x

lock yourself up, lock the truth up .

2011-07-12T14:24:00.000-07:00

[original picture]

look.

i want to write, i want to spite, i want to spit

all over your face, i want to hit, i want to split,

i want to spill, i want to drill, i want that thrill

i want to pill, i want to play, i want to slay,

i want to pay, i want karma to tell me the truth

about exactly what i've really done in my youth

is it me in this life or the my past that deserved this

this isn't heaven, this isn't hell, this is reality's piss.

is that why i have no bladder control anymore?

i keep shutting myself in the toilet to let my roar

free, reach the core, and let my strength downpour

out of my eyes, and my heart. release the stress,

make me feel a relieved despite all of the mess.

the way i let my emotions go, its like i've

committed suicide really many times. i've

jumped into an area of empty space, i've

tried to land, but there was no ground, i've

tried to expand who it is i am, and who i've

become. i looked at her, at me, at him, i've

tried to only look, look at the negative, i've

tried to only look, look at the positive, i've

tried to look somewhere, anywhere, i've

even tried to look nowhere, nowhere at all.

i keep rolling around like a red bouncy ball,

bouncing off the walls, bouncing of emotions,

bouncing off adrenaline, bouncing of hope,

bouncing of dope, because i can, i can cope.

i don't know if its a good thing sometimes, and

i've made myself a stone, until i explode, and

my blood, and my guts are left everywhere and

i can't seem to clean everything up in time, and

i need to hide my truth from the everyone, and

i want to show and tell people sometimes, and

i can't, i won't, cause noone wants to know, and

talk to a psycho bitch, now tell me do they? and

would they still look at me the same way? and

would they still love me the way they did? and

would they still like everything about me? and

just lose it, just lose it. lose your own mind, and

lose your rhymes, but do it alone, only alone, and

don't tell anyone, anymore, ever, anywhere, and

take a breath.

just,

take a breath.

take the wretch.

;[signed]

2010-11-27T07:46:00.000-08:00

Sam: You know ... not everybody likes to lay their guts out on the table like that, Tara.
Tara: Yeah, they might not like it, but they all dream about finding somebody they can do it with.

2010-11-05T03:45:00.000-07:00

She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn the crown of thorns
..

She should have stood out in the crowd
She should have made her mother proud
She should have fallen on her stance
She should have had another chance

(been a son, nirvana)

sigalit landau

watch me burn .

2010-10-13T10:10:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

i really want to walk through fire, BUT THERE'S NO FUCKING AVAILABLE FIRE AROUND

me.

i guess it'll just have to burn inside .

;[signed]

2010-08-25T13:42:00.000-07:00

my breath

will be as real as ever.

when existance is the realest

truest

illusion,

the most pure lie you will ever encounter

and when we just breath the same air as everyone else

and die just to become part

of the rest of this unblinking world

what is your excuse for breathing?

when so few people can confirm my existance,

and just about no one could tell them who I really am

really

what is this breath

that keeps the muscle beating?

you will wait your whole life only to always realize that they made you

all wrong

that never can you become

anything more.

(than a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy)

my breath remains a bad imitation

coming out of a lung

that serves no other purpose

than keeping me

alive.

living when you could be dying

dying when you could be living.

(because one is not complete without the other)

yesterday, today, and an unknown date .

2010-08-21T22:10:00.001-07:00

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Bandaged Daze.

None of the gas and the trash inside of me crash.

My pain has become a stain, a rash i can't bash.

I just want to throw my guts at the washed wall!

another phase set ablaze is just another stall

for mental death and upcoming rental wretch

and for every little harsh hazard going to fetch

out the empty burnt holes from our human souls.

Its camouflage to the vile pile of mind-made coals.

It feels like I came back bandaged from my head to toe,

But all the cuts on me are healed, ain't nothing to show.

And this is just an illusion, a delusion that I do not want,

But why on earthling's mingling does it haunt and taunt?

i don't recognize all of the world's colours, but I can fake;

And shade in tones for my skin to cover my truth at stake.

They say I don't style a genuine smile through this dirt pile,

But I do tend to pretend that everything is in a normal rile.

Stuck in my own picture, where is the vanishing point?

What's making it exist, where is the banishing point?

It's a portrait, a mirror that breathes, it walks, it talks.

It peeps, it beeps, it weeps, its own madness stalks.

Because I'm stuck in a maze, in an heating haze,

And its ruining my day's flow, a nauseating laze.

I keep running in circles and this feeling will not go,

But I can't figure out exactly why I'm feeling so low.

i don't know what to do with all these feelings and emotions anymore.

i'm wanting to fall down the rocks, bleed and puke more on the shore.

pick me up, pick me up from the found ground in the planet round,

because i'm bound to emptiness felt wind drowned in silent sound.

i don't know what to do with all these feelings and emotions anymore,

so i imagine i'm on a parachute that's falling and heading to the floor.

i flare inside of my boiling red face and my itched eyes are on beware.

so pick me up, pick me up, because i'm in the middle of bare nowhere.

;[signed]

it isn't easy .

2010-07-14T09:42:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

because all the hocus pocus in my ongoing strife,
is heading me to lose focus on aspects of my life.

Your Own Voice

all this shit takes a hit-
are you good enough?
are you split, are you slit?
cause being tough is rough.

staring off in space,
lost in my every thought.
do i belong in this race?
am i the object you bought?

they look at you for your worth,
and as soon as you do not fit
the guildlines on this dirt, this earth,
its difficult to stand up and not sit.

sit and sulk, cause you ain't the hulk;
apparently, you don't have any power.
cause once again, the shame is the bulk
that makes you unable to get up and shower.

no matter what anybody actually says,
you tried and died once again, and
somehow got stuck right next to the whiz;
and every taste in your mouth goes bland.

unaware of the time, what day, what week
this even is? all you know is that what you seek,
but they called you weak, they called you meek.
and you stand the edge, you reached the peak.

keep questioning yourself, should you turn back?
their bubble voices bursting in your blasting ears!
maybe your anger will put you back on a track;
until you re-appear, and your own voice leers.

;[signed]

tattoo your every belief, just don't make it a random relief .

2010-06-23T18:55:00.003-07:00

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Do You Believe?

If you believe in reincarnation,
they say babies are born in a situation,
where they remember their past lives,
for their first two years as mind archives.

If you believe in religion,
and aren’t in confusion.
Have faith if its real,
it isn’t a free meal.

if you believe in abortion,
and don’t follow traditional distortion.
Unborn babies should be killed,
Unless their life support is thrilled.

If you believe in justice,
because luck doesn’t suffice.
Don’t wait, or wait forever.
the option might be never.

If you believe in peace,
Remember our life’s lease.
it’s a one-man show,
For himself, he will flow.

if you believe in this world,
there’s a baby inside of you twirled.
It’s skeleton is crying,
its unconnected bones are dieing.

;[signed]

Printed on your Umbrella .

2010-06-22T14:18:00.000-07:00

+/

(copyrighted image)

My Umbrella.

under my umbrella, I’m safe, I’m protected
away from this world, before I am segregated.

on our own, nothing matters; not even what goes on in other worlds.
but, the black sheep fantasizes of being part of any of the herds.
in our known, nothing shatters because the umbrella lingers.
but, the black sheep realizes she doesn’t have any fingers.

under my umbrella, I’m better, I’m arrogant.
away from this world, before I am shunt.

I say ‘worlds’, because I don’t mess with what I don’t understand.
cause I can barely be given a hand in this known world headstand.
knock, knock, knocking on fear to leer and make me want to disappear.
shock, shock, flocking by ear, to hear and shake me haunt to appear.

under my umbrella, I’m deep, I’m hollow.
away from this world, before I am shallow.

I don’t want to be the same, but I want 'in' the game.
I don’t want to be the shame, but nor will I be tame.
I don’t want to be alone, but I can’t share anything.
and now i tie myself to try treating horrors like a fling.

under my umbrella, I’m no-one, I’m someone.
away from this world, before I am undone.
under my umbrella, I shoot myself.

