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Two newish song things.. [Jun. 7th, 2010|11:27 pm]
Hate
Everytime I'm with the crowd
hate hate hate
Everytime I hear it loud
hate hate hate
Nothing ever pleases you
hate hate hate
I'm tired of this disease in you
hate hate hate

You said you've changed...
You said you've changed...
You said you've


hate hate hate
Compromise to change your fate
hate hate hate
Synthesize what you can't fake
hate hate hate
Fight until your fists decay
hate hate hate
Change is just a stab away


Everytime I'm standing proud
hate hate hate
You love to just push me down
hate hate hate
Nothing ever pleases you
hate hate hate
I'm so sick of this disease in you
hate hate hate

I keep waiting for you to change...
I keep waiting for you to change...
I keep waiting...

hate hate hate
Compromise to change your fate
hate hate hate
Synthesize what you can't fake
hate hate hate
Fight until your fists decay
hate hate hate
Change is just a stab away

hate hate hate
hate hate hate
hate hate hate
Oh I just can't wait
Until you stop all this hate

Father

50 plus faded and wasted
a fistful of hatred disregarded so face it
struggle to stand struggle to make it
you'll never forget the family who faked it
i can't force myself
fess up accept it
wont waste my time
try to correct it
i can't force myself
my children
my assets
wont waste my time
my disgust
my habits
50 plus jaded and wasted
a mindful of anger bombarded so face it
struggle to stand struggle to take it
you'll never forget the family who hate it
i can't force myself
fess up accept it
wont waste my time
try to correct it
i can't force myself
my family
my crisis
wont waste my time
my disgust
my habits


your divorce was just paper insurance
to reassure yourself
i have done nothing wrong
i have done nothing wrong
you're so certain of that
so certain of your innocence
but how you've scarred us
just to reassure yourself

Als Mann, ich habe geschehen nichts falsch.
Als Sohn, ich habe geschehen nichts falsch.
Als Vater, ich habe geschehen nichts falsch.
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I know its not you [Jun. 7th, 2010|11:16 pm]
I like the way you bullshit
It's an admirable talent
Though I find trouble in believing any word you say
I like the way you convince
It's an astonishing preveilence
Though I never expected the truth any way

We're all just simple objects
A trophy on your shelf
A pair of legs for you to spread
To you we're dead
To you we're dead
We're all just complex projects
A goal tacked on your belt
A heart of paper for you to shred
To you we're dead
To you we're dead

Is this a tactic
Or are you ashamed?
Is this romantic
Or is it a game?
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Recent Poetry [Jun. 7th, 2010|11:07 pm]
I think this is about my father.

you taste the liquor on your lips
when you remember where it all starts
a drink to calm you down
a drink to pass the time
a drink to make the wrinkles seem faint
choking down your borrowed money
your slurring words become violent
you begged your lips your lungs your mouth
to cause an argument
simply to hear the sound of your own tired voice
you grasp failure as a man
failure only dry women flock to
the kind of women you would never introduce
at least as the kind of women you're really into
you cough as if to clear the air of awkwardness
only to look around at the faces of the unimpressed
battling against a midlife crisis
its too late to gamble at your age
taking chances like you were a teenager again
willing to risk so much
only to hear the sound of your own tired voice
treating your house your home as a motel for nightowls
the kind of people you wouldnt call role models
the kind of people you swear you dont associate with
placing a lable on your own children
tenant
waking up only to start a fued with yourself
having conversations with molding dishes
swatting flies with piss stained bath towels
blaming everyone else
just to hear the sound of your own tired voice

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Those that were tore to shreds [Mar. 3rd, 2010|01:34 pm]
[I feel |artisticartistic]

i'm sick of seeing faces
screen shots of you, you and you
at least you're not going places
screen shots of sick sad and lonely
the sincere smile i had gets put on the back burner
so i can tune my emotion to something spiteful
allowing my wild grin to muster its confidence
i take pride in your unfortunates
your eloquent way of losing it
your sickly design of regret
you can say it makes me cheerful
but, at least i can admit it

i'm sick of seeing faces
but i'm not sick of feeling sadist

i dabble through your written word
with all of your inquisitive ways of denial
you pretend it's all okay
however needed, your mask is cracked
chipping away to later show your blushing cheeks
how embarrassing
i still question
are you sick of seeing faces
the ones you bury underground
the ones you smite with public folly
covered in dust like your heart
i'll tell you
i'm sick of seeing faces
but oh at least i can admit
i'm not sick of reading statements
eulogies, epitaphs
those poems you call righteous
those curses you call truths

for what you've done to me
and what you've done with time
for what you've grown inside
for what you have become
oh honey, i'm not sorry for your suffering
and i don't pity you
you dug yourself a deep dark hole
filled with memories, things you stole
its time to rest your eyes
and lie in it





