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Sunday, September 11, 2005


Strange days have found us...Strange days have tracked us down...They're going to destroy...Our casual joys....
Hey guys what’s up nothing here is really great. I am getting a cold god why me???!!!! This blows. Uh. Anyways I think I will start putting my poetry up seeming as I have nothing else to do Hashanah. But it’s the weekend so I am happy. And I am going to go pick a couch to lounge on. Ohhhh yeah. that’s good. I had a nightmare last night…I cant remember what it was about all I know is I woke up breathing hard and I got out of bed fast pulled cloths on and just left. I had to get out and get some air….I was freaking out bad. I mean I saw my friend bite and he wow like calm down god what’s wrong??? I said bad dream and kept on walking. I went to the store and had a smoke and went over to this girls house and hung out with her. I taught her little brother a magic trick with a penny. Hahahahahhaha…. Anyways here’s some poems!

hope doesn't float, it sinks to the bottom of my heart

I hate this nothing to do but wait around for something that wont come. hope it doesn't float it sinks to the bottom of my heart. but still I wait for what I don't know. maybe a dream that might come true. though I can see the ugly truth. it wont. hope it doesn't float it sinks to the bottom of my heart. and yet I am still here. waiting. thinking. being led astray. and how my heart is heavy how it aches. and still I wait. wait. breathe is lost on the stars. and smiling lips are raw. hope a beautiful word with a lie for its meaning. sitting or dreaming lost hope will never float. not in me at least.

random thoughts home from NJ

it doesn't have a meaning
as instantaneous and almost tedious
not heart warming or heart felt
an isolation so complete and in depth
mental concentration camp
and a physical enlightenment plan
all wrapped in a kiss
tears and saliva mixed
eyes of the sphinx
but not nearly so cunning
more blank and stand offish
entrapment the free wail
death is dear and a big fear
stupid, blind, deaf, and dumb
in your face and on your business
sniffing and nosing like a dog
at a piece of meat
neatly placed on a trash can lid
listen as the feet stomp
and under us all is a troll
waiting to come out and eat our petty souls



No Point To Exiles

Who am I who are you
Are you looking for someone to
Are you an exile just like me
Would you like to travel with me
Let us wander together
From mountains to the seas
Let us wander together
Because you remind me of me
Seeing the sadness in your eyes
Brings shinning tears to mine
You had stolen heart
I lay down in the field
Waiting to drown
In the flood of tears that flows
There never was a point to you or me
There never was a point
There never was a point to exiles


Outlaw Josie Walse
=^-^=

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