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what you do
05/10/01
Sunk in depression
Locked in unhappiness
Dying of boredom
Crazy with hate
Crazy with love
Killing joy
Killing me
Wasting time
Flying backwards
Dropping quickly
See what you do to me?

lock me up, please
05/10/01

One by one
And together
We set them free
Opened their cages.
It was our quest
And we both smiled
Sighing contentedly,
The second last dove,
I set it free
Stopping
I saw you crying
As you unlocked my cage
I had given you the key
And I cried too
I, the last one, spread my wings
Free, reluctantly flying
Determined to crash

Kinetic Dangling
05/17/01

I feel this way
Just to be real
And I know
I’m gonna pick up a gun
Delinquent harlequin
With innocence blown away

Can you touch your memories?
I think so
The tears have caked on my face
I can’t know another way
With the hook in my cheek

Let me explain
The secrets through the eyes of you
We shouldn’t sink
Coz you're wasted
And I'm alone
Our pain
Is my hate
Frozen and lost inside yourself
Shamed
And I don’t know where to find you
….when to find you….

By Me
05/22/01
When we looked,
Together,
We found something special
A glittering stone,
Though not valuable,
It meant something to us.

...Then only to me…

Now it means something to you
And you can’t understand why I gave it back.

But while you were so sure it would always be there,
I had put it back.
Deep between those rocks
And I can’t see it anymore.
To me now,
Other stones are glittering

And when you look at it,
Held tightly in your hand,
You see how I cared for it,
Tears dried on it,
But now your tears repaint it
Carved on by your hand
And as you throw it back,
You realize that it’s gone forever.

liver stones
06/05/01
The dying thoughts of another day
The dying minds from another way
It’s all too much for me to bear
Like I have the invite but don’t know where
Life’s lost the precious flame
Left me morbid, feeling lame
Gone from the inside and breaking out
Bring back the fireworks and take the doubt
Or take my life and let me go
There’s no more happiness for me to know
Even a smile’s a vicious lie
I can’t get up, I just can’t try
I’ve reached the bottom cant see the top
I can't keep wishing for this to stop
My one last act before I die
Is to try and mean it when I say goodbye

evil endings
06/01/01

A novel kind of life
A movie star existence
It’s never the same
How ironic that
We conceive our perfect lives
Alone at a desk
Alone in a movie house
Alone in a book.
A Fairy tale horror
Lies and a little girl crying
Coz she will never find her prince
And I only just realized that.

Going thru a bewitched state
Blind folded and backwards
Stumbling and turning to what’s nearest
Religion, chemicals
It’s better than reality
Or what we believe reality to be.
Always searching for something we can’t see
Or even imagine

We’re brainwashed
And brain clogged with romance fiction
I want something more
Something different
Blown away routine
But secure in craziness

Or emotionless and left alone
With no Disney endings
No tissue moments
And camera perfect, make up perfect moonlit love scene.

Friendly people get in my way of misery.
Everything is so false.
For once, couldn’t we be out of the blockbuster and the melodrama
And just understand something pure
And Spielberg free?

comforting slavery
Inside this flawed vessel we feed off
Using it
Transporting us
Keeping us physically alive
Pure souls
Perfect souls
Minds free of clutter
Only precise, correct thoughts
But we overstay our welcome
Our hosts become our lofts
We become lazy
Give up the fight to escape
Become accustomed
And decorate our little apartments
With jewelry and colours to please us
And to please the hosts
Soon the host becomes the parasite
Sucking and feeding off our strength
Our will
Challenging
Fighting
When we have won the battle
For this bag of blood and impurities
They deceive sneeringly and collapse
Dragging us with them
And we become them
Mortal and imperfect

creation unheard of
Who is my creator?
Why does she continue
To add more clay
To brush over the blemishes with paint
And ruin what was beautiful to begin with?
Why does she weep over her creation?
Why is she so scared about the critics?
I sit on my easel
And wait for her each day
I know exactly what she will do
She will gasp and feel so repulsed
As she slaps on more paint
Looking away,
While trying to be someone else

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