You drink the liquid,
You take the bottle,
And smash it
And gore me
And I feel nothing.
My body your canvas.
Now that I'm tortured
I'm a work of art?.
Anyone can pay a dime
And see the sights,
But for you hide me away.
A dirty, filthy little secret
Gnawing at your subconcious.
But until the dawn breaks
You can love me and hold me
And know that I'm yours alone.
Hmmm, what the heck is CranMalReign talking about?
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened You drink the liquid,
You take the bottle,
And smash it
And gore me
And I feel nothing.
The liquid my blood,
The bottle my heart,
My body your canvas.
Now that I'm tortured
I'm a work of art?.
Anyone can pay a dime
And see the sights,
But for you hide me away.
A dirty, filthy little secret
Gnawing at your subconcious.
But until the dawn breaks
You can love me and hold me
And know that I'm yours alone.
I really like the metaphor in this one BE. If I may be so bold as to make one observation... I think this poem could benefit from a little less "point out exactly what the metaphor is" in the liquid/bottle lines. Of course, you can just say "eff off, Yankee" and I'd be fine with that, too.
Originally posted by CranMalReign I really like the metaphor in this one BE. If I may be so bold as to make one observation... I think this poem could benefit from a little less "point out exactly what the metaphor is" in the liquid/bottle lines. Of course, you can just say "eff off, Yankee" and I'd be fine with that, too.
Yeah, I could just say "eff off, Yankee" but I'd rather sing Yankee Doodle, eh. Observation noted and thanks to the Yank!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
I walked in the cold December rain
And wondered where the snow was
After all, it's Christmas time
All those houses with beautiful lights
And all that warmth
I knew I had one to go back to
Quaint and simple though it may be
Still somewhere to go to be sheltered
And food and drink to be had
Then I got to thinking
I thought of a gift I'd like to give
I'd like to collect all the
poor, cold, hungry, lonely, weary, lost, mistreated, abused, battered, molested, raped, chained, homeless, loveless, disabled, diseased, hurt, empty, addicted, sold out, grief-stricken, abandoned, bullied, burned, tortured, undesireable, sad, depressed, disgusting, distraught, souls,
Wrap them up just right, real nice
With the shiniest red paper around
And a big white bow
I'd attach a cute little sticky card
And it would be addressed to God.
(I wish something could heal all the pain!)
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened I walked in the cold December rain
And wondered where the snow was
After all, it's Christmas time
All those houses with beautiful lights
And all that warmth
I knew I had one to go back to
Quaint and simple though it may be
Still somewhere to go to be sheltered
And food and drink to be had
Then I got to thinking
I thought of a gift I'd like to give
I'd like to collect all the
poor, cold, hungry, lonely, weary, lost, mistreated, abused, battered, molested, raped, chained, homeless, loveless, disabled, diseased, hurt, empty, addicted, sold out, grief-stricken, abandoned, bullied, burned, tortured, undesireable, sad, depressed, disgusting, distraught, souls,
Wrap them up just right, real nice
With the shiniest red paper around
And a big white bow
I'd attach a cute little sticky card
And it would be addressed to God.
(I wish something could heal all the pain!)
It's as if God has abandoned them... or forgotten them... and that is a sad thought that I'm sure many of them share.
you have no idea how much i've been missing you. hope you are enjoying your time off. i'll be leaving on my vacation this weekend so if i don't get to see you again.....happy holidays being.
Wake
Gotta move
Or my skeleton will jump out
Hot
Get naked
Go running through the snow filled streets
Blood
It's mine
Just gotta claw myself outta this flesh
Dizzy
Head spins
I think I
ll just lay on these nice white sheets
Drops
Crimson-icles
Focusing intently on this life seeping out
Sleep
Sweet dreams
An angel whispered in my ear and french kissed my soul
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
I was digging through the tenements
Looking through old boxes
Shadows of old friends
Days of confusion
Days of deep, dark despair
Days of dillusion
Days of self-induced numbness
Days of being victim
Days of drinking
Days of desire
Days of warped laughter
Days of going astray
Days of paranoia
Days that did so much
To shape who I am today
Yet they seem so far away
Days I prefer to forget
But that surface when I'm alone, empty
Flowing in and drowning me with tears
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
The door opens
You're small and huddled
In the corner
Wide-eyed and shaking
Scratched and bruised
Beaten and broken
Afraid in your place
Afraid to leave it
Should one touch you
You look as if you may crumble
I'll get in with you instead
It's kind of cramped in there
But it feels safe
I lean back and close my eyes
Eventually you climb into my lap
Put your arms around my neck
And ask me if I can keep you safe
Safe outside this place
My heart breaks
Because if I say yes I may be lying
So I tell you that I'll try my best
And I will
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Is "A Safe Place" about your little tickleable nephew? If so, I hope it's not that bad for him.
No, it's about someone else. The little nephew has a wonderful Mommy! No hiding for him. His Dad is a bone head and his actions may cause some psycological damage but he's not physically abusive to the little guy.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened No, it's about someone else. The little nephew has a wonderful Mommy! No hiding for him. His Dad is a bone head and his actions may cause some psycological damage but he's not physically abusive to the little guy.
Is it about Newt and Ripley?
Sorry... just watched Aliens last night and that's all I could think of... that scene where Ripley chases Newt into her little cubby hole and hugs her and tells her it will all be ok.
Originally posted by CranMalReign Is it about Newt and Ripley?
Sorry... just watched Aliens last night and that's all I could think of... that scene where Ripley chases Newt into her little cubby hole and hugs her and tells her it will all be ok.
No. At least you watched Aliens, I had to endure bits and pieces of Titanic! Blah!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Titanic made more money than Star Wars so it's evil. And not the cool Evil like Darth Maul. This is Barney the Dinosaur Evil.
