razor rockets scratch my walls

lets take the baby out on the street and buy him a cradle rock
lets go yesterday
tomorrows busy
honey sky and melting lines
i said okay babyyyyy?
alirrrite she replied
and the stars dissapeared
and blackness came over me
yellow lines and glowing flies
danced into the nite
bouncing
screaming
floating between a state of thought
quenching for a life that i stole without a gunshot

demons green blue and black
they overhead i saw a distant way of thought
that could not be found
than i dropped off a cloud and fell down
sailed my way below in spirals like an escalator going down for miles
fuzz and noise beyond my recollection
and then the end came
white powder rose
and stopped.


acid pigs fly over you

teenage angst full of grace
re-arrange me.
spin. desire.
fill my eyes and light my fire
drown my soul and let me go
shake that sound, flow beyond.

la la la la la la
the wheel of fire spins, and turned and turned and burned
acid pigs fly over you
over me
over us
pigs on acid.

untitled dream #69

bottle in my hand
drinking out my soul
sinking through the rain like a man in trouble
dying of harmony...
dying of elegance...
dying of a life that cannot stand my presence

as i awoke i was falling out the window through room cloud 9
to a distant landing strip below the ground
in an empty hallway full of mirrored streets
to a dusty storm that spins beneath my feet

shaking through the walls that came from me inside
while i was flying they shot me down alive.....
my wings were shattered but left un-broken....
cos it was a dangerours time to be a free bird in the sky.....

astronaut's live in trees (currently unfinished)

the space monkey in my forest
is swinging on my veins
speeding through the swamp lands speaking in a strange way
while in a haze of morning glory
through the sun his eyes have burned
like a meteor shower hitting earth with a thousand turns.

there heaps good. can i post sumthing by say conor oberst and just pass it off as my own?

who is that?

post whatever you want man.

Conor Oberst is a fucking genius.

so is roger waters.

wow they're really awesome ! hmm i cant find an appropriate smiley
it should b a mix of these:

roger waters is nuts in the live in pompeii video/DVD

just thought I'd mention that.

like in Careful With That Axe Eugene and A Saucerful of Secrets

I cant watch it at night....creepy

he is mad in pompeii! you see the bit when he's recording On The Run... you see his bisceps .. holy fuck he was a beast back then!

true story... you know how he's holding a ciggy in his hand while fuckin around with the machine for On The Run... at first for like 6 months i thought the machine had smoke coming out the top from a little smoke pipe cos it was such an ancient machine an dit needed to release smoke to make the sounds, until my friends laughed their asses off when i told them that, they said he has a ciggy in his hand.

theyre really good! and seb wtf? i dont understand your sig

Im waiting for this to pass
So i'll just sit back and watch
Watch everything change, While I stay the same
I want something more
But i dont know what of...more of anything

Now let these sad songs play
Play over and over, because they wont go away
This loop of sorrow and self pitty is leaving me with a bitter taste
I want something more...more of anything

We are going too fast
I am falling behind again
This endless cycle leaves me all alone
Im moving too slow
I want something more...more of anything

Its only miles to the end
and i dont want to go without living again
But i cant go back
I want to go back, and do things right
Maybe this time i'll get it right

"Silencer"

Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
as I don't do too much smiling these days.

She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had," she says,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?

Come kiss my face goodbye,
that space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I'm faint and fading fast, I see a darkness
And I shall be released.
I'll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan.

My Lord, how long to sing this song?
And my Lord, how muchmore of this pretending to be strong?
When she stands before your throne
Dressed in beauty not her own
All soft and small, you'll hear her call
"you brought me here, now take me home."


"Bullet to Binary"

Let us die, let us die
Dying we reply
"don't talkto us about suffering,
look in our eyes".
Let us be, let us be-
Our closeness is such that
wherever she rests her head
in the softness underneath,
she'll feel me - and you will feel me.

Je leverai les yeux à toi
J'ai change cent foi le nom
Je leverai les yeux à toi
je n'ai pas le désespoir

When you laugh you'll feel my breath there
filling up your lungs. And when you cry,
those aren't your tears but I'm there
falling down your cheek.
adn when you say you love him, taste me
I'm like poison on your tongue-
But when you're tired, if you're quiet,
you'll hear me singing you to sleep.

