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| The Meltdown | [26 Jan 2009|09:06am] |
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| That ice burgh is your safety zone What happens when it melts? Heads down, your headed for the worst, Enjoy your last few breaths. Behind your back, throw worthless pennies That break the water's glass. Splitting hairs with cutting edges So sharp that they could kill. Mirrors showing what is there, Reflecting through your past. Of days you wished on those bright stars that only fade or fall. And rainbow's have no pot of gold, because they have no end. An endless merry-go(es a)round They/To add another quarter. | |
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| Judge Me | [12 Jan 2009|01:18pm] |
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| [ mood | accomplished ] Picked apart and laid out flat on a canvas will you judge me? Circled Flaws and post it notes to point out where im ugly A circle here, a sticky there Am i catching you're attention? a slanted nose, a crooked spine kindhearted, did you mention ? They prod and poke a laugh, a joke Pretty faces turn to cowards picking apart the painting without checking other artwork | |
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| My Mind is a Litterbox by Me (enigmacyofme) | [15 Dec 2008|10:44pm] |
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| My Mind is a Litterbox by Me (enigmacyofme) My mind is a litterbox, Spits out images I can not block. A tapestry of unwanted feelings, A slight touch and I'm sent reeling. And I tell myself these lies, Brainwash my own mind. But I won't believe it this time. The only victim to this crime is, Me. The theft of my soul was not by the devil, Oh God, no. Regret, and writings in past tense, Shadows of the foregone are still imense. And I tell myself I am pretty, A gorgeous statue in the park, Displayed for all to see, Admire me. Can not even be honest to myself, My anima placed on a shelf. And it rusts. And it rests. Till' one day it is undressed, The layers of dust blown mid west. Awaken me. But don't hurt me. Not sure if I want to realize myself... Let me live this dream a little longer. Just two more winks of sleep and I'll get help. Just two. | |
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| Spend or Die. by Me (enigmacyofme) | [15 Dec 2008|12:09am] |
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| Spend or Die. by Me (enigmacyofme) Verse: Don't look for money, Well you're one to talk, Live for self prosperity. The local supermarket is waiting for you, Fulfill your shopping needs. Money is how it lives and breaths. Friendly coffee house replaced with Starbucks. Grocery stores gone for Superstore. Mega this, Large that, increasing profits is all it's about. Chorus: Spend, or die, You've got to Survive. Spend, or die, The banker needs his prize. Verse: Put on your fake smiles, Polish them well. Practice your lies. Please the mademoiselle. The new thing is out, Don't need it? Get it anyway, Just to have more, And More, And More, Lets Hoard, Lets Hoard. SUV's and BMW's, A life of luxury, Double the twos, Lets make four. Chorus: Spend, or die, You've got to Survive. Spend, or die, The banker needs his prize. | |
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| Pass the Heroin by Me (enigmacyofme) | [14 Dec 2008|09:36pm] |
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| Pass the Heroin by Me (enigmacyofme)Closed doors and dirty streets Thrust out and the drum still beats. A piece of gum lost and found, Chewed on and spit out. This world is not for me, Dont give me another bad memory. I want to forget, get to the next, Page, but they're all burnt out. End the drought, End this drought. Pass the heroin, I need to give in, Needle thrust in my skin. Standing there, December night sky, Feeling oh so high. This moment is rare, I love it when we fly. Disorientation and Hypoventilation, A man without a foundation. Support me, carry me home, Don't want to roam the streets alone. The downfall is massive, Passivley resitant to this hurt. Wipe off the dirt, The glass is stained. Clear sheet detained. Power drained. No way out, No highway to heaven So pass the heroin. | |
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| Creative Flow ? | [10 Dec 2008|04:28pm] |
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| [ mood | Blazey Dazy ] I can almost feel the words come at meawkward and a little heavyforming into processed little linesCreative flow is what I live forwaking up at three to write more No end in sight and no concept of timeI tripped up on a thought and thought lessthe ticking of the clock will slow this processbut the peace and quiet doesn't seem to mindThe words begin to taste real sourcrumpled papers build familiar towersand once again im stuck on that one lineA rush of thoughts curtails the run throughtransparent skin, now you can see tooBlood runs down the paper, and now im fine | |
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| Waiting | [19 May 2005|08:02pm] |
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[ **mood** |  tired ] I answered the phoneOnly to hear my mother's cry.She said you had been goneAll she could say is why.The first day of schoolNo daddy to be thereThe second day of schoolNo where to be seen nor heardCalming her down,I try not to cry.My door full of pictures,Now holes through his eyes.You should regret your actions,My memories half gone.She was so weak,I had to pull her up to be strong.I had to be the stone wall,I took the problems away for her.They were too young,Hopefully they can forgive fast.I knew your heart longer,My daddy is what you were.My daddy had done something stupid,I, His daughter dealt with family problemsTalkListenCopeStressPainGuiltLoveUpsetEmotions still here,waiting for my daddy to come back. |
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