Friday, January 27, 2012

Every Time I turn Around Part1

English: Pumpkin carving - photo taken in dark...
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Every time I turn around
I see a demon standing there
Hiding in the darkness
It wants inside my head
Once it's inside of me
I'm no longer in control
All that ugly blackness
Is now a part of me
Every time I see a virgin
Older than a tween
I just want to rip their head off
Revel in their pain
Something about that innonce
My soul really craves
All that childish purity
Makes me lose my mind
Take them home tie them up
Slowly cut away
Take my time and make it last
The pleasure is so fine
See if I can get at their life
Bring it inside of me
Try and get at all their youth
Because it's what I need
Since there is a lot of mess
And I get off on it
It's better if I toss my clothes
Do it in the nude
Sometimes I get so excited
That I just explode
It's much better than anything
That I've ever had
At the end of a busy day
When I take a bath
The water turns the colour red
I'm soaking in their blood
Feels like they're a part of me
I'll be staying young
It's worth the risk of getting caught
The feelings are so good
The torture is so satisfying
I never want to stop
To see them there so terrified
My feelings turn to love
Now they're a part of my life
And they help me live forever
Emotions get the best of me
I cry when they're gone
Every time I turn around
I see a demon standing there
Once I'm in the darkness
It's a different kind of joy
It's even better than Christmas time
Cause every day is just like Halloween


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Thursday, January 26, 2012

Y

English: Graveyard near Robins
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Write about butterflies
Robins
Daffodils
Don't be crude
Negative
Obscene
Be discreet
Nice
Pleasant
Fit in
Go with the flow
Be ordinary
Normal
Common
Well
Fuck you
I want to be rude
Nasty
Unsettling
Upsetting
My aim is not to please
Appease
Succeed
I want to shock
Make you scream
Puke
Cry
Bleed
Piss you off
Bring out the contempt
Fear
Hate
I want you to shudder
Shake
Be nervous
Edgy
Paranoid
Scared
I want to fuck your head
Show you madness
Insanity
Rage
Fear
Lonliness
A lost soul
These are things I know
Things I see
Everyday
I can't run
Hide
Escape
Avoid
I wake up with it
Sleep
Eat
Drink
Dream
Live
I show you glimpses
Pieces
Scenes
If I'm lucky
You'll laugh
Think I'm kidding
Making it up
Pretending
Creating
If I'm not
You'll believe
Think I'm sick
Depraved
Perverted
Evil
Either way
Doubt is there
Picking
Nagging
Eroding
Your feelings
Your thoughts
And you should smile
Then run
Like
Hell
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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Artistic Denial

The young woman walks into the studio and sits down
I've decided I want to be a poet
The old man looks at her
My advice to you is
Don't
She looks taken aback
Why wouldn't I want to write poetry
It's the elite form of art
Painting with words
Breaking the rules
Being totally free
Pure expression
The old man shakes his head
Forget poetry
Learn how to write a song instead
Her eyes flash
I'm not writing any fucking songs
I don't want to be no fucking Bob Dillon
The old man grins
What's wrong with him
He's almost a poet
In fact
A lot of people think he is
She lets out a long sigh
A lot of people are fucking morons
Poetry stands on it's own without music
Almost doesn't make you a poet
It makes you a songwriter
The old man shakes his head
There is life in songwriting
Nothing in poetry
It's dead
This pisses her off
Fuck you old man
You just paint
What the hell do you know about poetry
And what the fuck do you care
The old man looks even older
It's art
I care about all forms of art
He lays down his brush
Smears some red paint across his brow
Poetry is the art of pain
The art of death
There is no fame
Glory
Money
Or any other reward
Just anger
Bitterness
Depression
Frustration
And any other miserable emotion you can come up with
If you want to be a poet
Kill yourself now
Get it over with
Save yourself a lot of grief
She smiles at him
I'll be a happy person when i'm a poet
I'll be the best fucking poet you've ever seen
I'm willing to sacrifice
Pay the price
I'll even sell my ass on the street
If that's what it takes
Don't worry about me old man
I can handle it
The world hasn't met me yet
The old man shrugs
If you're a poet
It never will
At least not until you're dead
And only then if you're lucky
The woman with no name flashes a wicked grin
If I was lucky
I wouldn't be a poet