing song, I know, but i like it. Its been ages since I could write like that :(Scarred and Bruised (and slightly injured on the outside)Don't you think you've been hurt enough?I ask the empty face staring back at meBefore I step in to wash away the filthEverydayA mirrored image of one, tattered and tornReturning empty stares and faceless expressionCreating a figure of demons tormenting the insideScarred and bruisedChorusCan you take away the scars and bruisesAnd when this task is completeHeal my outer shellYour lies and unprovoked opinions, likeA hundred burning needles, defacing mePoke and prod and bleed the innocence from meAnd I die a little moreRed hot visions of burning and mouldingMe into what you've come to expect from friendsJust because you've known me for so longDoesn't mean you know me(chorus)And now that you choose to spread your infectionAnd overpower the fragile minds of those poor foolsWho hang from your every word and promising lieBut then againMaybe I deserve the terrible future that you produceFor me in your tales of misery and betrayel and IThink that perhaps I deserved it all alongMr_Charismacurrent mood:  calm (Tattoo The Earth) |
| Monday, July 8th, 2002 |
| 8:17 pm - what a way part 1 |
| copper_fingers You go into the bathroom and wash your face.You splash water all over the floor by accident.Carefully tiptoe past the puddle to get the mop...Most of the water is gone after you mopped the floor so you go back to what you were doing.10 min later you remember you left your ring in there.You walk into the bathroom, slip in the puddle of water and crack your skull open on the tiles.What a way to die... (1 Tattooed Warrior | Tattoo The Earth) |
| 1:08 am - A letter from the editor |
| mr_charisma Well ive been meaning to put something on here for a while. This was the last thing I wrote, which was AGES ago, so it doesnt reflect my current mood or feelings at all. But I just thought I might aswell add sumthing, no matter how bad it was :PSystematic AnnihilationNowadays everything I do potentially destroys my lifeThe fastidious attitudes of people are too much to bareAnd every goal I set I cannot ever achieveSo then why do I keep people so close to me?Why do I even bother to share my thoughts?Every feeling I expose gets shot at by realityEvery time I reach out I dont find anyone thereAnd I imagine a life where noone caresThen I long for a life where people are apatheticMy soul runs out of fightChorusSo I start with systematic annihilationOf everything I ever knewWhen Im finished my systematic annihilationEverything will be out of the blueSeven days a week, 24 hours a day I sufferSuffer from these diseases known as thought and feelingAnd when I cant handle it anymore I sit and smileAnd pretend nothing bothers me, like nothings wrongAnd this makes people happy because sadness equals sadnessSo Im left to deal inside with my own problemsThen I wonder why I live, breathe, walk, talk or even careWhen it means nothing to everyone else if Im even hereAnd this is what it comes down to in the endThe systematic annihilation of everything Ive ever loved(chorus x2)current mood: cheerful (2 Tattooed Warriors | Tattoo The Earth) |
| Friday, June 28th, 2002 |
| 10:01 pm |
 countless_stars Asked me what I wanted,out of this life, this month, this day.Struggled for an answer that you had wanted me to say.But the moment stretches too long,I can’t bring myself to lie.All those silences I should have told you what was on my mind.I just want to sleep so I can dream somethingCut so I can bleed somethingBurn so I can feel something Give up but still believe in something. Smoke so I’ll relax a little.Be high enough to laugh a littleWell enough to deal a littleJust to make this work a littleMaybe one day it’ll all make sense,It’ll all fall into place.And maybe I wont have to buy happinessTo fill this painful space.jessicaxxxxxxx (8 Tattooed Warriors | Tattoo The Earth) |
| Saturday, June 22nd, 2002 |
| 9:50 pm - dont make me |
| copper_fingers dont make me choosea life that i would rather enjoy...rather...than live life as a liehow can i lie when i dont know the truth?dont make me chooseto ignore the things that go onin my heart...replayed in my mindlike a beautiful slideshowbut whats real?how can i know...im not choosing a lie......when i choose you (Tattoo The Earth) |
| Saturday, June 15th, 2002 |
| 4:52 pm - frustrations from a classroom |
| copper_fingers you think you're a rebelto good to hear him speaktalking, talking, talkingloud and obnoxiousyou make me sickwhat do you have against him?has he hurt you, abused you,yelled at you so much that you feel the need to treat him and his lesson like dirt?we don;t want youwe can't stand youmy mind explodes (yes, explodes) with hatewhen i hear your voice...and it's the only one in the roombar his...justgo away (1 Tattooed Warrior | Tattoo The Earth) |
| Friday, June 14th, 2002 |
| 10:03 pm - new member |
| bastard_king well well welly well wellhello everyonejust thought I'd drop by and...join.I have no reason to be here at all right now..but I am..* * * * *Tony, in case I hadn't already told you, Art Conspiracy crashed and sank and disappeared without a TRACE and you no longer have that texturific dirt background.However, I've uploaded it to mine and tim's backup boomspeed account.Just alter the URL to:http://www.boomspeed.com/robertandtim/bckgrnd006.jpg (Tattoo The Earth) |
| Tuesday, June 11th, 2002 |
| 6:22 pm - Beat My Last (song for the sick of the innocent) |