The shittiest movies always have the biggest hype and make WAY more money than they ever should! I think it's an unwritten rule.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened The shittiest movies always have the biggest hype and make WAY more money than they ever should! I think it's an unwritten rule.
Originally posted by Being Enlightened The shittiest movies always have the biggest hype and make WAY more money than they ever should! I think it's an unwritten rule.
Wait,
Star Wars = hype.
Star Wars = money.
Star Wars = (gasp, gulp, gah) s.....shi.........sh.....aw, I can't say it. It's not true! That's not true! That's impossible!!!!!!!!!
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You take the bottle,
And smash it
And gore me
And I feel nothing.
My body your canvas.
Now that I'm tortured
I'm a work of art?.
Anyone can pay a dime
And see the sights,
But for you hide me away.
A dirty, filthy little secret
Gnawing at your subconcious.
But until the dawn breaks
You can love me and hold me
And know that I'm yours alone.
Hmmm, what the heck is CranMalReign talking about?
I really like the metaphor in this one BE. If I may be so bold as to make one observation... I think this poem could benefit from a little less "point out exactly what the metaphor is" in the liquid/bottle lines. Of course, you can just say "eff off, Yankee" and I'd be fine with that, too.
Yeah, I could just say "eff off, Yankee" but I'd rather sing Yankee Doodle, eh. Observation noted and thanks to the Yank!
And wondered where the snow was
After all, it's Christmas time
All those houses with beautiful lights
And all that warmth
I knew I had one to go back to
Quaint and simple though it may be
Still somewhere to go to be sheltered
And food and drink to be had
Then I got to thinking
I thought of a gift I'd like to give
I'd like to collect all the
poor, cold, hungry, lonely, weary, lost, mistreated, abused, battered, molested, raped, chained, homeless, loveless, disabled, diseased, hurt, empty, addicted, sold out, grief-stricken, abandoned, bullied, burned, tortured, undesireable, sad, depressed, disgusting, distraught, souls,
Wrap them up just right, real nice
With the shiniest red paper around
And a big white bow
I'd attach a cute little sticky card
And it would be addressed to God.
(I wish something could heal all the pain!)
It's as if God has abandoned them... or forgotten them... and that is a sad thought that I'm sure many of them share.
Star Wars toys heal everything.
Everything.
B.E.'s heart is big and bouncy and filled with hugs.
that reminds me of:
"You make rainbows shoot out of my fingertips!"
I said it to my girlfriend once. :X
CMR that's sweet! She's lucky to have you and you're lucky to have her!
And yes, Radar, I wish hugs and Star Wars toys would make it all better! At least they help!
I like to think so.
And I ponder
And I shouldn't be wandering
And certainly shouldn't be pondering
These things that I am pondering
Yet I am
Gotta move
Or my skeleton will jump out
Hot
Get naked
Go running through the snow filled streets
Blood
It's mine
Just gotta claw myself outta this flesh
Dizzy
Head spins
I think I
ll just lay on these nice white sheets
Drops
Crimson-icles
Focusing intently on this life seeping out
Sleep
Sweet dreams
An angel whispered in my ear and french kissed my soul
Two words...
biz nitchin
No,no,no
You're reading it all wrong
The pages will turn for you
All you have to do
Is read between the lines
Dollar
Since the day of birth
Been bought and sold
It'll be this way 'til we're old
Is there really any good anymore
And if so, how much does it cost
Desire
Such a burning yearning
Heart strings played like a guitar
You feel the master play
You feel just like a punch n' judy
And you will never be free
Disease
There is no fucking reason
And you hate yourself
For things that you can't change
Thinking God forgot you
As far as I'm concerned, He did
Desolate
Standing on the brink
Looking down at your sanity
Feeling it's separation
Stepping off the edge
Feel the rope catch your fall - SNAP!
Looking through old boxes
Shadows of old friends
Days of confusion
Days of deep, dark despair
Days of dillusion
Days of self-induced numbness
Days of being victim
Days of drinking
Days of desire
Days of warped laughter
Days of going astray
Days of paranoia
Days that did so much
To shape who I am today
Yet they seem so far away
Days I prefer to forget
But that surface when I'm alone, empty
Flowing in and drowning me with tears
You're small and huddled
In the corner
Wide-eyed and shaking
Scratched and bruised
Beaten and broken
Afraid in your place
Afraid to leave it
Should one touch you
You look as if you may crumble
I'll get in with you instead
It's kind of cramped in there
But it feels safe
I lean back and close my eyes
Eventually you climb into my lap
Put your arms around my neck
And ask me if I can keep you safe
Safe outside this place
My heart breaks
Because if I say yes I may be lying
So I tell you that I'll try my best
And I will
No, it's about someone else. The little nephew has a wonderful Mommy! No hiding for him. His Dad is a bone head and his actions may cause some psycological damage but he's not physically abusive to the little guy.
Is it about Newt and Ripley?
Sorry... just watched Aliens last night and that's all I could think of... that scene where Ripley chases Newt into her little cubby hole and hugs her and tells her it will all be ok.
No.
I hope to be the last human on the planet never to see more than a trailer for that movie.
I'm holding strong so far!
Yeah, don't let anyone trick you into watching it, it would be more interesting to hammer on your hand for a few hours.
The shittiest movies always have the biggest hype and make WAY more money than they ever should! I think it's an unwritten rule.
Matrix sequels, anyone?
I am here.
So close, yet so far.
Sometimes you hold onto love so tight that you forget that it's not right and you squeeze the life right out of it!
Star Wars = hype.
Star Wars = money.
Star Wars = (gasp, gulp, gah) s.....shi.........sh.....aw, I can't say it. It's not true! That's not true! That's impossible!!!!!!!!!