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September 1, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
Amazing, the situations we get ourselves in never once realizing how stupid we are Amazing the things that we wish we could have done but didn't do because of the fear Amazing the things that we did and regret because of insecure tendencies and painful memories Amazing. Amazing that we still live on. Amazing that we love life.
August 30, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
Make your words a matter of introspection I don't need to know a name. Names are placeholders for ideals loves hates feelings emotions tempers hearts a lifetime bookmark on a beautiful face a sneer and the bird Make your words a matter of introspection and tell me who you are A name is not enough.
August 29, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
If you compare yourself to a high and powerful hawk bold and fearless strong and mighty Remember this - I can be a lowly dove and beat my little wings and still fly higher than you could ever. Wings just push the air. It's the heart that makes you fly.
August 28, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
Waist down, waste away caught in torrents eddies in the flow pulling hope life love happiness pain fear fear Like a whirlpool, catching the unaware in drowning power chaotic, destructive that is the power of the hate you hold.
August 27, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
Follow the pipeline up up up up up must touch the clouds jet of flame why can't I see it? And go finally down down down down Quickly louder, louder as the drill pounds why can't I feel it? Earth Giving up civilization's life blood Happiness to buy and sell at 2.67 a gallon what a bitch, 2.67 Not remembering that unless you feel like walking feet pounding pavement unless you move yourself And, As long as the rocks are squeezed dry As long as the dead give lif...
August 26, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
When they raise the flag and the music plays amazing glow of sideline lights The singers grumble non-commital sounds disappointed, almost wanting to keep out of reach It's dissapointing reafirming my faith in the mundane crowds faith that they will never take that stand. A great nation does not need the salute of a grumbled anthem. All it needs is one voice to sing.
August 25, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
It sounds like the white noise has finally stopped replaced by lucid tones dripping sentaments for another 40 minutes until commercial buy a house cars are cheap Surely it's a change change from the mundane to the mundane I'm not sure I like it better. the music keeps me awake at night thinking, just thinking I find myself listening for that final dulcet tone the one that will make the music Perfect Static is a friend till then.
August 24, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
It's that fake lisp her want to be a "medical major" knowing Duke's ball coach's brother doesn't hold much clout. Holding to petty conveniences and an expensive calculator fake fingernails fumble pencils It's enough to make me vomit. Brags too much talks too much asks too many stupid questions takes up too much space breathes too much air Enough make-up to make four starving third-world families pretty her need to "make the equations colorful and special" She ...
August 23, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
Every morning, 7:15 I trundle to room 14 knock knock knock I meet them head to breakfast smells of love and old sneakers eggs and donuts It's like they shake happiness from every tree they pass like leaves falling collected, saved no matter what color red blue green It's obvious he would give up his eyes, his heart for her, and it's obvious she has a Russ shaped hole in her heart that only he can fill.
August 22, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
I see them playing outside my window mammoth creatures designed self-created to destroy plastered between gridlines lost in the monotony of cheeseburgers. Let them scream their "hoohah"s Fueled by meat and testosterone I will enjoy myself by this quiet tree and listen to the noise of nature overcoming the screams and laughter of its greatest threat.
August 20, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
goodbye seems so simple like a one line sentance when what I feel is volumes on volumes of pages and books. if only, if only I could express the way I feel instead of giving you a library to sift through so, here goes nothing: so long take care I love you so much it's been real, it's been fun and quality with a capital QUAL. May your hopes have wings, and your dreams come true, may your days be full of life and love. That is what I wish for you.
August 19, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
When I think about anything or rather, when I think of everything I think first of my friends, my family the people who have helped me get this far. I think about love and joy how quickly they come and how fleetingly they stay but how much they are worth and how they come when needed most How the heart is ultimately in charge and how the brain tries to wrest control away from it it can never really succeed. I write poetry enough about hard times and germane pictures eno...
August 18, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
I've said my goodbyes, I hope that you understand moving to tomorrow I’ll surely need a hand to push me out the window, out the nest It's painful, painful dialogue and I hope you feel the same when I tell you that I love you, that I'll miss you. These times have been painful, and screwing up was my forte for a little piece of time, hurt so many people necessary isn't always easy, or even necessary but I hope it makes me better (I'm not sure it will) and I try to press onwar...
August 15, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
Sometimes I realize that despite all the things that go on we move on, to a new day. It's not something we want to do, but we do it anyway because we can. We step out into a brand new kind of fire without any kind of regard for self and kind of like a raging storm we thrash our way across the stage. Each one of Us meddling in the tainted waters of time, hoping the pebble we throw will change the river's course. Do we have that sort of elemental power to change our des...
August 4, 2005 by Death_By_Beebles
I know you think you're right in all this, but look at the facts for a minute. You tell me how my poems lack emotions, yet you aren't even a poet. Oh, you pretend to be one, you slop your words down on paper, pronounce it amazing the dribble that it is And tell me that I couldn't write to save my soul. I wish you'd shut up for a moment and just reread the sentence, where your whorish ambitions are stowed, I know the truth here, It's plain to see You're looking for somethin...