;[signed]

2010-06-17T12:00:00.000-07:00

(from terry's diary)

I touch the fire and it freezes me
I look into it and its black
Why can't i feel
My skin should crack and peel
I want the fire back

Now through the smoke she calls to me
To make my way across the flame
To save the day or maybe melt away
I guess it's all the same

So I will walk through the fire
'Cause where else can I turn
I will walk through the fire
And let it burn.

'Cause she is drawn to the fire
some people will never learn

We'll see it through its what we're always here to do
So we will walk through the fire

So one by one they turn from me
I guess my friends can't face the cold (What can't we face)
But why I froze
Not one among them knows (If we're together)
and never can be told

So one by one they come to me
the distant redness as their guide
But what they'll find
Ain't what they have in mind
It's what they have inside.

(from Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

for you, my dearest.

swallow your shallow .

2010-06-14T11:58:00.000-07:00

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Away, Away.

maybe some known relationships have reached a peak, an end.
maybe the path's grown to become some sort of dramatic trend.
maybe its great to have a new go at everything all over again,
because i'm trying to let go of all the petty little things in the rain.

rain rain go away, all the children want to play.
rain rain go away, all the children live to pay.
rain rain go away, this annoyance might get a say.
rain rain go away, the weather instigates to fray .
rain rain go away, you're not going to stay anyway.

because those the times were grimes on hidden crimes,
when things were more important than poser primes!
but now we talk and the weather is not at all the same,
i guess it is all about keeping that rain train tame.

rain rain go away, droplets of emotions on a long day.
rain rain go away, we're the children who are astray.
rain rain go away, we do need that ciggerate to ray.
rain rain go away, the world has become darkened grey.
rain rain go away, don't make me wait for what may.

because we're shrinking, and time is blinking,
and every single thing that we know is sinking.
i know its my fault for not keeping in touch at all,
i show that its just about raining another phone call.

rain rain go away, whether the weather goes your way.
rain rain go away, because i'm cold enough to decay.
rain ran go away, i'm stuck in a buffet of an array lay.
rain rain go away, the unknown future is on delay.
rain rain go away, away a way to display my dismay.
i pray, i pray, rain rain go away.

;[signed]

2010-06-06T12:33:00.000-07:00

edited.

we only want role models with self destructive intent.

JUST SAY NO;

2010-04-06T06:34:00.001-07:00

(obesity & speed shirt; gnarlitude.com?)

CHOOSE DEATH .

bloody letters .

2010-01-10T22:25:00.000-08:00

(orginal image)

Fuck This Shit .

flaws that could ruin my reputation, this actuality;
undermining this body, more loss of any stability.
carved in worries crucify over this current by far.
keeper of these circumstances, the trance's cigar.

this has become a problem, i am now aware.
higher and higher to realization got me there.
isn't it witty how it was all nothing a while ago?
suddenly, it matters, suddenly it is that logo.

soberly trying to care, but i don't spare a dare.
heading in what direction, i don't know the fare.
intuitively inhaling toxic, a little ataractic spiver.
through the lungs of my liver, this note did deliver.

;[signed]

really,

there's just nothing else left to do or say .

little lead lies /

2010-01-10T05:14:00.000-08:00

unknown source

i wish i could cut out my tongue;

it is nothing but a bloated, fat fish.

it lies, bleeding in my mouth.

feeding, in my mouth.

all it does is lie.

rotting, it stinks

killed lead dead, linked to heavy head.

shelled in the burdened bed.

it seeps my weeping deep.

empty, hammered hollow.

my vomit lingers, death taste:

can you undo the waste?

can you see this piss paste?

we're falling apart, rapid haste.

i'm cut, shut; i just won't bleed?

these do run deep, deed.

look at my pointless mutilations.

my empty, long lasting

humiliations.

waiting .

2010-01-02T23:39:00.000-08:00

full moon and dead .

don't take this little freedom i got, i cot, i pot .

2009-12-29T13:27:00.000-08:00

when addiction causes inflection.

(original image)

Perfect.

another swallowed pill,
another liver overkill.
they tell me stop, stop.
lop, the popping bop.

don't tell me who to be.
you parents fed you fee,
you didn't have to find,
your own indentity bind.

do you grasp this show?
do you rasp dried glow?
you, are living, living.
your perfect world is giving.

mightn't be perfect to thee,
it is to me. to me, it is.
don't take this as diss.
you're my friend, consistency.

seeing your family spilled me,
the democracy that pilled me.
you got it, you got it glee.
with love and rove, no flee.

awake, i lie awake.
you ate your piece of cake.
you flake this pain i take.
awake, i lie awake.

got me nerved up i say, i say.
things weren't meant to be this.
toiled and boiled on that hiss.
new empty roots of another day.

you were supposed to help me sleep,
you got me weeped in my own deep.
and my head is over its own say.
and there's no chance i hit the hay.

i wish you understood,
stand where i stood.
actually in the hood,
of trying to live good.

a remnder of what begun compulsion,
when the addiction causes inflection.
because before you know, it unwinds,
tremories of memories, they offer grinds.
and you compare this unfair share,
and obligate the awake stake's snare.

i try to fly in the dry,
but i fell on some fire.
burning in hell's liar.
i flew in the dew.

;[signed]

yesterday, a while ago ..

2009-12-25T21:02:00.000-08:00

The Penguin: You're just jealous, because I'm a genuine freak and you have to wear a mask!
Batman: You might be right.

na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na BATMAN!

and when i needed you all most;

2009-12-23T21:40:00.000-08:00

there was noone there .

(original image)

Gash.

this body hit an iceberg, it seems to sink.
because i'm drowning at the link's brink.

the sucking and plucking of the glee;

i do see, what all of this made me.

this stash of ash has had no reason to flash,

and the splash of gash, was never to rehash.

from that banned pow; and hand now:

the irk that spoke-

i'm not working, lurking with commas anymore;

i'm sticking, flicking to fullstops. It be hardcore.

i'll just have to go with a flow that doesn't exist,

and keep shaking hands with an unclenched fist.

from that caught body and taut embody:

the shirk it say-

there is no such thing has you have no choice.

there's this hidden listening to the inner voice.

but yet it turns out i'm still living, and giving;
and misgiving every form of nature's forgving.

its going the way it is, it doesn't matter what i say.
day by day, its going to be lay the delay of way.

heavens, i just almost forget to say,
wish you merry christmas by the way.

;[signed]

2009-12-11T21:22:00.000-08:00

The bathtub is empty. (waste of face)

It is roughly carved and peeling-

No hopes of healing, now only kneeling.

It intends to stall, this desperate call.

But it echoes flat;

Hammered hollow, a modern collapse.

No more perhaps.

It is abandoned, it won’t be filled;

It is abandoned, it will be killed.

It has been taken from the pipes,

An organ inhumanly torn and worn;

Fashion’s latest thorn.

You hover in there;

You cover, won’t leave.

you will break; you will make.

Breathing its mutilated bait;
One last stabbing hate.

Denying the undeniable,
Irresistible, consuming; fate.

But soon it’ll be too late.

for all those times we thought we were normal .

2009-12-09T05:49:00.000-08:00

just because,
i think i miss not knowing.
i sink, i hiss not showing.

(original image)

its you, me,memory and all the hysterical grimes.
it be different times, but both were denial chimes.

:dedication to that only other person who really knows me .

[CRANBERRIES - ZOMBIE] LYRICS.

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey.
What's in your head,
In your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...

the hand on my shoulder .

