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Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Happiness in slavery bring the whip to my name.
I finally found this poem! I have been searching for it for a while. For some reason, I just wanted to have it again.
I searched for it in many places:
I looked in my own Word document where I have all my poems. I searched in my LJ. Then, finally, I searced for about twenty minutes now in the Daily Poem Thread on OB. And I finally found it.
Yay. I'll add this to my poem file.
I just like that line:
"Happiness in slavery bring the whip to my name."
As I was looking through the poem thread, I noticed how quickly I used to write poetry. It's pretty insane. I've slowed down a bit now, and I only write about a poem a week, or two a week. But that's because I've been writing stories.
I think I should just start writing poems again.
I was reading over some of my older stuff. Wow. That is what I thought. Wow. And if I could do some things that amazing before, I sure as hell can do it again. . .and improve some, too.
You got a head like a hole
I shot it full of fire and hell
And now we eat our bones
The pretty hates in our machines
Make me want to slice the cross you bleed
The pretty hate machine that is all over us
Makes me want to die a death that crushes my ribs
And I still look at all the people
going insane
I can show you why it's going to never change
But I can't tell you why I am slaved
Happiness in slavery bring the whip to my name
Make the pretty hate machine a pony that is tame
Happiness in slavery bring the whip to my name
Make the pretty hate machine
A wound that is skeletal like steel chains
You got a head like a hole
Like a bullet died alone and hit you
And your halo is gold
So tell me why are you so alone
Why do you pray and believe you are lost
Tell me why you bleed for this cross
I can't tell you
why people are insane
I can't show you
how you can do the same
I can't tell you a thing
I am chained
My ribs are cracked
my hair is all over me down to my knees
The brutish ways breathe into me
I breathe them in my lungs and choke
My head is like a hole
Just like you it's so empty and alone
And I can't tell you why
the people are so insane
I can't tell you to do the same
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