| Most of this stuff is from the black book...the black book is the book where I get random and I'm not afraid to. This is all stuff from first semester '99-'00. So, it's all pretty new. |
| Sitting in the incantations of someone else's hell. No place to go, no reason to leave. Just enough time to savor the flavor of a stale cigarette in the corner of the seedy corner bar. Stagnant customers who are painted in their seats no longer look up to even acknowledge a new passer by. Yet in all the filth only one pervasive thought enters your mind, "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home." |
| Adagio On November 12 I don't remember happening But she says so And who am I to argue? A dark girl A lost girl Makes no better than you Just a missing arm is all But I don't miss it All the time Just her kisses And the sweet breeze Through the trees Says all I never Needed to hear My Pearl Is gone |
| what can I do When pink glue holds me down by my back And green gum stuck to my shoe Like pink glue holds me like mothers small heart attack and listlessly I sit Dreaming listless dreams In a blue cadillac Convertible |
| Disgruntled My body is hollow Yet filled with soul All I need is something |
| singed like the strings attaching you to my shoe Left of the playing field you threw the love lost ever so lacking glue And your boots did not leave a print on dried cement because I knew better then to leave you alone with my unlit cigarettes |
| He said pink was his favorite color. As if I was supposed to laugh. Yet all I felt was a bit of pity, because he thought we were so much more shallow than that. Then they started laughing. And I felt my insides die and rot, and in his arms I died, as we sobbed for the loss of pink. |
| She said write of lost dreams Worlds painted in sea greens Places he knows and loves Where his hand print still remains Lifeless in the dust But I'd prefer to talk About the rushing ocean We've endeavoured Devoured by our own Minds and hearts And how together We can brush all Dust away With our burning lips |
| Listen, Pay attention To this you do not know me If I look disconcerted Who's to say I have not heard the woes of a passer by Yet you say the book in My hand says otherwise who are you? To comfort or console Leave it be It can never be you who Wipes the tears Holds my hands as The nightmares come To know my face When the light of love Slaps me joyously painfully When my faerie wings can not hold you back It is not for you who to ever know So take your hands And leave this place |
| What question would you ask someone to determine if they die or not? |
| "Fucking fascinating" he said, flicking his cigarette before stubbing it out with his booted toe. "Lovely night" he mumbled as he turned opening his arms to the heavens as if to embrace the stars. As I stpped to touch his face, he leaned back, smiled, and disappeared amonst the sea and jagged rocks. I've never been quite the same since. You know? As I flick my cigarette one last time before stubbing out wtih my booted I say, "Fucking fascinating." |
| There are certain people you never forget. They leave strange day-glo handprints on your heart. And you find yourself longing for stale cigarette smoke, half empty wine glasses on a pungent bar. |
| Watching Waiting for the dust to settle To exhale But that's not part of the wait Keep your clammy hands From my throat Tendrils of feathers Stroke my foreheaed Unafraid I won't fear you Can't feel your love |
| And in the moonlight You can not see the shade Cross her eyes She is far gone Beyond sad But you do not notice For her |
| And the pretty girls never die Just always cry for the ways Of the world When the wind brushes And rushes Playing the part they Can easily see Always slipping Through thier fingers But when the pretty girls Find something Pretty enough to complete beauty they already posses |
| When will they hold So can stop being told Roses were given to the other girls When will they hold her Give her garens to dream in And not have to Dread the morning sun When will the night Quit holding A heart break in his gentle grin Forgive here morning glories |
| For her midnight transgressions Sweet tea To keep her soul Safe from bitter black coffee I hope the doves remain in her eyes Fires in her heart And love on her lips To fight away the cold of December |
| It is never dark forever Between shades of grey and black The light breaks through white Blood red Rose red Tan denim blue Velvet and amonst all of this Is open eyes Broken hearts And endless depths of love |
| Tina's Song I could scream every heart beat My words a painful admission My words a disdainful remark I could scream for every heart beat Your words a harsh realization My pain, my heart, my words I could scream for every heart break The moon the clouds the stars all lie Lie in a field of pain I could scream for every heart ache You ache me, I hear, I hurt I scream for every heart beat for every hurt inflicted for every pain endured but they adored for every ash flick from the end of a cigarette for every Joey born but they adored And still the moon the stars and the clouds lie Lie in a field of memories for every pain, love, hurt whether they adore or injured I could I scream in a field of memories I scream for every heart beat |
| More by Tina The smell of philosophie is heavin the air Speaking of heaven and earth and i a word you threw damnation upon my heart if injuries wear red riding hoods my body is red red wool to be spun upon sleeping beauty's spinning wheel because the kind could not burn a safe haven For my damnation my curse my fairy godmother my guardian angel looked the other way when the moon rose in a field of scornful daiseys and I am but red red wool. |
| As One To say I want to fuck you Would be putting it mildly To say I want to feel you inside Would be an undeniable lie To say I wanted to inhale you And slip inside your pores Touch your hands And bleed through To caress your soul To say I want to devoure you And live as one My inhalations Would be your exhalations Would be our exaltations I want to be inside you Feeling you Touching you Sliding my hands through out your mind Knowing your every curve Line Bone structure To walk and exude you From the outside in To peer outside fom your mouth For our bodies to move As one To be so close Touch is irrelevent For hours a day Every year I want to be as one |