2009-12-06T08:17:00.000-08:00

loose.

tight.

what is right?

pinching pain inside my throat.

is that your hand that strangle?

underneath your mighty hand: all i do is dangle.

my head, crashing: these thoughts, bashing.

and now you're killing the air

it just isn't fair.

who are you? another?

another voice, to tell and tear:

to wear and make me share.

my fleshed fat is all i have:

can you take it?

will you fake it?

can you shake me?

will you break me?

rape me clean:

undo the sheen.

i flinch at the touch and glare:

my narcissistic dare.

but come on: strip me bare:

watch me bleed this repeated deed.

my head runs on repeat:

the poison lose, i have no wish to defeat.

my lies breed in the liver:

i throw it all up with tingling shiver.

what do you know; please, do tell me:

will i kneel?

can i deal?

will i heal?

because:

i fucking need to feel.

a prediction of affliction .

2009-12-01T22:18:00.000-08:00

& every seat of heavy beat fell into the swell dwell wound in the ground .

(original image)

i don't want to feel .

no hit from the fallen pit.
no fit, no grit.
i split my wit.
and you all see, a blind flea,
a grind flee;
this numb me.
you thought pace,
but i needed your brace.
you thought that.
i needed my space,
but that's not right,
not light, not what.
that is no appeal.
my soul is finished reel,
a wheel of wheal.

i steal, i steal,
from things to flings that brings.
to emotions and problems,
reached and bleeched,
so i do not identify.
i steel my problems.
but this shut rut don't,
i don't blank your current reaction,
i don't.
it ain't my-your flight,
this sputum put; but clearly,
you don't how to handle this.
but inspite, in my spite;
i know your good intention.
this ain't your pretention.
this tension is mine,
no attention is grime.
and my lent intent,
isn't to share this deal.
i kneel my problems.

i peel, i peel.
i don't want to feel.
i see you two; i see, i lee,
indirected sympathy.
and yet i'm fueling.
i see you two, i see my grief.
this fee, this fee.
the glitches, hitches of surreal.
though you who knows this show,
this grow from the brow of blow;
and the low row of baked steak.
your fake ignorance; the flake take,
you don't really know.
i feel my problems,
and i'm dueling.

and i'm sorry.
if i've miffed, stiffed.
don't get me wrong; i'm not fuming at you:
it's not what i meal to mean.
seem to seal,
i realize, i realized.
and now i recognize:
the leal just,
thrusting the dust.
that just:
i'm scared, you'll lose me to my problems;
as i bust, i must;
the flared stared rust.
i gust into impaired,
that possibility of hostility.

;[signed]

"and if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine, i'mma break that birdie's neck"

2009-12-01T21:08:00.000-08:00

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Where is the end?

it was one of those days, a rise, a wise was not going to occur,
i kept trying to find the sight in this whole deter of burr to blur.
that agonizing pain, wouldn't let me train the forgetting lane,
and its wane, waning to the point of disdaining the living chain.

nature was never on my side, thus this ride just keeps on evoking;
and though the noose around my neck seems loose, i'm choking.
its me, and my body, thats losing any expectation of exhilaration;
just because the way i'm breathing, seething, it hints expiration.

cause my face is burning and turning, my depart is yearning.
my back is grilling its edge through my skinning; a spilling.
my race has ended, suspended; life's lended from learning.
my sack is tilling its ledge through my every single filling.

my body is creased, obsesed of stuffed food rather than emotion.
and to find that mockingbird floating and soaking my motion.
so numb, dumb to think there was anyone, to plumb the drain.
too itched, ditched, to blink there is any way to stitch the pain.

and i'll keep chewing on my hand til the day i can't stand.
and i'll sweep crewing on my land until the day i am sand.
to walk into any and every sting and i won't feel a thing.
to stalk into every and any fling and i won't deal a ring.

;[signed]

i say, you say, no reference to a cliche, die another day .

2009-11-19T22:44:00.000-08:00

(original image)

It Weigh.

it won't be okay, it won't be okay;
been screwed over from play to say.
keeping wait for blubber to delay,
bones don't just uncurve and stay.

suffocation has never left my way;
for it curls with no warmth, no ray.

it won't be okay, it won't be okay;
stained since an egg about to lay.
but the flay of fray left me to pray,
with that hot face tracing the bray.

it won't be okay, it won't be okay.
all an astray of convey turns gray.

everyday's a price to pay of disarray.
its a day, a tray of what may betray.
the solid weigh of the slay of stay
still living, it say, it won't be okay.

;[signed]

kill it if you can .

2009-11-16T11:14:00.000-08:00

you do not do, you do not do
anymore, black shoe.

the cookiemonster .

2009-11-16T09:44:00.000-08:00

The lead pulsates red.

It has hands burned from masturbation,

Inflicting unknown justification.

It devours your flab, your skin.

Your dangling double chin.

Its sneering hearing

Refuses normal bearing.

It likes the nod of odd,

It enjoys to taste the waste,

Of the rapist's haste.

A thick crust, the cum's paste.

Damned goods, crush boned woods.

A hole dug too deep, breathing cheap.

It burns red, it gapes hollow;

The sunken eyes devoid.

Carved out by perversion's never ending void.

the uncertainty of sight .

2009-11-12T00:38:00.000-08:00

Tired and abused; a line for the highers.

Do not look at the spider web, the stretched thin ropes;

They are simply mutilated hopes.

The black widow purrs, her fangs agape

Dripping in narcissistic wait.

Do not think you will escape.

A kidney, a lung.

Raped clean and sterile:

Think you can run?

Digging and clawing at your skin;

You want, you need this sickening bin.

The answers you crave, won't shave:

They live lie, and dead die.

A note for a funeral;

A note for the dead.

A note for the sorrow;

A note for the bed.

A note for forever;

A note that will pass.

A note for you;

A note that won’t last.

"unfortunately"

2009-11-10T19:24:00.000-08:00

d a r k
b l a n k
e m p t y
p a c e s o f s p a c e s
- - -

Me

you do not need to recognize us.
to learn to love leaking dead pus.
you don't need to recognize this.
to enchance the miss in remiss.
you don't need to recognize you.
but to know which who was true.

to keep drinking to green piss,
to what i really mean to say is;
you don't need to recognize me.
you don't need to recognize me.

trust me, you're better of that way.
thrust me, i'm better off in dismay.
you don't need to recognize me lay.
you don't display of this mold of clay.

;[signed]

DATED HATE WILL PREVAIL .

2009-11-10T06:31:00.000-08:00

[it never means anything .]

-
feathery light american sold .
came to me in a fold .
a bold forgiveness mould .
-
you are tiny
quiet and totally insignificant;
i could strangle your long swan neck .
you are dirt from tip to tail;
but no fail no fail;
you i'll hail .

i'm emptied hollow and cradle you
my only tie to childhood's innocence .
you'll soon stink of cigarettes.
and i'll love you all the more.
-
toiletpaper stains
humiliation's hellish flames.
eye's blames.

stabbed open wide;
you'd wonder where it hides .
-
this sledgehammer killed
my fleeing thoughts .

"I'm sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burning."

2009-11-02T04:31:00.000-08:00

(copyrighted image)

Hover.

bring in the booze, they suck at my ooze.
where is the noose? i got nothing to lose.
a choking, poking; the living at the edge.
stoning and toning, been hit by the ledge.

a shadow scraping through every somehow.
a creeping and seeping, i crave kill me now.
hear me out, why won't they, i'm sliced lard.
here about, i shout, since i've been hit hard.

caught in this fraught, fighting the pump;
i must need to relieve, by taking a dump.

but thats a two-minute solution hover,
cause you only do a hostile takeover.
you rip at every sip, any progress i do;
i just might as well sell my soul to you.

;[signed]

scared and fully bared, screaming "shared" .

2009-11-02T03:15:00.000-08:00

from pus-eye.blogspot.com

nothing .

A distant hiss, a smirking kiss.

It touches, lingers, diseases fingers.

A naked sigh, a popped up eye.

This high flattened fly, never shy

To die of this mutilated lie.

