Broke through the dirt;
No longer a seed.
So soon I'll rise up
And over the weeds.
I'll follow the sun,
... And do as I please.
Your hand in mine,
Like carrots and peas.

Her Voice

// Her voice was a slow tear straight down my heart strings;

snapping a thousand times over every syllable.

Tiny impulses bursting between heartbeats -- one for every goosebump.

Feel So Far Away

The Scene

The scene is hungry for an honest track that provides a transcendental experience.

I Am A Lion

Free Corporations

People who own people are called slave-owners
It is immoral to own another person.
Corporations are owned by people.
Corporations are people.
Corporations are therefore slaves.
Owning corporations is immoral.

A Helping Hand

I found my heart
But it's in so many pieces.
How can I put it back
Together again
Without directions? --
Or at least a helping hand
Maybe from
The one who broke it,
Not that they know it.

It rattles in my chest
With every step

When I Say

And when I say
I miss her
I don't miss you
I miss the idea
of her

A Monster

A monster is me.
He lives and he breathes,
Looking for she,
Surrounded by we.
He pants and he heaves,
But never can see
The forest of we
For all of its trees.

Résumé

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

-- Dorothy Parker

Check It Out...

Quadron - Buster Keaton

I Prefer Not To Have Contact With You

Somewhere along the line,
I taught myself to believe that no person
Is any better than any other person.

You proved me wrong.

If you are trash,
If you surround yourself with trash,
If you surround yourself with liars and scum bags,
The mentally unwell,
Narcissistic sociopaths;
If everyone you know seems to live life
With the expectation of being judged
And who fail to see the good
In you who accept them wholesale --
You become trash.

Even the best swimmer can be dragged down by those they wish to save

Awake

Over one million people commit suicide every year.

There are an estimated 10 to 20 million non-fatal attempted suicides every year worldwide.
Proof that practice does not make perfect when it comes to failure.

You Are Not Like Anyone Else

You are fucked

Fuck You

Erase me

Akinetopsia

I've Got A Hunger...

Twisting my stomach into knots...

...That my tongue has tied off...

I Come Home

Not even my dog loves me

I Am

Hypnagogia

CyberPsych PenPals

I am worthless

Posted By: Garbage
Date: 1 April 2007, at 8:07 p.m.

When I look at myself in the mirror I want to throw up. I hate the way I look. I hate my personality. I hate who I am. I'm not blaming anyone. I only blame myself. I am afraid God will punish me for thinking this way so I hide it from everyone. But it's true. I really hate myself. I am so pathetically ugly I don't know how anyone can look at me. I avoid mirrors whenever I can. If anyone looks at me my face turns red from embarrasment. I can't look anyone in the eyes. I am miserable and alone because I know nobody can ever love me. I am unlovable. I am nothing. I am worthless. I am garbage.

Land Before Time

In a land before time
Where the midnight sun
Is a fact life;
Where beauty lies in rarity
And ability;
Where life is cherished
And contemplated;
Where each cold breath
Is taken in with care --
Comfort --
Understanding...

In a land before the commonplace lie

And the righteous deceit of casual living --
We break apart our own paths and destiny.
In a land which begs for our determination.
We used to be free to roam and choose.
We used to own ourselves.
We used to be whole.

Miette

petite soeur

Happiness

You think I don't appreciate art? You think I don't understand fashion? You think I'm not hip?
You think I'm pathetic? A nerd? A lard-ass fat-so? You think I'm shit? Well, you're wrong,
'cause i'm champagne, and you're shit.
Until the day you die, you, not me,
will always be shit.

Lookin' At You