UNTITLED


I feel like i'm trying
but it's leading me nowhere
now i'm slowly dying
i'm falling down somewhere
in the depths anguish
in the seas of fears
on the bleeding feathers
under people's snears
i'm falling down deep.

April 26th 2003




UNTITLED

He gave them words
They gave him cheers
He gave them truth
They gave their ears
He stomped around
And let out screams
They felt his pain
Through their TVs
Adrenaline
Is still around
And even though
The grunge man's gone
Still he'll live on
Deep in our hearts
And he'll still stay
Our number one
From all the charts
With all the bands
Rest in peace, Kurt
We still remember.

May 6th 03
listening to Nirvana- inspiration




GHOST

They seem to miss the fact that i am there
or maybe they just don't care, they don't care
I tell them the answers or a way it should be
but they look around, they don't (even) look at me
they won't listen, i'm not even given a chance
so i'll just keep my mouth shut and watch the others dance
full of attention and happiness they dance (and i envy them)
and i envy them
I clean my feathers of my ugly-duck wings
and hope someone will come over and listen and see
but no one will come to see or hear such things
because nothing i do or say is of importance, you see?
No you cannot; I am nothing but a ghost.

May 14th 2003




FEATHERED CREATURES DANCING IN THE SKY

Under shelter, i look out a window
and all these beautiful things pass by...
strawberry-red, tangerine-yellow, and kiwi-green
leaves falling out of their homes, i can smell
the trees' share of fresh oxygen and feel
Winter lingering around the cracks of Autumn...
The clouds fall grey from sadness, but as they
comfort me, i can feel that they understand
and they await the moment for me to cry.
The big worm on wheels follows its tracks
and i can almost feel its rumble through my seat.
There are triangles in the sky who sing
and circles of trash that embark nature's
random journey of temporary rage
I wonder if my fellow friends from the grave
can see such beauty as well as i do.

October 23rd 2003
I wrote what i saw; it was beautiful.
The title is the last thing that i saw.
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