A blackened hole, a toasted lung,

It is hung, jerkily flung.

Up high in the ceiling, a rapist's feeling.

It is disfigured and corrupt, wrapped shut,

Slow decay will flay this lay.

It was complicated, a defecating shoo.

Ripped up and robbed, stuffed back and rotting hot

A simple shot would bite this night, a fleshy flight

A denial, a nothing, a nay, it’s okay.

Because there was nothing to ever see;

Decipher my clingy hi, a desperate bye.

To forever shy, to always die.

To humanize this white licked lie.

i need to take a leak .

2009-11-01T09:54:00.000-08:00

(copyrighted image)

Intent.

assumptions we make, we don't know.
we think, aren't meant to let things go.
we obsess over an undressed guess;
but we confess, have words to express.

do you recognize the pattern? a crick.
reaction to the stolen lantern? a prick.
to when coffee kills taste buds of create.
to swallow air and wait to see the rate.

just speak and seek, i'm right here;
it seems to be now a little too mere.
hindered and winded out of its scale,
astray times and crimes, a musing tail.

a lost mechanism to balance the equation,
as this just seems like a stubborn occasion.
but then again, there never was proportion.
because we are the pulse to life's distortion.

wherever the leave for this realease goes,
one waits to set eyes on the pinokiyo nose;
to see, what i see, to say nothing, like i did.
you need to realize as i intently hid this bid.

;[signed]

tick-tock, tick-tock, tock-tick .

2009-10-31T13:38:00.000-07:00

(original image & edited)

Did You See?

the holes in my black eyes?
the ties, lies that i despise?
the meat mock of your rise?
your slip that was not wise?

the dump with too many drafts?
my life thats made up of crafts?
to drink and desire all the dafts?
the way karma somehow shafts?

the venom you spit to make this split?
the knitted eyes and a sewn mouth slit?
those guts were pitched into that pit?
just a bruised reerection from that hit?

the slipping and dripping through hints,
learning and yearning through the tints.
from burning blood spoiling the prints,
to a turning flood toiling through sprints.

the rift, it shifts, it is making me sick.
the gas climbing in the air too thick,
the poisoning position from that lick;
a practise fire drill to tricking the slick.

so tell me, are you up for this thrill?
to fill the role and roll down the hill?
bandage the pill, hot glue the spill?
seek, to unweak the meek, for the kill?

;[signed]

f r o z e n .

2009-10-29T12:44:00.001-07:00

(copyrighted image)

i wish i had been aborted

sometimes you don't need more than one sentance to say it all.
sometimes, a feasable tease, an uneasable lease that does call,
to that soul-sucking emptyness, refusing to let you to stand tall.
and that hole-plucking truth, ducking to bucking, an inhaling pall.
in the flesh, you stall and crawl; cause you're lost down the hall.
the spate state to a slow flow of frozen blood is numb to the gall.
too vulnerable after the fall, you've become a weared-down wall.

;[signed]

goodluck & good-luck .

2009-10-22T04:49:00.001-07:00

YOU'RE HEADED FOR MUCK .
once, twice; there'll never be a thrice.

(copyrighted image)

Change.

waste and taste with the recent poser;
wrapped around by the social hoser.

she ain't the same, and she is to blame.
yet she runs her own friendship game.

social butterfly, floating and gloating;
sucks them in, fakes stripped coating.

you'll land in a pit, throwing a fit.
and i'll put oil to the fire you lit.
you'll hear me voice therefores.
it is time to settle the inner gores.

we'll see where you get someday,
we will see, it ain't too far away.
now, you're adjourn, in all the rife;
soon, you'll be gone, outta my life.

and i don't, i won't, keep in touch;
because this time, i had it rough.

soon, you will be under covers.
keep at it, i insist; i have others.

things change, people change;
now you'll see a raw exchange,
you never thought was coming.
but it is right here, and running.

hold it - words on repeat, i say;
when things do not go your way,
don't buzz me, i've turned my back,
i'll hang this friendship on the rack.

sincerely, i wish that luck does hit.
cause your loneliness will need it.

;[signed]

every sound is round, every found is bound .

2009-10-20T10:48:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

Merry.

'tis before we attempted suss;
the merry-go-round taught us,
that life goes around in circles.
fuckin shapes, rapes encircles.

on and on; it aimed at forever.
which means there is no sever.
reincarnation is not a station,
and we're here for castigation.

and then we all learn to fear.
but we cannot; cannot hear.
or hold on to anything dear.
we see from trashed sheer.

chew me alive, i ain't no sant.
eat me death, angle me slant.

i won't follow any such tradition,
or listen to caution's submission.
i won't live forever; gloom suicides.
i won't live forever; hope collides.

i can't, i'll rant every scant;
til no enchant of this grant.

cause thats a ride i wouldn't hitch;
i'd rather fall down the black ditch.

tired from this hyper pant,
this is unreachable implant.
cause we never really know,
whatever is the actual flow.

;[signed]

boredoms of normality, we are modernly retarded .

2009-10-20T08:21:00.000-07:00

i threw up too much and now i don't care.

these tumours, they overgrow,
over flow.
they shove and moan, pedophiles groping children's bones
no physical manifestations we would require,
that head of yours filled with enough desire.
and we were liars, buying shit from these fliers.
they handed out, pure and clean.
and we just couldn't see past the sheen.

[and the clean sheen was as white as coke]

upon these thoughts we would stumble;
filled with regret, these tumbles
upon we fumble, shunt this cunt.
"perverts, perverts" was a little blunt.
there was no long hunt; a slip and fall,
breaks open foam washed mouths;
and we would beg, hatching that moulding egg.
with a clean, stuffed leg.

"memories" aka blank spaces

2009-10-17T07:58:00.000-07:00

and and and it refuses to end;
a slight bend, could lend.

there's something unappatizing about it all;
might be in this vodka breathe, a blank space;
this haze delivers, another kind of daze.
it echoes empty; your pure mind,
driven blank, through this prank;
in here it's all dank.
this bathtub is filled to the brim
with god knows what, this bathroom dim
drowning slow, beneath the surface
a wall, refusing to collapse.

i'm all alone

this disgustion is not drawn out of purity;
self hatred does not care, it leaves you bare.
with nothing left to share
but the flesh you left; these, my knees,
carefully scraped up; an art.
physical manifestations, light penetrations;
and you'd sell yourself for unlonliness.
this is your hell, your god given shell.

and it's made worse .
..
you'll bash in your head
mourning next; be sure you're dead.
like veins filled with lead;
all the tears they would shed.
all the tears you will shed.

done . done . its time for undone .

2009-10-16T06:08:00.000-07:00

& fuck you too .

(copyrighted image)

Morrow.

no spare time for anymore pretend;
i will not lend any words to amend.

selfish, selfish; it slaps, and taps in my mind.

and you wonder hows these words unwind.

and to me, it is time to say farewell,
to a friendship that never meant well.
surely sick of your scarful sappy ways-
only to speed up the course of decay.

oh horrow, bright goodie morrow;
so drown in your problems sorrow.
i, too have ants biting my bat brain,
but then unlike you, i live in the drain.

you will be down the hill, cause i will make this bill.
never is a long time, but its time for until this still.

so, no longer feel guilty for leaving you alone.
cause i know reality, one worse than a groan.

see you never, its a long time indeed.
i'll be around only if you're on weed.

;[signed]

glaze through the haze - we are ablaze .

2009-10-09T09:22:00.000-07:00

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Alive.

no exit out of grounds, where to go?
you can't run, and why do you got to?
you living; so dick who you want to do.
cause in the end, we all fucked me-you.

and the end,
never bends.
never lends.
does it end?

he shot a policeman- he killed his thirst.
so they couldn't kill him- he shot em first.
"i won't die", he who laughed til he cried.
except he did; they say, today, he died.

but i say, he expired years ago.
when the fear burned him alive.
cockroaches eating at his toe.
there was nothing left to rive.

spear your beating intestines,
before they tine at your spine.
bin and give in; outlive your sin.
you can run on the gift of spin.

that boy, he didn't kill the policeman.
he shot his childhood, his own man.