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Stay away from me... [Jan. 13th, 2010|10:23 pm]
[Tags|]
[I am in |kitchen]
[I feel |amusedamused]
[Listening to |air]

Another day, another drama. Can't people ever just accept their fate? I'm sorry you want what I have little girls, but you're never going to get it. Every month its another sentence, another paragraph, another moment of my laughter. Constantly hearing how obsessive you are over my relationship, only makes me chuckle. Reading how fat you think I am, only makes your jealousy more obvious. Like really, do you think you sound cool bashing me over your myspace every week? Maybe your friends find it admirable, but I don't and I'm pretty sure anyone else adult doesn't either. All you are doing, is further making yourself into the giant red haired ass that you are. You keep fussing over a situation that will never change. I don't know how many times I have to tell you, this relationship is more solid than the very earth we stand on. Nothing you or anyone will say can or will take us from eachother. We have a strong bond, something you and that whore never had with him. Something you and that whore never deserved from him. So that my dears, is yours to live with.  and He is mine to live with. Like I said and have been saying, you want what I have, and you can't ever have it.

With that said, I will only continue to laugh at your remarks, and to shove our wonderful relationship further down your throat. Choke on it, bitch.
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When will they grow up? [Jan. 2nd, 2010|02:32 am]
[I am in |Suck it]
[I feel |lovedloved]

Another night I have to endure stares and 7th grade laughter. I would have rather listened to nails screeching down a chalk board, then hear those high pitch forced giggles for hours. Needless to say, I am not the least bit upset with myself. Nor will I let this bother me like I would have a few years ago. Instead, I take this and stride. I shall give you a few reasons why. Number one. One of the girls who was chuckling away like a clown, used to live with me. I was nice enough to allow her to stay at my house while her mother flew out to El Salvidor, because her grandma had passed. She took that niceness for granted, and slept with two of my boyfriends. So now, for some reason, she sees it fit to laugh at ME? Second. The other girl was also my friend at one time. But she decided to turn into a malicious cunt, because she said I was emotional. Uhm, yeah, I have emotions, as if you were born without them? I was also 15 years old. Third.The main laughter whore goes to raves, and she is 21 years old. Sorry, raving will always be immature in my book.  She was also knocked up by some guy who did not want to be a part of the babies life because she is a slut. So why am I being laughed at ? Why am I under such scrutiny and observation? Because they are bored. Because they are jealous. They are boyfriendless, Lifeless, loveless pieces of shit. They are maniacal, egotistical, typical bitches.  I would have had a great night tonight, had I not been bombarded with ignorance for 4 hours. I still had fun, I was just beyond annoyed with hearing giggles and snears when I simply walked to go to the bathroom. In a sense though, they did not win. I never showed them the satisfaction of me being bothered, instead, though also childish, RJ laughed in their face and smacked the main annoyance ( semi on accident ) with his drum stand, and I told her she sucked. Because she does. The other girl was lucky she was not in the line of fire, because I am sure RJ would have done something to her as well. All I know is,  I am over hearing these stupid cunts giggle and watching them stand there with my ex boyfriend, pointing at me as if I were blind. By the way, I can see you. By the way, he married some slob, and you both are STILL single. So keep laughing at me while I live a happy life with friends who dont call me a whore behind my back, and with a boyfriend that I am going to marry and spend the rest of my life with. Because at the end of the day, you are really laughing at yourself. 
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What doesn't kill you... [Dec. 16th, 2009|08:51 pm]
[I am in |My living room]
[I feel |satisfiedsatisfied]
[Listening to |MW2]

       ... Only makes you stronger

I found out some terrible news yesterday. Granted, It could be worse. But just the fact that there is no knowledge of the severity is unsettling. Until I finally know exactly what I'm dealing with, it wont be easy trying to stay positive. I'd rather not disclose exactly what I've been diagnosed with. For my own personal reasons, I prefer to keep it to myself. But I will not hesitate to post my views, just with a sort of anonymous undertone, Sorry. Thankfully, it does not effect my relationship like I had suspected. There will be certain things we'll have to deal with, but it doesn't have any hold on our lives or future lives together. Considering I am looking forward to spending the rest of my life with my boyfriend, I am at least grateful for the fact that our lives with be semi unscathed. I am trying to keep my head up though, trying to veer my point of view more towards to positive side. Because after all, it's all I've got.




