Daily Poem
I'm going to try something new, mostly so my journal serves some purpose other than a reference to who I am when applying for various roleplays. We'll see how long I can keep it up.
Hippie chicks with bouncing tits and mediocre dope
emo boys with lacerations, hanging from a rope
Pretty girls on hardwood floors took just a little toke
Nothing nest, the gloomy girls whose eyes bleed when they smoke
and the line I had for breakfast is congealing in my veins
and when I sneeze from pollen, flowers splatter with my brains
but the same fucked up translations of my patterns all remain
In a furry hat, I shoot my eye and blink at how it's strange
that a box of scented kleenex is what sends my pain away
seven minutes, it's the third time that I've woken up today
and the sand I had for breakfast's how I'll get to be okay
from the hourglass of God, it paints by numbers of my days
a painting of my soul is like Da Vinci's first T-rex,
the Mona Lisa's retinas have socket-sucking sex
with sun, keep up that cutting and you know you'll never rest
have to leave the locker room to try to get undressed
and the knives I had for breakfast are the gills upon my arms
and the scars I built my house of are a part of quirky charm
to chase away the boogieman and keep me far from harm
till I go looking for a lover at the local prison farm
I keep my favorite memories in plastic ziploc bags
Good Time! my home phone number's every local gangster's tag
what's been pickled in my pussy could make Prozac Polly sad
cut my tits off, learn to spit and all I need is a do-rag
and the AIDS I had for dinner's chicken soup for someone's soul
and the news I had for teatime's just a kind of mind control
and the toilet bowl's new contents are sex drugs and rock and roll
so I puked up thorns in Eden, violating my parole
I was reading the james bible, and it vibed like an emcee
I was throbbing like a gangster spitting lines on MTV
If you take me back, I fucking swear I'll never disagree
I'd rather make mistakes like you than make mistakes like me
~Unknown
Hippie chicks with bouncing tits and mediocre dope
emo boys with lacerations, hanging from a rope
Pretty girls on hardwood floors took just a little toke
Nothing nest, the gloomy girls whose eyes bleed when they smoke
and the line I had for breakfast is congealing in my veins
and when I sneeze from pollen, flowers splatter with my brains
but the same fucked up translations of my patterns all remain
In a furry hat, I shoot my eye and blink at how it's strange
that a box of scented kleenex is what sends my pain away
seven minutes, it's the third time that I've woken up today
and the sand I had for breakfast's how I'll get to be okay
from the hourglass of God, it paints by numbers of my days
a painting of my soul is like Da Vinci's first T-rex,
the Mona Lisa's retinas have socket-sucking sex
with sun, keep up that cutting and you know you'll never rest
have to leave the locker room to try to get undressed
and the knives I had for breakfast are the gills upon my arms
and the scars I built my house of are a part of quirky charm
to chase away the boogieman and keep me far from harm
till I go looking for a lover at the local prison farm
I keep my favorite memories in plastic ziploc bags
Good Time! my home phone number's every local gangster's tag
what's been pickled in my pussy could make Prozac Polly sad
cut my tits off, learn to spit and all I need is a do-rag
and the AIDS I had for dinner's chicken soup for someone's soul
and the news I had for teatime's just a kind of mind control
and the toilet bowl's new contents are sex drugs and rock and roll
so I puked up thorns in Eden, violating my parole
I was reading the james bible, and it vibed like an emcee
I was throbbing like a gangster spitting lines on MTV
If you take me back, I fucking swear I'll never disagree
I'd rather make mistakes like you than make mistakes like me
~Unknown