The Angst that was High School

      For most people high school is the best four years of their live, and after that it just gets worse. I personally don't give into that crap, but oh well life is life and that is that. This page is dedicated to my blacked out memory of high school. I spent most in a mental state of disorder, but I managed to survive. In more way than one. High school, as I said was fun for most people. For me it was a place, nothing more,and nothing less. I didn't really care. I would have to say I really don't care that much now. Although I have my crumbling points. And loud booming sounds now scare the shit out me more than they use too. Attribute that to some terrorist activity in the Middle East during 2003. My brain has never been the same since then. That could explain my later work.

Enjoy
   

 

Depressed Girl's Prom
     
   

Led by night path, lit by
subdued columns of fire.
Heart flow easy and flutter with drive.
Breath and sigh, hum and sway

Memorize the one moment when life
falls all into one embracing dance.
Stardust glow no brighter than the
sensation making you float.

The puzzle of your life is brought
together and taken apart daily.
Bring the pieces into heart and
find your life built.

Let your heart glow with clear freedom.
The night is yours and begun
with a red rose.
 
   

Battle Fields Of Virginia
     
      Ornaments of blatant scars
Attire of worn ideals
Long and tired are the expressions
Of these aged warriors as they
Set foot on their battle of old
And the one solitary warrior
Stands alone, talking to the wind
"Many a battle you have seen
Each time you roll by.
How long does it seem to you?
O'er the fields of Virginia
and torn soil of war ground."
As before and forever the wind
It replied in it's moan.
"I mourn them and carry
Their voices in my wake.
Can you hear the voices?
The voices in the wind?"
Just as the wind said that
It rolled by taking another
The voice in the wake said,
"You rolled by again..."
And off the wind went
As it rolled into the Battle Fields of Virginia.


School Shooter version 1



Death by actions.
Death by your morals and popularity.
Death by what you did to me.
You have created your Angel of Death
By your false trials of me.
Your Death caused by me.




School Shooter version 2



Death by actions.
Death by your morals and popularity.
Death by what you did to me.
Praise hail to me the Angel of Death is me.
By your false trials of me.
Your Death caused by me.

Torment me and piss on me.
Toss aside the poor freak.
Your intelligence should only make you see
You have created me
Oh now, what is this, oh joy should it be.
Cry poor baby, but no you never let me be.

The zealot you cannot ever unmake
Try to understand that you are the
Nugatory dastard.
Now think again one last thing you'd say to me
If you become me

Your Death caused by me

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