tuesday morning, 28/07/09
Optimismuni is over for the summer, have been festivalling and spending time with friends and generally doing very little, whilst supplementing the bank balance with betfair wins and other such frivolities.
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un.titled 20.7.09I could walk out into the cold night and find a bench to sit on; The wind would swirl and bite, entrench me Mentally, so pointless, breathing already sickness, Self contemptuous bile and write some pointless Lines, words upon a page or wish for your Possibility, turn back seconds, hours whatever, Learn before I self implode and finally see the Nothing, selfish being past ridiculous Expelling personal weaknesses on those who shine So bright, realise a mire of malaise Ushered in, send so often for, delusions of Control mash a turgid soul, so bleak The forecast could be diffun.titled 20.7.09
by ~foonr
electricim speeding down the north circular, anticlockwise. im listening to she's electric by oasis. theelectric
back speakers have a slightly sandy tone. im 9 years old. we're possibly going to safeway
creche. i'll play with the big baked beans, i'll try to beat sonic's highscore.
this is how i'll try to be. me, myself. rememberance. times of old. now is wrong, not too soon,
but yes, the present. in aspects, i don't want it. people have to grow up. it's a fact of life.
transition. transience, how fitting. a little past dated, i'm sure they'll agree. maybe there is a
point i dont want to relieve, to move on fr
by ~foonr
The better sondaughterNevertheless, the perpetual destination arrives Though the doors jam shut for me. We've known it was coming, but rails are The friends of fate: steaming, falling, Plunge me to the chasm below. And all this while a remedy is backlit and there. Darkness draped around the quiet side, Can only this pathway turn the silent tide?The better sondaughter
I am but one pair of shoulders Prematurely exposed to the shadows. Still other sinews continue, marching With tears confined to stories alone, mere entertainment, Endless, assumed. They don't face the riddles I choose to burn using myself
by ~foonr
Split PersonalityThe irony of it all, the infallible Truth; this won't last. The chemicals Subside to be replaced by fresh; I'm sure These desire corruption too. But The endless cycle spills on, ever tempting: The whirlpool you cannot help but enter.Split Personality
I'm not used to such recollection, you are fathomably different. Years in wilderness Breach the human barrier, gushing out. It - Us - it puzzles me to utter such words yet With multiple failures I lull into thought. Terrible, perfection-luring thought.
And yet this world I would populate with You alone. Together, quiet, sa
by ~foonr
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Neverending JihadIf at all there is fault, it surely will rest on us So perhaps this God has finally come to restore justice I can't stand these saints who don't realize we're the same Hundreds of years ago didn't we kill in the same God's name? The Middle East calls it Jihad, Europe called it the Crusades The postions and the players are the same as the scene fades And open act two with a replica of our current dilemna A new religion's emerged and killing with a new dogma "Kill the infidels in order to wash away iniquity!" "Kill the infidels and count them on your rosary!"Neverending Jihad
by ~chrisiscliche
Never Go Back AgainPeople: Here i am. I'm all alone. No friends, no family, no one to talk to, no one to watch over me. All these people surround me. They call me names. Not just any names but reallly nasty, mean names. I am crying now. I am lost. I have no one or place to return to. I am empty. I am wandering. Now i'm gone.Never Go Back Again
Creatures: Here i am, once again, surrounded by creatures. Ugly creatures. All these creatures call me crazy. This makes me cry. I am dying
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