;[signed]

"deepness" and such

2009-10-08T08:16:00.000-07:00

by raf simons .

you really shouldn't use words you don't quite understand .

high, bye .

2009-10-08T04:58:00.000-07:00

the inner why .
the sinner sigh .

"Lister: Whats your take on the situation?
Holly: What do you want? The long or the short version?
Lister: Long.
Holly: Youre finished. [pause]
The Cat: Whats the short version?
Holly: Bye."

(my edited version of Jenny Saville's painting)

Yet.

we live, we give and we die. why mourn?
you are not going to heaven; not above.
yet its wrong to think, link good porn?
they hurried to the buried, to lost love.

and yet we are supposed to be happy.
with the words from the rabbi sappy?
at every turn, we earn; learn to yearn.
yet, we're ought to listen to the stern?

we are, we are born to scorn.
to kill the symbol of the dove.
i want to be torn; i had sworn.
no mush, i want to push n shove.

i shouldve snatched your glove.
pluck and suck at every thorn;
warmth, down below and above.
'tis nothing worthy of any adorn.

to why the pregnant mother fights;
let go of the life living inside of her.
leave the light to bring the bright.
because we spur to stir that blur.

ins and outs; we will get about.
shoot death; sprout the drought.

;[signed]

nihil + plath

2009-10-07T23:53:00.000-07:00

I DO IT SO IT FEELS LIKE HELL

I DO IT SO IT FEELS REAL >

the dust - i thrust;

2009-10-06T09:52:00.000-07:00

for a home's dome .

(copyrighted image)

Fail

it doesn’t matter whether I’m right;
in this fight, i have to keep in sight.

my truth is - i cannot fail or frail;
i gotta take care of my family tail.

i'll keep thrusting the trusting issue;
go on handing over my tainted tissue.

;[signed]

glitter gutter .

2009-10-04T12:27:00.000-07:00

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Perfection.

another disease set to attack.

the cost; lost on my own back.

tears to dry, what to cry; such galore.
my sore body is cramming to the core.
forgot what to worry about anymore.
but know to gush, flush out the door.

the lead, the need to itch at everything.
and to keep my tears in my plastic sling.

too much caught around my spider web;
lately loosing every depth of every ebb.
just cannot keep living of break-downs;
and holding my head above the drowns.

rather not rot from my own reflection.

in the name of defection's perfection.

sick of the cliché of fucking someday;
she bunged believing in a someway.
with the hope to mail myself away;
hith the dope package of what may.

cause we all are what we grope.

and no mope will cut the rope.

;[signed]

in this state; i wait, await .

2009-09-29T19:05:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

No reply

draw your dark world,
ink your icon illusion.
a hunt for value hurled;
depicting every delusion.

you turn to find noone here.
no sadist to bring you to life;
with earth eating at my ear.
this feelings becoming rife.

walk, talk to the trees.
hello, how do you do?
silence. it gets no ease;
no such expectation too.

supplying your own reply.
the hollowness in my eyes;
no homo sapien that I rely.
no greetings, no goodbyes.

canvas torture, yet to come,
I’ll make my own people run;
this person that I’ve become.
my talking trees block the sun.

this empty road, it cannot hold,
with existance far away, its sole.
wrapping round the spinal cold;
truth, youth - buried in a hole.

;[signed]

special, we're not .

2009-09-29T08:54:00.000-07:00

from purple diary

this idea of afterlives, reincarnations, heaven and hell .
are we not like everything else around us-
live, and die, desintergrate into everything, nothing?

do we really think we're that special?

contemplating the hyperventilating .

2009-09-23T10:15:00.000-07:00

(painted by Jenny Saville, copyrighted image)

Wallow.

feels like im falling asleep
under; in the sinking deep.

truck,
fuck.

ducking dreams of drooling,
suck-in the rubbery tooling;
you ain't fooling, no fooling.
the tempurature aint cooling.

hurt,
spurt.

hurt me, bruise me; am i awake?
am i mixed well into the cake bake?

pinch me, inch by inch; flinch me.
shake it off, take it on, the way it be.

state,
await.

yes, no? it hurts the crest of this chest;
and its forming your stung, dung nest.

swallow,
wallow.

its stressing me out, runt.
lost in a maze, haze; hunt.
this hiss, bliss; you be blunt.
stay away, turn; you shunt.

wither whether,
too tithe tether.

;[signed]

roof, aloof .

2009-09-22T11:24:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

Wry

to winder which where?
and hinder here there.

owing to this caught birth;
brought me to eating earth.

every single composition;
leads to decomposition.

souls coil, toil;
hearts to boil.

throw me offboard,
you know i belong.
throw me onboard,
you know i belong?

you don'know whatcha saying;
you don'know whatcha playing.

they said;
be ahead;
but i said;
dead bed.

so lingering waffled;
hurly-burly baffled.

wry the world down;
broke my own crown.

only to make choices?
i hear, i hear voices.

fear, it leers, near, near.
gears, fuck them seers.

i know hysteria, hysteria;
hear news from the stereo.

by then, i infact knew;
i lost to my-your crew.

;[signed]

boredom, my chronic disease .

2009-09-22T09:14:00.000-07:00

Out of boredom, I put on my fright.

Out of boredom, I’ll put out my light.

can't chill? take pill .

2009-09-21T18:07:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

Rack.

painthrillers,
vainkillers.
depend on you.
turn to be true.

irking, why ain't it working?
behind so kind; you shirking?

you know not; strain pain,
but twinkle, wrinkle vain.

twinkle twinkle litte star,
how i wonder behind bars.
how i wonder what you are.
re-rising of a reflected scar;

i don't need a mirror;
don't want a shimmer.

its caught up in my back.
throw me out of the rack.

why does the dirt decompensate?
in my world with no concentrate.

it goes, it does; the beat.
no path, math; no retreat.

no using the matching mask;
betting on the boiling bask.
kinship chemicals in a flask;
swell, dwell. too much to ask?

astray it be;
there a she.
the decline;
crossing line.

its caught up in my back.
throw me out of the rack.

so stalking crooked;
bow to the wicked.

so snatched routine,
know knitted seam.

that hatching latch,
the crowing catch;

virgin watching,
ground patching.

its blowing,
no flowing.

and he'll huff and he'll puff -
and he'll blow the house down
and he'll muff and he'll duff -
and he'll be his own body clown.

clawing its way to every breath,
staining hands like Lady Macbeth.

it happened to me,
to me, me; losing lee.

so, whos karma did i get now?
mine? ugly duckling somehow.

and disability's stability;
to fed forsaken facility.

;[signed]

poof, and it's gone .

2009-09-21T07:53:00.002-07:00

i was looking for something to spray red.
more specifically- had to be white .
preferably .. thin, layered .
it would look like a light wound, soaking up the blood .
hopefuls .

or else, like period gone awry .
smears and stains, humiliation, oh my .
it pained us all, it pained us all.

i looked and i looked, couldn't find
any fucking white .
no . fucking . whites .

i don't even have any fucking white underwear anymore, it seems .
and you wonder where your childhood went .

i continued by putting on a sheer black shirt,
but as usual the fat blocked my view .
so oddly shaped;
as usual, i wouldn't wanna say i, so much easier to say 'we'.
never alone, never alone .
oh fucking well .
the camera captured my tragedy .

i wanted to have something to half burn up,
something to stain stain stain .
but i had no more whites,
and my clothes already mouth ciggies,
grinning .

grin grin, reminiscing .
on the sin sin .

