Friday, March 25, 2005

DAMN IT ALL
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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

some more stuff
i wrote this one around the same time as sleepy (cheese song), but i never decided to put it up, til now......

title: Swimming for a Day or Drowning in an hour (Maybe Both)
why do i question, myself
why do i even know who i am
she said she'd stay,
but now she's away
is this something to comtomplaint
who could be writing these words
are they even heard,
this could be a game in my
head now

Chorus: this could be a day
maybe ill stay
randomization of words ish fun
now

head over the hill
for a cheap thrill
smoking the cuban cigar;
and scratching his hands now

take a quick ride
and be forced to crawl
now

Chorus: this could be a day
maybe ill stay
randomization of words ish fun
now

this ish writing for now, yea
fools and their notebooks
flying high,
or maybe this the effects
of wearing a band aid for
too long now, yea, fuck?

Chorus: this could be a day
maybe ill stay
randomization for words ish fun
now

this could be just the song
that no one is looking for, yea
so tell me a ryhme, sing
me a song, or maybe just
stab myself now

dancing nurses, spinning
round the room now,
maybe that fucking rabbit
will play a song, yea, no

the faceless words, will
never be heard, it seems
im invisible now
writing in my own world
voices are heard, damn
what no now

-spoken interlude at the end:
the fools sit there, sit there with
their notebooks, writing away,
dreaming for a day, damn
i need a hot pocket and
some malt liquor, but
thats ok, maybe ill
be heard some day
at least the bunnies know me-
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Monday, March 21, 2005

more work
wrote some more stuff but ive decided to put this one up for now.....

title: So Damn Plain
I dont care what you
think you have to say here
i dont care why you
want to see me

shouldnt say hey to you
or i can back away
im not like you

i dont care what you
think about me
you think it every day
everything is loose
and so full of abuse

the times can change
over a cup of life, sought
through a heart
it tends to make a sound,
now it's dead

phases can grind away
a piece of the soul
but its so tired and now
it can go home
and one more special ticket
to rome, is all it took
to drown one of our own

kill myself or drown in you
everything's so wrong and
now im confused

hate myself and complain to you
everything's gone and over used
the things that happen without
any remorse, could've had
a better course
guess ive died and now i can go

the things that happen often
alone, could never be so
cold, even though all it takes
is something like that
and its all wrong, consuming the words
its all told
and i cant explain

the times can change
over a cup of life, sought
through a heart
it tends to make a sound,
now it's dead

-abruptly fade out-
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Sunday, March 20, 2005

update........
it seems that im broken again.......not a suprise really, one tends to expect these things......well at least i do anyway......also, -insert excited expression like woo here- it's spring break.........eh who the hell am i kidding, i know this wont be that fun........fuck......at this point in time im reminded of a line that i can really relate to right now, it is this; "i miss the comfort in being sad"- kurt cobain.......if that makes no sense to you, then youve probly had a good life......you lucky bastard.......

yours truly,
Plush

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Tuesday, March 1, 2005

oi, glad today is over.....i did my health class presentation...had to teach the class and such....i didnt do too bad, but the sad thing is that i got the best grade out of my group.....oh well...now that its out of the way, i can get back to writing....bler

yours truly,
Plush
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Friday, February 25, 2005

   thingy......
well i wrote this today, and i just get on odd vibe off of it...its kinda odd.....i guess ill put it up....

title: Paper clip
Im on my time, for everything
I have a very, bad, stand point
and i could use, a little break

- band comes in forcefully-

sit on down and watch tvvvv
maybe, play a little gammme
hell, its all the sammme anyway
waste a little time from the
routinnnne
we could all use a cup of teaaa

-spoken:
i really think that we could all
go to the beach sometime,
have a little fun, hell it wouldnt
kill ya.......maybe-

im on my day, for everyone
its high time, i got a milkshake
thoughts are flowing, like ice cream
come on down and have some cheese
strangers have the best can-dyyyy
it's a fact, take it from meee
things arent the way, they
should beee
we could all use something....

