Home

Pictures | Sanity | Message Board | Fuck Mind Games | Blah | Links | Mo' Poetry | Thoughts... | Driving | Crushed | Kids | Lyrics | Theories | Eve was a bitch. | I feel nauseated | Poetry
Mo' Poetry
Smashed Up

Apathy

The motherfucking apathy is chasing me
Why can't I outrun you?
You have killed ambition and dreams
Relentlessly shoving your uncaring impressions
Upon my innocent back.
And I'm breaking, I'm falling, I'm giving in...
Self-control is abolished
By your senseless need to destroy
And kill and stomp all over my destiny.
I was meant to change something
I was meant to be someone.
But you won't let me go alone, will you?
The apathy is on my heels
Every second of every day I try to escape
But it's hopeless, isn't it?
Isn't that what you're trying to say, apathy?
This is just your influence.
Well, it's nice to see something is doing its job.


12/23/01

Escape

My thoughts shove me into another reality
They beg me to leave behind the monotony
But I am trapped.
We all get stranded here
Without pure hope of escape
Without any hope as far as that goes.
I wish that I could break the cycle
I am not the one to do this
A lack of strength and motivation hold me back.

Feel

He makes me feel.
But he doesn't admit
That he feels.
How is it that he makes me feel?
Teach me your tricks, my boy.
I want to know
How to make someone feel.
Then I can show you...

Purpose

As I try to see beyond this dark fence
Light unlike any other flashes
Catching my eyes' attention
And redirecting my disturbed life.
Autumn wills me to reach beyond
The normal negative boundaries
And into the few optimisms of the filthy planet.
As I comprehend the limit of good
Within such a dirty, hopeless place
I still promise to do my best.
My intentions shall be as pure
Within possiblity considering these conditions.