He's so much trouble
Those rigid sorts
He'll kill you with
His pious thoughts
His crisp shirts
And his studious demeanour
You hate everything about
His spotless exterior
You want to destroy
His illustrious path
You want to laugh at him
And incur his wrath
But you don't know
What he does at night
Alone with his needles,
His knives and his plight
You don't know what the sleeves hide
You don't know what the poker face hides
You don't know what the textbook hides
You don't know what he openly hides
Monday, September 19, 2011
Whatever Works
She was friendly
He skulked in a day
She was a bitch
He stayed for a bit
And then walked away
She was earnest
He never noticed
She was a flake
He liked the games
And later, they were dissed.
She was attached
He said 'never'
She was detached
He came back
And was hooked forever.
He skulked in a day
She was a bitch
He stayed for a bit
And then walked away
She was earnest
He never noticed
She was a flake
He liked the games
And later, they were dissed.
She was attached
He said 'never'
She was detached
He came back
And was hooked forever.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Daisy's Dad
Let her go, she's just a child.
What did she do to deserve your bile?
Stop hitting her, you horrible man.
You're her guardian, not the bogeyman.
Let her go, she's one of our babies.
Her head is still filled with a million maybes.
Stop yelling at her, stop going crazy.
You're supposed to watch over our little Daisy.
Let her go, she's just turned five.
She's the only reason that I'm still alive.
Stop making her cry, stop eating her soul.
You make me ache with fear, I'll never be whole.
Let her go, or I'll kill you.
I'll take this knife and drive it through.
You're the worst thing that ever happened to me.
You're dead inside, you Devil's employee.
What did she do to deserve your bile?
Stop hitting her, you horrible man.
You're her guardian, not the bogeyman.
Let her go, she's one of our babies.
Her head is still filled with a million maybes.
Stop yelling at her, stop going crazy.
You're supposed to watch over our little Daisy.
Let her go, she's just turned five.
She's the only reason that I'm still alive.
Stop making her cry, stop eating her soul.
You make me ache with fear, I'll never be whole.
Let her go, or I'll kill you.
I'll take this knife and drive it through.
You're the worst thing that ever happened to me.
You're dead inside, you Devil's employee.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Formulae
A little bit of caffeine.
A lot more alcohol.
A tad bit of nicotine.
A lot of geraniol.
Now that's sex in a test-tube.
A lot more alcohol.
A tad bit of nicotine.
A lot of geraniol.
Now that's sex in a test-tube.
Our Plastic Romance
Cold winds.
Clammy hands.
Dark room.
Cheesy bands.
A new face.
A yummy entity.
Cuddles and fireplaces.
Non-sanctity.
Hard bound.
Let's dance.
Time to celebrate,
Our Plastic Romance.
Clammy hands.
Dark room.
Cheesy bands.
A new face.
A yummy entity.
Cuddles and fireplaces.
Non-sanctity.
Hard bound.
Let's dance.
Time to celebrate,
Our Plastic Romance.
Tissue Paper
You wiped your tears on her patient shirt
You drew strength from her gentle smile
And when you got what you came for
You ran so fast, five seconds a mile
She heard you rave and rant for hours
Spew bile and let all anger spill forth
She tried her best to help you let go
She made her heart and soul, your hearth
But when she needed you so near
So that she could stand strong again
You ate your sandwich and drank your beer
And said, 'Come on, you're faking that pain'.
And so she was alone in her misery
When all she needed from you was
Your patient shirt and your gentle smile
Your hand to hold, and not hers to pass.
You drew strength from her gentle smile
And when you got what you came for
You ran so fast, five seconds a mile
She heard you rave and rant for hours
Spew bile and let all anger spill forth
She tried her best to help you let go
She made her heart and soul, your hearth
But when she needed you so near
So that she could stand strong again
You ate your sandwich and drank your beer
And said, 'Come on, you're faking that pain'.
And so she was alone in her misery
When all she needed from you was
Your patient shirt and your gentle smile
Your hand to hold, and not hers to pass.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Fade
It's a funny thing
This self esteem
It's easy to hurt
It's awesome to redeem
Your mediocre words
Don't matter anymore
Your daddy's money
Makes you a bore
I can't believe
I made you matter
More than others
When you're nothing but chatter
But it's going to change
Starting from now
You're demoted to nothingness
From up above
Have your weed
Kill your time
No productivity
Not worth a dime
Drown in your fears
While you hide your face
You're empty and dead
You're my best disgrace
I'll learn from your loss
I'll laugh at your pain
I'll feed on your mistakes
I'll make myself sane
You don't mean anything
You'll come as you go
Without a bang
And no one will know
This self esteem
It's easy to hurt
It's awesome to redeem
Your mediocre words
Don't matter anymore
Your daddy's money
Makes you a bore
I can't believe
I made you matter
More than others
When you're nothing but chatter
But it's going to change
Starting from now
You're demoted to nothingness
From up above
Have your weed
Kill your time
No productivity
Not worth a dime
Drown in your fears
While you hide your face
You're empty and dead
You're my best disgrace
I'll learn from your loss
I'll laugh at your pain
I'll feed on your mistakes
I'll make myself sane
You don't mean anything
You'll come as you go
Without a bang
And no one will know
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