On a whole other subject        I am severely agitated by the fact that some people are selfish enough to the point of potentially ruining an unborn child's life. Simply with their ruthless actions to decide to keep a child that, they indeed know, they can't afford nor have the smarts to take care of. I'm not saying, go get an abortion. I'm mostly saying, for the greater cause of saving the child from poverty and neglect, give it up for adoption. Being a woman/man doesn't necessarily mean suck it up and take on the consequences. If you don't have the means or knowledge of motherhood or fatherhood, Don't bother. Not for your sake. Not for your reputations sake. But for this child's sake. There are millions of people who have saved up, who have great jobs, promising futures, that don't have the privilege to give birth to their own child. But thankfully, your mistake can be someone worthy's blessing. I am not saying teen mothers are terrible. And I in no way am bashing them. I'm just saying, a child shouldn't have a child. And if they do, they should immediately assess the situation with proper knowledge and right. They should know that if they don't have the means to raise this child, that the option of adoption is out there. Again, I am not advocating abortion. There are only a select few situations where I, being a woman, think abortion is right. Not using a condom and letting a guy, um... go inside you, is not a circumstance in which I agree abortion is the answer. In that situation, I believe you should carry that child, and, no offense, suffer the consequences. But that does not mean make that child suffer your consequences either. If you know you can't adequately take care of yourself while pregnant, meaning the appropriate foods, vitamins, and doctors care, then you should know that your unborn child is at risk of death, if not serious illness or medical issues when born. Thus, making this child suffer on your behalf. You should at least, if you do chose to give the child up for adoption, or god forbid get an abortion, maintain some sort of sustenance to support your unborn child so that when you DO give it up for adoption, that loving couple can enjoy a healthy child. I am also, in no way, bashing on any women who has to result in welfare. But I know that if given the opportunity , no woman would choose to be on welfare. However, I do have a problem with women who refuse to attempt to better their situation, who do not strive to get off welfare and support their child with their own earned income. There is nothing wrong with a governmental support system, but there is everything wrong with milking the government and your child for all their worth. Also, If you are underage, or even between 18 and whatever yet have the means to adequately support the child, throughout its infancy, childhood, teenage, and even through some adult years, then by all means, get pregnant and enjoy your offspring. But if not, spare this child the possibility that it may be neglected, it may be malnourished, it may be brought up in a broken home... just spare it. Don't think about yourself. Think about them.
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Poetry, Lyrics, Tangeants... [Dec. 16th, 2009|07:20 pm]
[I feel |accomplishedaccomplished]

This will be updated often
the newest songs are at the bottom
oldest at the top
thank you for reading


Welcome to southern california's toilet.
this town is run down boredom sucked it of its wholesome hope
everything beautiful was consumed by the city and its lights

this town is terrified trapped inside its own demise its people will sink with the wreckage
its people will float with the ocean but the corpses will find their way

whats the topic of conversation is it the new craze or is it damnation
if you're not fucked up taking pictures drunk
you're an outcast or an anomaly
whats the scene these days is it the new shame a shade of grey or a serenade
telling tall tales to save some face
well we all know now this town is far from saved
this town is run down

you're only a click away from invasion of privacy
you're only a whisper away from lack of intimacy
you see the only way to get away
is to take your trash across the country

is this town a burden is this town a hole is this town a portal to hell
oh why bother, i'm not going home


Talk is cheap so they asked your price

since you know me so well
can't you tell me what i'm thinking
is it everything you is it everything you thought you knew
is it everything you is it everything

since you know me so well can't you remind me to keep away from you
are you that lonely or is this your hobby
tell them since you know who i am
tell them since you know

ince you know me so well is that why you pretended to be my friend
since you know me so well is that why you betrayed me
well i put it to an end since you know tell them who i am
well since you know

give them a price sell them my life
is it everything you is it everything you thought you knew
is it everything you is it everything
is it worth everything