/i am mary's pulsating vagina;
blood, blood, fucking flood .

ha-ha-ha

2009-09-20T06:13:00.000-07:00

by Dash Snow

another normal day,
day day, not a single thought without compulsive boredom,
excessively so.
makes the figdet slowly creep up your backbone,
tickle your neck, breathing on you. taunting.
nothing to do, oh what will we do.

this dilemma, of
nothing nothing nothing, makes you wish you had tyler .
it's worse than obsessiveness, it's worse than having
thought thought thought .
you can assemble them quietly,
a knock here, a smoke there.
but nothingness ?

it's the reason people drive too fast,
smoke too much, or hold that noose a little too tight while cuming .
it's the reason, reason reason fucking reason .

it is the reason they snort and sniff,
death, bare and open. ready
to catch you, falling.
i suppose we all hope to fly above it all.

but the rest of them- can't they see?
he played a joke on us, a fucking joke .

the joke of death is-
it's not like we're living to start with .
/you laughing yet?

slacker, cracker .

2009-09-18T11:22:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

Deny

bodies rotting, we be scared.
stripped of servile impaired,
the annoyed anxiety flared.
it sneered, sexually snared;
so the carressed crisis cared.
our share will never be spared.

smooth letters wont pass by shakes;
but knitted sharp wings do fly flakes.
blood reality, is that what it takes?
sword sacrifice humanity makes?
we keep driving on with no brakes.
peeping and seeping through fakes.

my, my dear;
we deny?
we defy?
i fear, i fear.

;[signed]

"your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct."

2009-09-18T11:01:00.000-07:00

one day our heads will fall off from the knocking;
but before that, it'll explode from the inside.
boom; insanity . boom; unexsistance ?

heh .

where are your balls ? need them after fall ?

2009-09-18T09:46:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

No Superman.

we're all the same,
assets to shame;
someone to blame,
to how blood came.

theres no fuckin crisis;
you are the bias, miss.

there no superman,
accept this bold ban.
theres no superman,
brace yourself; he ran.

these decieving eyes, they look.
for what to burn; n what to cook.

surrounding walls,
and stripping balls.

step. don't just stand;
for any helping hand.

theres no superman,
theres no superman.
worth a stepping stone,
we'r'all gonna die alone.

there is no resistance,
stop the persistance.

route hand yourself,
or handle the truth.
route hang yourself,
my dear, dear Ruth.

shamming sling,
jamming fling,
broken string;
cutting spring.

theres no superman,
but long live; you fan.
live your lifeblood life,
stab skin, use the knife.

now you're thrown,
noone of your own.

take a shower,
solve a now-er.
free the spirit,
every minute.

don't wait,
to be bait.

theres no superman,
this ain't no la la lan.

make love, not war.
want more, more.
make war, not love;
bring yourself above.

dig up in the action,
don't be a fraction.

no more faces,
edged spaces,
direct places,
riding paces.

no supeman, no;
don't stay, just go.

leave the world,
with it unfurled,
hang the knot,
its what we got.

;[signed]

yesterday, doesn't matter, doesn't end

2009-09-18T08:20:00.000-07:00

The blood blooms clean

In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.

You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn.

i wish it was better
i wish it was better;
you're better.

you're better than them.

No Pain, No Gain .

2009-09-15T20:42:00.000-07:00

"I'm an owl with tired eyes // I'm a scarecrow in disguise"
(Arms lyrics - Seabear)

(copyrighted image)

Empty.

enthusiastic hypocrisy,
evacuating democracy;
eliminated humanity.
single. sacred sanctity.

scoffing syllables through,
who do you think is you?

oh. sucking in win.
no. swallowing sin.

no bondage buried in a bind.
you can speak your mind,
but not; but not on my time.
bare. bland. thats no prime.

your words - she don't matter.
your herds - he don't shatter.
your voice doesn't even echo,
empty. you are no art deco.

yours truly,
saliva drooly.

;[signed]

we're so young we couldn't possibly fucking have "pain", pain schmain, all vain .

2009-09-15T05:08:00.000-07:00

suction suction .
intestines twist, your piss
you'll hiss

inside,, out .
self mutilation, slit knit,
lalala we walk round,
white and gloomy and oddly shaped .

a bit repressive,
knock a dock dock,
we're a flock .

never ending; what if-
fuck, fuck - me-
is it the end is it the end is it the

no never . fucking
knock knock

who's there?
old jokes sneer at jumbled thoughts,
don't know don't know,
don't wanna hear, can't ever

fucking hear.
you'll never be near.
this white shiny shear .
it'll be dear;
so fucking clear-
i'll bear.

and you ask ask ask
won't stop, eh,
why why why
you ask me why

we do;
it's just too fucking much for you;
it's all moo.

suck baby suck .

2009-09-14T01:15:00.000-07:00

the result of pop culture; bored, alcohol fuelled perversions .

how serious? take it as you will.

bananananananaaaaaa .

insightfulness, meaningless, eighteenness .

2009-09-13T04:59:00.000-07:00

somehow .

expectations; beyond.
don't expect you to be special, as long as you function.
they're not gonna pay for you, you malfunctioning toy.
toy, all ever was. not really real; why's my plastic so thin?

silicone, silicone. why aren't you like them?
you're no different, no different, different not.
somehow you're out of place, can't see, no.
seeing is believing, or believing is seeing?
I CAN'T SEE, WON'T BELIEVE .
you're a blur, sharp corners out of the magazine.
you're all perfect. just the way he intended.

incestuous, it seems;
no extra heads, just dumber and dumber, same same.
populate, fuck fuck fuck, oh my we do love the fucking,
same same same, we make a difference MAKE A FUCKING DIFFERENCE .

line between genius and psycho is vague and blurred;
we don't give a fuck darling.
we're a little insane, a little fucking insightful.

i reject you, you reject me,
fuck all this,
fucking humanity.

too many questions , ?

2009-09-09T05:07:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

unexistant me

you!
who?
sow show,
a window.

getaway, flay. i run?
get in on the gun fun!

the floor, the door?
hell, tell me more!
way about, way out?
this stage is to shout.

flee free far from walls!
rag doll, destiny calls?

the releasing rejoice?
soul sipping voice!
do you use the cape?
no more verbal rape?

spot it. do you?
veto. no clues.
spit it. you do?
shell out dues.

go, go delete.
no, no repeat.
ripe to defeat,
rip incomplete.

why can't i see,
no stifled glee?
choked on free,
unexistant me.

(copyrighted image)

but but, still shut,
in a rut - a w-what?

blind shadow-
am disendow;
overshadow.

she dont!
she wont!

too bad aye?
no bye bye?
stuck luck.
motherfuck.

beat bout the bush?
give a pulling push!
feel, feed the hater.
adieu constipater!

;[signed]

knock knock knock knock fucking knock .

2009-09-08T18:00:00.000-07:00

this stuff just won't leave .
it clings, flings
all over, inside, trapped .
it's all a trap

not some fucking mishap .
you wished you wished, you wished,
your eye was pried
open, wide .
black pupils dialate, open, swallow .
honey look what you've done .

Mommy, I saw I saw .
i saw the disease of the man, head
dead .
and his finger tips, rips .

And her legs spread,
Oh how she bled,
And soon she was dead .
But he just fed and fed .

out of the daze grew the haze,
you do not. do .
i pray you are not it,
cookie monster cookie monster,
you might as well been the boogie man .

My dreamcatcher fell,
And I went to hell .

we're not all that special .

2009-09-08T06:02:00.000-07:00

from purple diary .

i thought

you do not do, you do not do .

but you do do .

and there was nothing more to say

since i gave it all away .

flesh wounds; surface faces phoney .

