To You
The cowardly lion, the weaver of lies.
You con artist! You scam!
Every word you speak is another promise you cannot keep,
And after you spread your serreptitious squalor
You hide behind your mask of deceit.
You are like heroin to her heart and soul,
You are like poison to her mind.
So addictive.
Everyday she dies to herself in order to give you a life you never earned,
And do not deserve.
Twisted.
Like the gnarled branches of an ensanguined tree her mind has become.
Spiritless, manipulated, brainwashed.
You watch with unmoved eyes as her individuality ebbs,
And she becomes your puppet.
I tried to save her.
I was his puppet once.
Inhale.
A year ago when I still lived at Camden, I would walk out to Lake George at night and sit on my neighbor's dock. Just me and my Marlboro Lights. How nice those sticks of self-destruction were on nights like those; the blue-grey smoke curling around my face and fading into sinuous clouds in the distance.
Exhale.
Was it really worth it? Why does everybody always say "it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all"? I think that's bullshit. Any human being that has loved another human being with intensity, passion and all of the care that their heart can muster knows that there is nothing worse than losing the one you love. Either through death, or simply that other person giving up on you all together. The pain of losing the one you love makes you wish you never had the pleasure of feeling the emotion of love.
Repeat.
I always tell myself that no matter what mistakes I make, I will always make the best of the consequences that follow, but you know what? Sometimes the consequences aren't worth it. Sometimes you can't make the best out of a certain situation and you have to settle for being fucked-up as a result.
Put that goddamned thing out!
But you move on, and bit by bit you begin the healing process.
NOTE: No, this entry wasn't brought on by anything except for a conversation I overheard in the library just now. One girl giving bad advice to another about "loving and losing". Don't tell the poor girl that! It did nothing but depress me when I was told the same thing. That was just my two cents on the matter.
That and it helped me flush out some of the negative juju that I was harboring.
Oh, and speaking of overhearing conversations, I'm about to tell the girl that is sitting across from me to get over herself and shut the hell up. Seriously, nobody cares about the hot guy that just friend requested you and left a comment on your page that said "tHanX 4 ChEcKiNg OuT MaH pAgE Sexxi!" (have you ever noticed that guys that leave comments like "thanks for the add" or "thanks for checking out my page" always write in that astronomically annoying half upper case, half lower case script? I guess if you're lame enough to leave someone a comment that thanks someone for looking at your profile [I mean, what are they going to do, add you and then NEVER go to your page?] then I guess you're lame enough to not know how to type properly too.).
Anywho, I'm going to go and sell my books back for a quarter of what I paid for them! Wheeeeeeee!!!!!!
>_
You con artist! You scam!
Every word you speak is another promise you cannot keep,
And after you spread your serreptitious squalor
You hide behind your mask of deceit.
You are like heroin to her heart and soul,
You are like poison to her mind.
So addictive.
Everyday she dies to herself in order to give you a life you never earned,
And do not deserve.
Twisted.
Like the gnarled branches of an ensanguined tree her mind has become.
Spiritless, manipulated, brainwashed.
You watch with unmoved eyes as her individuality ebbs,
And she becomes your puppet.
I tried to save her.
I was his puppet once.
Inhale.
A year ago when I still lived at Camden, I would walk out to Lake George at night and sit on my neighbor's dock. Just me and my Marlboro Lights. How nice those sticks of self-destruction were on nights like those; the blue-grey smoke curling around my face and fading into sinuous clouds in the distance.
Exhale.
Was it really worth it? Why does everybody always say "it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all"? I think that's bullshit. Any human being that has loved another human being with intensity, passion and all of the care that their heart can muster knows that there is nothing worse than losing the one you love. Either through death, or simply that other person giving up on you all together. The pain of losing the one you love makes you wish you never had the pleasure of feeling the emotion of love.
Repeat.
I always tell myself that no matter what mistakes I make, I will always make the best of the consequences that follow, but you know what? Sometimes the consequences aren't worth it. Sometimes you can't make the best out of a certain situation and you have to settle for being fucked-up as a result.
Put that goddamned thing out!
But you move on, and bit by bit you begin the healing process.
NOTE: No, this entry wasn't brought on by anything except for a conversation I overheard in the library just now. One girl giving bad advice to another about "loving and losing". Don't tell the poor girl that! It did nothing but depress me when I was told the same thing. That was just my two cents on the matter.
That and it helped me flush out some of the negative juju that I was harboring.
Oh, and speaking of overhearing conversations, I'm about to tell the girl that is sitting across from me to get over herself and shut the hell up. Seriously, nobody cares about the hot guy that just friend requested you and left a comment on your page that said "tHanX 4 ChEcKiNg OuT MaH pAgE Sexxi!" (have you ever noticed that guys that leave comments like "thanks for the add" or "thanks for checking out my page" always write in that astronomically annoying half upper case, half lower case script? I guess if you're lame enough to leave someone a comment that thanks someone for looking at your profile [I mean, what are they going to do, add you and then NEVER go to your page?] then I guess you're lame enough to not know how to type properly too.).
Anywho, I'm going to go and sell my books back for a quarter of what I paid for them! Wheeeeeeee!!!!!!
>_