poetry in motion

Jul 04, 2004 10:21

okay guess none of this is by me but it's good all the same:

Sitting here waiting, completely in vain.
What will be said is "come back again".
But I know full well tomorrow's too late,
For I cannot be there by a quarter past eight.
And so I sit here with nothing to do
But untie my laces and retie my shoe.
Waiting is one thing I just cannot bear.
After twentyeight minutes I find I despair.
Seeking for guidance I know I won't find.
But I need it.
You can give it.
©Ian

This morning came and went, I hear.
I don't know - I wasn't there.
I remember nothing then, I fear.
Fast asleep, I didn't care.
I sat the journey there and back
And could not stay awake.
Began to show, those hours I lack.
Not even woken with a shake.
But now we have completely changed
Our own relative situations.
I'm wide awake while you're deranged
Conducting no conversations.
What happened today I cannot recall.
With luck, maybe nothing really at all.
©Ian

A blob of deep red seeping from my arm.
So pretty.
Don’t worry, I won’t do any lasting harm.
I’m sensible.
The cuts get deeper as the days go by.
It doesn’t hurt.
The more blood lost, the less tears cried.
I never cry now.
People are saying I’m going mad.
I’m not.
Maybe I am, is it normal to feel this bad?
Of course.
This time is really confusing me.
Don’t panic.
You can’t escape from it; there’s nowhere to flee.
So fight it.
Scars spread ever closer to my wrist.
What’s happening?
I know what to do, I can’t miss.
No, don’t.
Searing pain shooting up my spine.
Make it stop.
A dizzy head - but I’m feeling fine.
Don’t fall.
There’s a lot of red on the floor.
Like a carpet.
I don’t think I can stand up anymore.
Then sit.
Head spinning crazily, I can hear bells.
Getting quiet now.
Is this it? Am I freed from my living hell?
. . .
©wilting rose

She looks down as she enters
She doesn't want to have to explain
She'll keep it locked inside
All of the confusion and the pain
Her self-destruction shall remain

And behind the wall she's built
She's withering away inside
She's bruised and she's battered
From all the cheating and the lies
She lives this thin disguise

She's lost behind that smile
And she shies from every touch
She could never let them in
Because she always cares too much
But she can never get enough

She hates to think of what will be
And what lies behind every door
She left everything she loved behind
Because she wanted so much more
She'll be searching forevermore
©wilting rose

Hey there killer, where you goin'?
I see you got a gun and your anger is showing
What you about to do? Gonna kill her man?
I know that you are, but you don't really understand
You wanna be scary, wanna freak her out
Knock on her door, and put the gun in your own mouth
Let her try to stop you, it doesn't work
Turn so she can see you, and make the back of your head squirt!

Before you go and commit, a homicide!
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide!
If your gonna commit, a homicide
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide!

Hey there killer, where you been?
Plotting out the murder on the perfect ten
Wanna make scary on her, I assume
Break in her house and hang yourself in her bedroom
Hey there killer, your unstoppable
Out of control and yo, she's irresistible
Go to her job and drink some gasoline
Swallow a match, and show her just what she means to ya!

Before you go and commit, a homicide!
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide!
If your gonna commit, a homicide
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide!

Suicide

Before you go and commit, a homicide! (killer)
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide! (come on and try it)
If your gonna commit, a homicide (try it)
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide! (suicide)

Before you go and commit, a homicide! (killer)
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide! (come on and try it)
If your gonna commit, a homicide (try it)
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide! (suicide)

Please don't commit, a homicide! (killer)
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide! (come on and try it)
If your gonna commit, a homicide (try it)
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide!!!
©Zug Izland
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