2009-09-08T05:15:00.000-07:00

AND I'VE BEEN PUTTING OUT FIRE . WITH GASOLINE .

you do not do, you cannot do, you will not do .

it's that sticky feeling that cannot be shaken off ..
clings, flings .
diseases are catchy too, just like you.
trapped ?
breathe honey, it's okay .
it happens to the best of us .

oh yeah . because you are the best of us .
fuck me, i suppose i was just the chewing gum .
did you spit me out, or was i stuck underneath your shoe ?
the fleshy life, powdered pure pink that
made your skin come alive like a million worms,
spasms flowing and eating you?
did you like it did you like it?

i doubt your meaning, your existance .
don't fucking worry "honey", it does happen to the fucking best of us .

i think you shat .
because no offence, but i can smell it from over here,
you and your so called importance .
fucking impotent importance .

passive aggressive, passive aggressive .
".. nobody said your name ."
echo echo,
stupidity burns, acidic churns .
a layer spent; human trash .

doesn't matter, won't let up .

that itch lies surface borne, sinking its rotten yellow
teeth into me;
sticky spent flesh, a little too close .
ticky tick, it settles . we all know how that story folds .

suck suck suck 'em dry .
we die die die
oh no am i here AGAIN ?
how does this story never fucking end ?

i suppose i pray to my god of nonexistance,
of your evaporation, some pretty and morbid end>
you ain't no more fucking mortal than any one of us .

washing machine, time to redeem .

2009-09-04T07:41:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image - by Tania F., 18 year old Fashion Design student)

Piss on Diss.

wash your hands
crash the lands
brush your teeth,
forget the beneath,
take a shower
distant flower
I do what I did
when I was a kid
my momma taught
my insides fought
my outsides exposed
but still enclosed
remember the drill
relish every spill

the waters burning up
you’re burning down
you’re burning up
the waters burning down

and this
you hiss
keep piss
mistriss
and wait
til late
you watch
his crotch
punish it
never fit
candles lit
fetish kit
and keep
the beep
the pants
the rants
the sperm
now affirm
fire this up
kept in cup
splashing tub
crushing hub

and down, down, down,
wrapped plastic clown
a
lost cause
do applause
every clause
no such pause

t-t-t-try to wash
stain, s-s-swash
cut
but
memory lane
remain, remain
we remember
saintly surrender

;[signed]

strain in my neck, must clear the deck .

2009-08-30T06:25:00.001-07:00

(copyrighted image)

Tips off.

Its six-thirty
drug is flirty
can’t stand
la la land

the alarm just rang
nerves with a bang
that sound, creeps in
my head, din din din

its seven o’clock
minds in a lock
these ears they prance
never gives me a chance

i know, i crow
im taking it slow
i stow, i throw
disrupt the flow

its seven twenty
overcrowd plenty
these eyes flutter
these words stutter

off it goes
racing dose
now, no no
how, go go

its nine o’clock
buried in a rock
its my friend, my foe
should get up in a mo

but but smut
i'm kept shut

bore bodys in a freeze
they banned its release
this heads bopping
hiss bodys flopping

a cost. lost the way
no idea what may

its ten oh five
killing the thrive
will worry later
don’t be a fate-r

it
it
locks my might
ropes my fight
blocks my light
crashes my flight

its eleven oh nil,
made this kill
leaving the house,
they call me a louse

its ruining my insides
but taking me on rides

it’s the age for stopping
am gonna keep popping
not being the living dead
prefer the corrupted head

now now, go
would, if i could
leave, leave, go
i know, i should

twelve o’clock
disgusted shock
little too late,
devour my sate

fuck this, dazzling daze
scratching off this phase
its throwing me off, this pill
happily tipping me off the sill

and yet I await to get back to routine
but I’m radiating numb like a machine

;[signed]

i didn't mean it .

2009-08-27T07:54:00.000-07:00

welcome to the shell,
our own fucking personal hell .

tired, wired, uninspired .

2009-08-27T07:36:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

Scrape.

this ray of sun,
it pissed on fun.
frozen to shock,
the solid block.

no time for awake;
your bodys a shake.
nerves scrape a spin,
at the cost of any sin.

escaping the pavement;
raping every cravement.
numb desires overlooked,
this soul is overcooked.

but its breathing,
and we're teasing.

now we'll plot to hound,
a reerected revolution -
to grow it on a bound,

of some stolen solution.

;[signed]

use a torch, find the scorch .

2009-08-26T06:37:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

Girl hey, Happy Birthday.

baby, burn burn burn
baby, turn turn turn

happy birthday
we’re to say
happy birthday
additional dismay
happy birthday
fill your tray
happy birthday
dress array
happy birthday
too much display
happy birthday
go and pray
happy birthday
skies are gray
happy birthday
have your play
happy birthday
yes you may
happy birthday
move and sway

baby, turn turn turn
baby, burn burn burn

happy birthday
lost astray
happy birthday
time to slay
happy birthday
price to pay
happy birthday
join the fray
happy birthday
go run away
happy birthday
lost your way
happy birthday
theres no delay
happy birthday
closer to decay
happy birthday
try being allay
happy birthday
you’ll be okay
happy birthday
its only today
happy birthday
a special day

light the candles
use the handles
ice your finger
not gonna linger
blow the candles
evoked scandals
now cut the cake
feed the snake
lick the cream
fake the beam
feel superior
erase exterior
try that smile
its only a while

hey, girl
don’t hurl
screw that cliché
but, hey hey hey
happy birthday
more to yearn
burn each turn

;[signed]

blindness, narrowmindedness, yeah YOU .

2009-08-26T04:33:00.000-07:00

by Dash Snow
go ahead,
tell me your most tabooed fantasies,
your most shamefucked affairs,
your most cannibalistic thoughts .
go ahead, tell me .

i won't bat an eye for you .

we fall to pressure .

2009-08-22T11:22:00.000-07:00

and that fear you feel will never relieve,
because it's the fear of life .

and life tells us to DIE DIE DIE

we're all apparently the retarded, incestous children of adam and fucking eve,
and yet you wonder how this all began .

NEIN NEIN NEIN .

2009-08-22T10:54:00.000-07:00

an irritation .
a small scratch, unnoticed .
twitch, slightly .

a step behind you,
creeping .
weezes, lightly .

always . peering and leering .
nothing/we say .

attends, rightly .
never. flightly .

what is it ?
what is you ?
what is this you're pointing to ?

o bitch, please . snub your tease .

2009-08-22T07:29:00.001-07:00

(copyrighted image)

Fade .

they talk
they talk
they talk
without growing
they walk
they walk
they walk
without knowing
they stalk
they stalk
they stalk
without showing
they balk
they balk
they balk
without bestowing

+

o,
they're stark, the noticable bores
they bark, just to attack in galores
bite me, get ready to be burned
yes really, the tables have turned

o,
thou, keep using your naive words
cause you'll never cross my hurds
i say this, with remorse, and regret
as you already used your best bet
go on, you're an unworthy shade
at the brink, you're about to fade

o,
chess
bless

stuck in that frame without a name
this aim of the game is to stay tame

;[signed]

caged .

2009-08-19T08:14:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image - by Pierre B., 17 year old guy from Strasbourg)

in need of a higher wage -
kinda wish I was a mage -
would be easier to engage -
they think I need a sage -
trapped in this daym rage -
stuck on the same page -
escape from this cage -
that is my own gage .

;[signed]

an affair, to share .

2009-08-18T03:40:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

Episode.

//keep stirring, curtains cast close
the sunlight makes you remember
the upshot of the whack overdose
the progress of this December//

//pang of regret; blunder they say
they keep trying to find a basis why
there’s nothing to make me stay
nothing that paints time tie by//

//recollection of hopeful hoping.

they can’t know, they can’t be coping
not a dream? this episode’s extreme
aided added spice to this swell hell//

//excuses, don’t make them for me
don’t blame what i’ve had to bear
shame is the way its alleged to be
disillusionment to that grim glare//

//i never had that favorable youth
but known numbness from deception
swayed me to be the wrong uncouth
no praying prospect for an exception//

//jack up, can't justifiy my unruly mind
i should’ve existed in my own senses
it doesn’t carry weight, that i'm in a bind
i should’ve kept wearing my lenses//

;[signed]

exit, for now .?/nostalgia .