"We Know Who Our Enemies Are"

My eyelids are heavy, and the night's wearing on
Your story's familiar, and your innocence is gone
We'd burn like the morning then break like your heart
Fall in love without warning just to fall back apart
All fevered and blistered, with nothing at stake
I feel the warmth of her whisper, and the cold of my mistakes
Her soul in the balance, my heart in her hands
I made her a widow, she made me a man.





All this stuff is from a band called mewithoutYou

i just re-read that and it sounds way better the 2nd time! how can you do that theyre excellent! do oyu do that sorta stuff professionally?

i thought pompeii was a volcano that got buried in lava.

hahahahaha!

oh god....thats great

I guess we all have those moments...that sadly last for 6 months

umm, well I got bored today...

gereldine augustine

Do you want me?
Cause I'm so new.
It doesn't matter, I don't hear them hiss.
"You're more than anything I could ever feel"

"Do you love me?"
Cause I want to
...Know if this kiss
What you want isn't real

Do you even see me?
"Everything you do
Puts me in such bliss
You're only a false ideal.

funny thing is that this is all derived from 3 love notes.

* * * *

i remember the night
we escaped everyone else
for each other
and we ran through the rain

i remember
you said you wanted me
and you loved the way
my hair looked in the rain

i remember when we kissed
there wasn’t a sound to hear
but our lips touching
and the rain

i’ve always wanted to do that-
make out in the rain
and i’m happy i shared it with you

i’m happy i escaped
my warm house
to run through the cold water with you

i’m happy i got soaked
even though we desperately
played hopscotch from tree to tree

i’m happy my jeans
were glued to my legs
and i’m glad my hair
messied itself plastering to my face

and i’m glad you said
how you remember how
good my hair looked
in the rain

I like to piss under the manifested rash.
His rash is my gold.
His gold is my piss.
We all like to be pretty.
Pretty-little seconds eating at my smile.
We're so pretty!

i agree!

live at pompeii was great. i watched it over and over and over again when i borowed it from the guitarist mike.

im getting the earlier albums now. they are nice. i have PATGOD and SFOS

ive been told to rush meddle.

Umma Gumma is a great album for the freakouts. you know the points where there is nothing else to do but scream at the top of your lungs. well the live umma gumma. the studio is for reflection and conquering.

roger rocks my socks.

syd does too.

The Girl Who Survived Cyanide

I was born into this world with an eager soul
an open heart and a curious mind.

From the moment you first laid eyes on me
you knew that I was filled with a love and understanding that you had grown to despise.
Unforunately, I was not of your kind.

Driven by your own self-inflicted misery
you were determined to quiet the curiosity and lust for life that thrived inside of me.

You tried to destroy the compassion, acceptance, and unconditional love
that might allow me to grow up and live the life that you never knew.

For my every effort you showered me with criticism and intolerance that
flowed from your envious soul and infected your condemned mind.

You nurtured me with calculated blows to my self-esteem
and a steady diet of conditional love tinged blue with cyanide.

One day I discovered the courage I needed to be me and I broke free.
Free to fight the demons that enticed me, taunted me and begged me
to let the blue pour from my veins.

Now every day I am learning how to move beyond the mistrust and disgust
that smiled down upon me for so many years from your contorted face.

My soul is now hesitant, my heart is covered in scars, and my mind is nearly broken
but I am driven by a determination and a thirst for life that will allow me to succeed.

Something not of this world has chosen to bless me with a second chance at life.
It has given me the strength to discover the girl who was shackled deep inside of me.

Now as the blueness flows from me and coagulates into these words
and the tears of realization fall from my eyes,
I know that I will never be like you.

I am the only one of us who will ever truly be free.

The sound is getting louder
the trees will take it in
my eyes are bleeding orange
and I just want to itch
The music slowly fading
as the daisies cut my skin
close your eyes
so you won't see
Breathing is a sin

.........this poem sucks...............

coke
coke is yummy
it tickles my tongue and nose
coke is sweet
it gives me a rush
coke

::bows::

I'm such a fucking great poet

i wrote a poem in my school diary. I was very bored so i wrote down everything that came into my head at the time

I like school
Becasue i rule
My school.
And I am cool
My mumma says Im
Cool.
So i like school.
School sux actually.
Mr Kearny has a bald patch
I can see it
Haha.
Hes not cool.
Cuz i said.
My poem is becasue
It rhymes.
My poem sux.
My letterbox is
Maroon.

my hymen hurts
its ripped to pieces
ouch

free form

how can your hymen hurt? Im sorry but i thought it was like just skin stuf... i dont really pay attention in Life Skills or Biology

its an expression it means im a slut. lol

ooh yeah. i see now.