mr_charisma I dont give a FuckStrip my flesh from my boneAnd destill the fears from deep withinShatter the skull, deep fry the mindAnd keep all that I cherish free from sinSo fuck the biggot empireAnd fuck the things that keep me far awayI watch lambs and children slaughteredWhile living peacefully a summers dayWhile knowing that I can notSave the innocent from the endless darkForever shall I watch onAnd pray as the monster leaves violent marksAnd the teeth shall peirce the skinAnd from the children flows the blood of lifeWhile the heart doth beat its lastPunctured, wounded upon the monsters knifeAnd all this time remindedOf the pain my soul has been exposed toOf the torment and the griefOf the tunnel my mind is jolted throughAs you lay down beside themThe rotting corpses and sickly remainsOf those fucked up little childrenBlood,sweat and tears of children murdered rainsI know down there beside youNext to the lambs and children, where you layThat there is no space there for meSo slowly and steadily my life fallsAwaycurrent mood:  aggravated (Tattoo The Earth) |
| Sunday, June 9th, 2002 |
| 11:30 am |
 kase666 i'm so scared of what has happenedand i'm scared of what might beand i'm scared of what will bewill it stop?current mood: bitchy (Tattoo The Earth) |
| Wednesday, June 5th, 2002 |
| 8:46 pm - More crap....sorry. |
| soul_harvester "You listen to the music as it gradually shapes your fledgling self-concious.The music flies over your mind, carries your eyes until they rest sadly on her.She sits, on her own, walls around her. Pulled up close around her chin, daring the world to just try to get in. But no one tries to anymore. Those walls have repelled just as though they had been made of cold stone, rather than harsh looks and cold rebuke. People are happy to accept her as she is, an outsider, a loner, someone who doesn't see fit to conform.But not you.You watch her tap her pencil in a slow rhythm against her table. She stares mindlessly at the air in front of her face. As you watch the pencil, you gradually realize the tapping of the pencil follows the exact beat of your heart...You put one hand to your chest, and feel your black and shrivelled heart beat futilely against the inside of your chest. The timing is exactly the same. She begins to tap the pncil a little faster. Your heart follows suit.The tapping quickens, so does your blood flow. You begin to sweat, one hand clutching your chest frantically. The pencil quickens still, increasing it's grip on your life force. You try to scream, say anything, but you can't get the air out of your lungs.You pitch forward onto your desk...and the tapping stops. For an endless second, nothing moves. Nothing breathes, nothing makes a sound. You look at her at her, and see the needle pricks on her arm, the noose around her neck, tightening with every second. The tears of pain and regret that run down her cheeks.Then you blink and the vision is gone. Everything is back to normal again, and the duet of the quiet tapping and the soft drum of your heartbeat continue.She looks at you with one eyebrow raised questioningly. You smile unsteadily acroos the room at her. She smiles back.It's a nice smile, but it tears your heart apart. You know it's fake, and you know the truth that lies underneath it.You blink back a tear as the music continues to mould you to it's soft chords."current mood: discontent (2 Tattooed Warriors | Tattoo The Earth) |
| Monday, June 3rd, 2002 |
| 1:59 pm - taken from looking for alibrandi.... |
| kase666 Can you see what i see?No, i don't think you canI see images of nothing and I attpemt to make that nothingness something.As hard as I try there is still nothing and that nothing is meaningless.I am somewhere else right now, outside I am surrounded by people and the sky.I see the people and the blueness of the sky.But still nothing has changed everything remains the same.I am still alonecurrent mood: empty... (Tattoo The Earth) |
| Wednesday, May 29th, 2002 |
| 11:07 pm - sorry for the poor quality...im just tryin something out |
| copper_fingers just some bad poetry..experimental...reallydoes it have to rhyme?hey chimeall the timewhat goes with timedimelimeclimb...climb up the stairsin pairs...of chairschasing teddy bears...who cares?disjointed words...its a cursewish i was better...wish i never met hergeddit?met...her...eeerrrrrrrrrexperimenting in da labda lab...its to latebetter retiredelegatemyself in bed attireand sleep someso i can thinkand arent so dumbdripdripdripin the kitchen sink...xxx lisha (Tattoo The Earth) |
| 2:12 pm |
 athiela You don't understand, you don't knowJust how deep this pain can goYou say you love me, you say you careYou profess to me that you'll always be there.But when I cry, you aren't thereAnd when I hurt, you don't careWhile I die, you rejoiceTell me again that pain is a choiceGashes of red stain the skyMake me hurt, make me cryPull me down, see the tearsBring out the pain, bring out the fearWhat you see is a girl you knowSomeone who'll smile as she says "Hello!"What you don't see is the pain she feelsSomething she will never revealSo go on hurting her, making her cryMake her smile, make her lieHide away herself againThe everlasting burning flame (2 Tattooed Warriors | Tattoo The Earth) |
| Tuesday, May 28th, 2002 |
| 11:35 pm |