Autophobia

wake up wake up need i remind you
wake up wake up its right in front you
wake up wake up hello dear future
wake up wake up

am i invited are you excited your pity party's on its way
am i relentless are you eventless your pity party's here to stay

wake up wake up need i remind you
wake up wake up its right in front of you
wake up wake up good riddance dear future
wake up wake up

what comes of sacrifice what comes of silence
what comes of niglect isn't this what you expect
your lack of desire is your party attire y
our ill minded fate cost you a real delegate

wake up wake up need i remind you
wake up wake up its right in front of you
wake up wake up where are you dear future
wake up wake up

<3
your voice lulls me to sleep in a dreamland i now creep where all the dark is part of me where all we own is beauty no fears or pressing matters no doubts or friendships scattered just a world gone elegantly backwards


Time

the clock struck you down to the ground you're looking around but not a face in the crowd is familiar who makes the rules who sets the stakes who gambles with your fate no, i guess it's just too late.


Helpless
a child builds with blocks in the corner waiting for gravity to topple them down to crush their plastic city to the ground a child waits for rain in hopes to set sail to watch their paper boat swim the trail but we all grow up some how and the tower we built will still fall that paper boat will still sink yet year after year we still crawl


Choose to be broken

you always speak slowly while the drink hits your blood stream
you're slurring your words trying to grasp your topic of immaturity
well oh did you know that what you bestow is a disaster
well oh did you know you've got no where to go
and you've got nothing

you tried to take your time you said no not mine
yet look where you're standing
you couldn't grow up that fast those months will turn into the past
you cant look away from the car crash
yet try to look where you're standing

you try to talk sense to us
you try to make amends with trust
plead and pray for approval just
to try to seem stronger
you want to prove oh so much
all the glory without the guts
prod and pry for no disgust
this couldn't be any wronger

well oh did you know that what you suppose is just an estimation
well oh did you know you've got somewhere to go
but its backwards

you tried to take your time you said no not mine
yet look where you're standing
you couldn't grow up that fast those months will turn into the past
you cant look away from the car crash
yet try to look where you're standing

try to be a man and just tell us that you're fine
try to be a man and just pretend its not a lie
try to be a man but don't try to turn back time
i hate to say we told you so
but i'd hate to have to lie.


The bloods on your hands
well we swore that was highschool
bringing back those memories
the faces i don't miss
akward looks and disagreements
my back was turned
but you didn't see it
my back was turned
so you took advantage

i tore up your pictures
i tore up your life
you wanted a topic
so i gave you the knife
and you stabbed away
well then you stabbed away
how does it feel
to have the blood on your hands

i stumble upon your life
the one you cried about
youre a liar and that i don't doubt
you think that this is the best
to scream and make a mess
when in all reality
you're still the same old thing
yeah, you're still so highschool
you're still so
stuck in your own head
my back was turned
my back is turned
so lets face it

i tore up your pictures
i tore up your life
you wanted a topic
so i gave you the knife
and you stabbed away
well then you stabbed away
how does it feel
to have the blood on your hands

there must be something you miss
youre still something oh so tasteless
get my name out of your mouth
because yours was spit out
there must be something that you miss
youre still something so goddamn tasteless
get my name out of your mouth
because yours was spit out

i tore up your pictures
i tore up your life
you wanted a topic
so i gave you the knife
then you stabbed away
well then you stabbed away
how does it feel to have the blood on your hands

if i ever see you in public
i'll be sure to remind you

Sugar Coater
Don't like what you hear
don't mind what i say
don't like it who cares
then just walk away

you don't deserve my explanation

sugar coat sugar coat sugar coat
sugar coater

everything is fine
the sun is just too bright
you're lying when you lie
quit pretending you're alright

you don't deserve my explanation

sugar coat sugar coat sugar coat
sugar coater

opinions may vary
from person to person
but you've created
your own version

before you stop to assess me

sugar coat sugar coat sugar coat
sugar coater

sugar coat sugar coat sugar coat
sugar coater

i cant fucking stand you sugar coater
it tastes so much better covered in a
sweet
solid
candy
coated
shell
 
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