AS IF VOUS AVEZ LU L'HISTOIRE

2007-11-25T18:09:00.000-08:00

deja dead.

until then, ill protest the idea of existance, again.

2007-11-18T01:33:00.000-08:00

erase all ive said.
erase all ive thought.
could it all just be put more simply
and more honestly, all of this turmoil
surrounds the simple fact, now what
could we do about?
nothing?
then lost shall i continue to be
waiting again.
i miss you, simply said
and if in the sky you'll find me
thats enough comfort to hold in this young lad.

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2007-11-18T01:27:00.001-08:00

6 mois, 12 mois, la vie est morte, L'absurde.

love is suicide.

2007-11-18T01:23:00.000-08:00

love is suicide.

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2007-11-18T01:10:00.000-08:00

I wanted to touch you
with something deep
I wanted to love you
with something real
-and
all I gave you
wasn't enough
-and all I have
isn't enough
to awake from this nightmare

I wanted to show you
all that there should of been
every opportunity we could of had

instead we end up dead
seperated and wasted
wondering how and why
you destroyed the future
or stole part of mine
for your own good

all i could give
is all i ever had
and i did,
never again
will you give me back
what of mine you have
what you owe to me
all i did
was tell you to hold on
while life
our life
you didn't give it a fair chance.

cher marcine

2007-11-18T00:54:00.000-08:00

cher marcine,

she writes to me in the night
in the midst of his arm touching his head
gently, and quietly
whispering these thoughts to me

she describes a crime so complex
a heart beating without rest
as if it was meant to be

his caress was once so sensitive
his heart was once to tenderly
placed between the arms of wisdom
crossing the bridge to safety

her words speak of satisfaction
as he lies to me
and lyes with another

whispering to me
rest you do not find on the sea
sleep, i will awake from you
alone and trembling.

his hopes lay underneath his love
now lost and emptied
forgotten and abandoned at sea

in the night she whispers to me
with a knife at my neck
I tell you boy, this is reality
a future?
unlikely.

she writes to me in the sky tonight
warning me of what i already know
of whom has replaced me
his breath is peaceful and steady

his energy drained
his heart taken
frequently by the fragile type

she whispers to me this night
warning of what he shall take from me
and replace with another
over and over
leaving behind the scars of his psychosis

leaving me
unhealed
untouchable
incapable
and
incomplete

she writes to me in the night
to inform me of this void
that from the heavens she sees
as he feeds on another
while i wait for the return
of what belongs to me.

je m'en fluo(tiste)

2007-11-16T17:00:00.000-08:00

CONTRE VOTRE FLUO.
Moi je fous de la resistance contre cette tendance trop fluo.
est-ce que vous allez ceceder?

2007-11-16T15:13:00.000-08:00

i am hungry but i will not cry
for i have faced the facts of starvation
and yet remained the same size.

i am hungry as i have vomitted all that was left inside
i am far past wasted, and far past sedated
or something along those lines.

for i am waiting to be given back what was mine
for i am waiting to be held drifting through the future i had in mind.

yes, yes i hear you in the sky
i am hungry but that which has been left to me
simply poisons me

that which i have been left to become
whilst, i demand him to leave me be
whilst, i've gone through every means
to fill in my empty stomach with safety

months pass wasted
months since revival
i am so very hungry
for those tender thoughts
they have escaped me

i will not cry.
even if i continue on, starving.
and i will not come, knocking.
i will wait for this nourishment to come to me.

i will not cry
even as my last dignities are stolen from me
for, i am starving.
my comfort stolen away from me.
fucked up, and fucked over.
now, my organs are failing
as i wait for that moment of peace

there is no greater hunger then that which consumes me
there is no greater loneliness, then in this state in which you taunt me.

will this which i have saught come to find me?
in anyway, in someway would it be ok?
to take me by the hand
shake me
feed me
for this time
may it be alright to not walk away
the nourishment i have needed
in someway, in anyway
no more hunger can i take
i will cry.
for it will end in tears
and if not soon
this hunger shall take my beating heart away.

deja morning, deja mort.

2007-11-16T15:09:00.001-08:00

i woke up dead one day, everything else stayed the same. i don't mean to be depressing, its all been broughten upon me, now and here. whatever,wherever. i woke up dead one day,everything else stayed the same. i closed my eyes and said, deja morning, deja mort, its going to be a beautiful day.some turn in circles, different faces, same circles, same mistakes, and leave us deja mort. moi? i stayed asleep today, awaiting for that day deja morning? deja mort.

AS IF.

2007-11-16T14:58:00.000-08:00

as if you had a chance
as if you could understand
as if you took the advice
left in your hands
AS IF VOUS AVEZ LU L'HISTOIRE
and could understand romance
as if you could hold a promise
may this be our last dance.
AS IF YOU HAD A CHANCE.