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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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