soul_harvester "You look out the window. The scenery doesn't fly past, it marches, stately by. The same scenery you've seen a hundred times before.The sky is dark and dismal, overcast and gray. Everything is covered in wet, every single surface. Nothing can escape the damp. Every leaf, every tree, every stone. All wet on the surface. Remaining the same as ever on the inside, the inside never changes. The world outside comes and goes...but the inside remains the same. Always.Like you.Your world is full of music. The sound washes over you as you stare into the pervading chill outside, as the scenery continues it's stately march past the window. The window, gray as the clouds outside, with the same condensation that makes those clouds. At some time, a child has scrawled a dirty word with a rebellious finger poised towards the glass. A diabolical tag full of sinister meanings, the word written carelessly on the window represents more to you than it does to the others.Your ears filled with music, the tag on the gray glass makes you think of they way life has changed. The way things have degraded from the beauty they used to hold for you. The way life used to be when you were young. When your parents loved you unconditionally, and they were the most important and wonderful people in the world. When the sun almost always shone bright against the pale blue sky, the grass was always green and soft underneath your bare feet.You no longer run in bare feet...you stare at the black leather shackles that now enclose your feet. Laces done up tightly. You can feel those same laces around your neck, around your wrists...holding you to your position.The same position you hold every single day.You look up at the sky. The steel grey sky, with dark, ugly clouds scudding gradually across the treetops, at the mercy of the wind. You know that sky will never again be the beautiful navy blue it used to be.The beautiful blue it used to be every single day.You stand, your world still flows to currents and eddies of your music. The mechanical dragon comes to halt, with a grinding screech. A shrill challenge to natures furious rain, driving endlessly against it's unyielding metal hulk. Against bitumen, ugly, black and hard. Stifling the ground underneath, suffocating the Earth. Choking it, like the laces you feel even now pulling you toward your destination. Inexorably dragging you to the same place all your days end and begin.That place holds many memories for you. Of happiness, of love, and of running barefoot on the grass. Of endless joy and contentment.The chill enters suddenly through every pore in your skin, and settles on your bones. Hundreds of tiny nails drag across your bones, tearing you back to the present.You shiver.Your breath comes in tight, ragged gasps and the rain and chill drag at every nerve in your body. You walk forward...where else can you go? You know it would only make you colder, but the mournful tones of your music drifting across your mind make you wish you could walk home barefoot. Like you used to, when you were happy, and content.You spot a needle thin intruder, on the pavement, smeared with the blood of an innocent. A jagged, tiny object. A symbol of death and innocence lost, as it lies in the rain, diseases festering on it's bloodied point. The black pieces of leather hold you more tightly than ever as you walk on.When you were younger, being alone meant the unknown, fear. Unknown dangers and monsters lurked everywhere when you were alone. To be alone was to be in danger.Now these dangers were no longer faceless, shiftless creatures. You just passed one on the path. The REAL dangers that exist were brazen, lying out in plain sight. Waiting for the unsuspecting, out in the open, where no one would expect to find them. To you now, being alone is safe. No one nearby means no one to hurt you.The dangers become sharper, clearer as you get older. The rain screams in impotent rage at the tar and bitumen road, the laces applied to the planet, to keep it in check, in line. Like you, in your black leather shoes you can't take off.Your breathing still tears raggedly through your throat, as the discordant tones of your music play with your senses. You stop and stare down a nearby road. The rain continues to smash against it screaming in an insane crescendo of pain and anguish. You know where that road leads. You've been down there before. You stare longingly into the fog. To see what is inside that bank of fog...A passing steel dragon pulls you from your reverie, and you turn sadly and return to your original course.The single tear that streaks down your cheek disappears into anonymity amongst the rain on your cheek, it's only distinguishing feature would be if someone were close enough to taste it. Which no one ever will. You are that tear.The tear falls to the ground and is lost forever, another priceless jewel wasted on the uncaring bitumen. A procession of tears follow silently the first, as your music continues to haunt you onwards. Ever onwards."current mood:  blank (2 Tattooed Warriors | Tattoo The Earth) |
| Wednesday, May 22nd, 2002 |
| 6:27 pm - it's over |
| kase666 aloneno one's around and i feel emptyspeechlesshave nothing to say to you at allapatheticlife is slowly draining out of medeathdoesn't seem as scary as it used toand im still by myselfalone----------------------------------------------------------i start to cry and the make up slides down my facetheres nothing to change the way i feelnor change my actions, consquences.the mixtures or grey and purple bruise my skin and i look deathlywhite the colour has been drainedim left motionless not willing to moveits come to an end where nothing is everythingeverything is nothingthoughts pass through my head and i want it to endi dont want the masters to talk to me anymorei want it to be silenced so i can be in peacebut they wont let me they say i have to suffersuffer with them (Tattoo The Earth) |
| 6:21 pm - ....life? |
 kase666 and i felt you cut deep into mebut i let it gothe time is now when i can't feel anythingbut the everlasting_pain_from which you have causedi can't go oncurrent mood: sad (Tattoo The Earth) |