im on my time, for everything
i have a very, bad, stand point
and i could use, a little break

-bass and electric duet-

its all down hill from here,
at least thats what the post man
said

DIVE DIVE DIVE,
out
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Thursday, February 24, 2005

   Random stuff to put up
ok everyone so today, i shall burn your eyes with one of my poems. this one is something that kinda just came to me while in a state of childness ness.......so hope it doesnt suck too much.......

title: A Child's Dream
may it be
or may i might
choose to sit up on this night
staring at the shower, hour by hour
yet times doesnt seem to pass
could it be so
or maybe it's just me
one thing that is sure, is that
i must not leave
for the world outside
is just not a fun place to be
full of sorrow and joy,
it could make you cry a thousand tears
whether they be from fear or joy
and i for one am not content
with such things, in either
shape of form
so damn what............
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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

   FUCK!
-slames head into wall several times- damn it all to hell!.......i have too much fucking shit going on right now.....internal stuff of the mind, issues with people, and all this BS at home with the constant fighting.....its pushing me back to some old tendencies.....some that i shouldnt do anymore because of health reasons.....but damn it, i dont care........i just want to be happy.......
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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

random piece of work
eh there is a bunch of BS going on right that i dont feel like talking about, ill just leave everyone with another one of my works......also im sorry for the burning of the eyes that they cause.....

title: Running with Scissors
things are so complicated
and i just dont knowww
things are so frustrated
and i cant go hommme

it ceases to amaze me, when i feel hate
as i go down in flame
and im home, home, home

-electric solo-
-spoken interlude: she lies, they all lie
there is no absolute truth
onle lies, lies, lies
but the truth is hidden among
the lies, and i want some
pie, damn it-

things are so complicated
and i just dont knowww
things are so frustrated
and i cant go hommme

things are so frustrated, that one feels castrated
and thats no jokkke
i could really use a smoke
but im afraid that im too damn brokkke

if you saw a singing caterpillar
with a bonggg
would you run away, or
sing alonggg

things ae so complicated
and i just dont knowww
things are so frustrated
and i cant go hommme

somebody tell me, why im so
confusssed
i cant even remember
where i got this bruissse

can he hold it, in his hands
or does he simply not have a chance
maybe, but not at first glance
this is due to a lack of stance

it ceases to amaze me, when i feel hate
as i go down in flame
and im home, home, home

would you go home,
if you knewww
that nobody in there cared
about youuuuu

this is all a dream.......

-spoken after that: thank you for never being there-
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Monday, February 21, 2005

well i decided to put up another song anyway, even though im sure that your eyes are bleeding....which i apologize for....anyway here it is....

title: Cloudy Day
what else could i say?
everything is used
what else could i do?
everything is through
when the sun comes out,
it'd kill meee
but thats not what i need...

what else should i say?
anything would do
what else should i do?
anything could be used....
when it rains, and begins to pour
it'll drown meee
but thats what i like

all i know is what is shown
all i know is what is shown

-solo (electric or bass)-
-spoken: im so tired, so sick, so damn sick that it hurts the mind but thats not the important.....
that is what one must speak
to shatter the silence-

what else should i say?
everything is used
what else could i do?
everything is through
when the sun comes out,
it'd kill meee
but thats not what i need......

what else should i try?
nothing seems to do
what else could i see?
anything but you

what else should i say?
anything would do
what else should i do?
anything could be used....
when it rains, and begins to pour
it'll drown meee
but thats what i like

it's overdone,overdone and confused
theres not much time to tell me,
why you lie

all i know is what is shown
all i know is what is shown

lights are gone, sun is out
everything is dark
and it's blind, so blind
that it'd chill things
it's not that much

what else could i say?
everything is used
what else could i do?
everything is through
when the sun comes out,
it'd kill meee
but thats not what i need....

things are through and just done
things are through and just done
things are through and just done
things are through and just done

overdone and its just stunned

(abruptly) FOOL


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