2009-08-11T06:31:00.000-07:00

by Terence Koh

bed bed bed .

dreams of martyrdom,

in my head .

fucking with my little,, head .

well screw you billy bob, we don't need a fucking god .

2009-08-10T02:01:00.000-07:00

by Joshua Bartky

"saints used to hear them, crazed lice infested hermits in their caves and deserts ."

people playing god .
we've all seen it, been there done that .
it's the huge erect statues of uptight leaders
more erect than they ever were,
larger than life .

.. freud would be proud .

or else in rigid black dresses,
unwilling to move . stiffly
screaming silently, wrapping around your neck .
never repressive though, no, fuck no.
just helping you to the light;
the light you "don't" try to walk toward, never, forever .

and they ask you to kiss their fucking

feet, but they might as well ask you to lick their assholes .

dirt and corruption grew from their hiccups, fuck ups .

whatever, same same .

never different .
-
and with a smile on your face, you blow out your brains .
oh merciful god .

/i wouldn't have fucking done it if i fucking knew,
now would i ?

shun, shun, shun .

2009-08-07T11:12:00.000-07:00

dolls + guns .

play with dolls .
star as a gun .
play with guns .
star as a doll .

you’re a doll with voice .
you’re a gun without a bullet .
you’re a doll by choice .
you’re a gun without a bullet .
you’re not something to rejoice .

+

you’re basking out in the bloody sun ,
with no such darkness to cover you ;
you’re too much of a coward to run -
so you stare, wondering what to do .

you walk - back straight, head held high ;
you think - they all think you’re so fly ;
you look - perfect skin, and perfect hair ;
cause it’s the only truth you can bear .

those big round glossy eyes clearly not looking ,
at what ease we can break your pretty bones .
still, you got them guys wondering what’s cooking ,
before you collapse from two thrown stones .

+

gimme a doll, gimme a gun .
lemme shoot this baby in the sun .
and you tell me it wasn’t fun .

;[signed]

nude emptiness .

2009-07-31T00:57:00.000-07:00

by sylvain-emmanuel prieur

from dazeddigital.com/blog- hussein chalayan .
obsessions with nudity through clothes .
imperfect bodies trapped in perfect bodies ..
showing but also covering, hiding through revealing .
we're not all empty, although we wish we were .
unstuffed, unfed .
perfection is overrated . we crave excess .

perfectly pornographic, by hussein chalayan .
sexcess .

shit, cum, vomit, urine, blood .

2009-07-30T08:29:00.000-07:00

receipts .
worthless pieces of notes, thickens your wallet .
spills into your money .
the past spills into the current and future, bothering, disturbing .
those white fucking neutral pieces of paper .
it's just business, honey .

you know what we do with receipts ?
we wipe our asses with them .

it ticks .

2009-07-29T13:47:00.000-07:00

(copyrighted image)

[EDGE OF BRAIN DEAD .] .
Battery low-lowering-ringing - dash by dash, dash by dash .

High blood pressure, drops, drops, dropping, DROPPED – low blood pressure . whatever happened to stability aye ?
Eyes closing, but the brain’s still working. - Tick-tock, tick-tock . Another sleepless night . Let’s dream . Oh yeas, dozing off sounds appealing . Well, thats until you see your reality spinning in circles -you. reach rock bottom, alone & forgotten .
. . Awake yet ? That’s what my momma said . But then again is she real ? Ax . A headache - a hammer tapping, a hammer drumming, the hammer beating .

[SO UN BRAIN DEAD .]
Pressure . Spin . Stop . Spin . Stop . Like a child running around in circles . You walk around in a daze – every touch, every movement, every interaction – unreal, all of it – unreal . confused, is it morning ? Is it night ? I suppose there are time periods in between ? Or so they say .

A daze . Blur . Its like a person without their glasses . Its like the beginning of the vodhka working. You don’t feel anything, not till it hits you . Hard. Strong . [ Blackout ] . But that’s alright, this daze ain’t going far . Ain’t moving . Period – you ain’t going anywhere . If you’re not moving forward, STOP – they say you could move backwards . I somehow couldn’t, but then that doesn’t compare to the . STOP . standstill . Already, its been like this for long .
Tock-tick . Tick-tick . [SO “UN” BRAIN DEAD .]

[YET, AGAIN – VERGE .] Slap – slap – slap – slap – awaken .
Inhale . A new daze, still a daze, but a better one . A flavoured one, inhale . New – them fags make your head go a little ta-wist, ta-turn, a-round-and-round-and-around . The daze with blackened eyes, entangled hair, the knotted thoughts . Not to mention, the digging towards the depths .

The eyes, they have spoken up. *Rest – it is a requirement*.
b a t t e r y – OFF . BRAIN DEAD .

;[signed]

nothing . NOTHING . nothing .

2009-07-29T06:50:00.000-07:00

o nothing.

right.
a sense of what fuck.
right.
a scratch for prevalence.
right.
a saint in your crimes.

wrong.
a seek out for adventure.
wrong.
a stain of right.
wrong.
a sip of desire.

wrong is right.
aint go vulger.
right is right.
aint so flavoured.
right is wrong.
aint no order.
wrong is wrong.
aint o nothing.

;[signed].

death & sex come hand in hand, "un"fortunately .

2009-07-29T06:22:00.000-07:00

Lara Stone (fashionspot)

by Terence Koh
obsessions with weight everywhere .
if i had lara's cheekbones, i'd bleach my eyebrows too .
purity . simplicity .

death looks pretty painted on your face .

oh, please fucking shine ; they don't know this truth of mine .

2009-07-29T01:29:00.000-07:00

(original image & edited - at the rooftop)

the sun ain't fun - that moon, it looms, looms. this is your life.
my quirk - the smirk you lurk from using that innocent knife.

Heh .
;[signed]

lets abandon this .

2009-07-29T00:28:00.000-07:00

Reality check .

Looking out with those dried swollen eyes;
Wearing a worn-out smile as a masked disguise.

The sense of coldness running through my veins;
As a reminder of the hidden fire left as remains.

Another day? Oh, fucking yes. Stuck at a cross road;
Lights not changing – walk! run. An ascending mode.

I would call it – carefree. No need for a raised brow.
No strings unattached. Or that’s just what I say now.

A stroll down the streets – I call it, my second home;
Because. Dear family, my own home has no dome.

My flying hair conflicting with the love in the breeze;
Sentient. The teasing suffocation too much to cease.

A shiver down my spine, a worse place in time;
Where feelings are worth an ounce of slime.

The nervousness at its edge in this tattooed chase;
with the underlying meaning to life soaring in space.

Feeling superbly deprived. The bile is all set to derive;
From that underlying meaning to me that’s chewing me alive.

Burning arms. Ofcourse, I was holding the rope of hope!
Cause the sting of it slipping away – its too much to cope.

Leave the grinding nostalgia. Deal the cards, with a smirk.
Let it be its own master and slave. It’s time to shirk.

Too bad there’s no on + off switch for emotions to find;
Especially when reality check has beat you from behind.

& memories; we all have our time machines– they’re myriad.
& now mines started working. Turn yours on, it’s vital. Period.

;[signed].

no me .

2009-07-28T23:40:00.001-07:00

POP magazine (fashionspot)

by Dan Colen .

penis envy some would argue but fuck that .

i don't need one myself when there are plenty everywhere else .

in me, please . not on me .

isn't that sweet .

2009-07-27T08:21:00.000-07:00

dumb dumb dumb people . they overcrowd, overfuckingpopulate .
spill their rotting genes all over, all over you and me .
if only i had a machinegun leg like cherrydarling, i'd blow them to bits .
then we could finally breathe .

hell, new beginnings, for you & for me .

2009-07-27T00:28:00.000-07:00

by Dash Snow (RIP) .