The Very Last
by: Barking Mad

theres no chance

were gone too fast

and please don't

we never last

our time has passed

don't give a glance

love comes so fast

and please don't

say your last

this moment is unsurpassed

so just fade with eyes

of premature demise

and wait with me

with faith and misery



oh don't advance

we're gone too fast

and please don't

show contrast

this could be the last

so just fade with eyes

of premature demise

and wait with me

with faith and misery




It's song lyrics i came up with. Im sorry for lack of Grammar and capitalization but I'm no writer. I came only describe images in my head.

heres a poemish song(its a poem, thats going to some day be a song) I wrote, I really think its one of my best-
Theres this painting,
Ive been drawing,
Im blind,
So its so damn hard to see,
It started as a toddlers coloring book,
But youll see the picture just jumps out and comes to if,
The paints all blended,
Autumn colors,
They reminded me of a cold fall day,
Then look at it a little closer,
Its the one I wish to forget,
But the music is to loud,
it wont let my brain rest,
Its your piano,
Its so out of tune,
But you practice it all night,
Next morning you call and ask how I slept,
I tell you quite all right,
Because your mutilated lullaby,
Its such a true masterpiece,
Note a note in tune,
Except for in my mind,
Keys all out of place,
But with out I cant sleep at night,
It makes me think Im not ready,
Really ready to say goodbye,
But its the drug of lust thats keeping us here,
Youre the dealer,
And Im scared because its payment time,
But still you play your lullaby,
And suddenly everyone is alright

I have an Ode to Mario that I'm workin' on.....

I'd share it, but it still needs work.

*Untitled 1*
i sense somthing here isnt right
and a feeling runs thru me then pulls my lungs tight
as i grab for air
my eyes slightly see red
i feel like im dying or already dead
my sight gives out completly
while it slowly becomes night
for the rest of body and the rest of my life
yet before its all over
i hear the sound of my pulse
it rises and falls like nothing else
needles rush up my body
as the music fades
i try to wake up from the dream ive made
yet nothing could cure
ur crimes filled so pure
so i wait for sweat to stop pouring
hoping for the climax of the attack
and i wait for it to end
til the last tear of fear slips through my back

you can tell when i was writing this one i was pretty upset

i dont wanna talk right now
so leave me alone
where i can hear myself think
where i can be unknown
in a closed mind
with locked away doors
no one will come inside
while im ignored

A little menstruation
A little cabernet
Now you'll be wrong
No matter what you say

Of my own write -

I like porn
I like porn
It makes me thankful that I'm born
Whether I'm happy or whether I'm sad
I feel good about being bad

What's the point of a date
When you can simply masturbate
From the night until the morn
I look at po-orn

I think that one is my favorite so far

sex can wait
masturbate

that was great ...

Fast motion
time passing
world
stop
now
was too fast?
read again

Snore
Whore
Pete
Meat
Head
Bad
Mad
Sad
Night
Fight
Alright

sex is great on a date
sex is fun in the bumb
sex is scary when your hairy
sex is awesome with a possom
sex is silly with a willy
sex is hot when your not
sex is fast in a cast

in the car or on a beach
i want you to lick my peach
wether your hot or not
fat or small...after we have sex
you better fucking call...

..oh ya on the spot..

(these poems do not reflect my won life..lol)

maybe if i could effing spell!!!! (my OWN life) man...lol
somtimes i scare myself...ahhhhh...what if i cant spell?
...oh man i had some serious good starbucks today
chai latte super yummy for my tummy

Poetry, poetry,
you can ask Pete Doherty.

hin und wieder stell` ich fest,
dass ich nicht mehr lachen kann
ueber sachen, die ich frueher luestig fand
hin und wieder merk` ich auch,
dass ich keinen menschen brauch
und liber ganz alleine bin!!

um, could you translate that into english?

that's a melon-scratcher

It made you scratch your melons? I didn't know you had some of each, Mo.

I must say, this really moved me.




As far away from the computer screen as I could get.

Hahahaha.

i thought it was really good.

Really?

hahahaha
that made me spit out my tea

*licks finger, places on butt, makes sizzle sound*

I walked right into that one, eh?