....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
and what about what i want?
what about what i need?
it doesn't matter when my Heart is at your feet...
and your stepping...
all over it...
and you're watching me bleed.
i want you to write to me,
and tell me that i don't know anything...
about poetry.
that i don't know anything...
about you or me...
that i don't know anything...
about you and me.
that i don't know anything...
about anything.
i wanted you to like me,
and tell me that i know everything...
about nothing.
and i wanted you to sing to me,
and i wanted to hear you breathe...
but you wanted me to write to you.
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
sorry about last night....I was out for the count....
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
if u tease me less...
I'll want you more...
you always disappear
and change the score
I brought you breakfast
even though I ached
when all the bread was
burned that I had baked
McArthur Park is melting in the rain...
and all I get from you
is your deep pain
I've had enough of poets
and of love....
I just want you....to whisper
like a boy...
and I'm a child....
so treat me very sweet....
treat me to sweets....
and other things....
I know you from somewhere
I knew you before....
I recognise you....
and the door is closing
so be quick...
I never cooked your stupid
bisquick....
I'm not your wife...
I have a life...
somewhere....
in my head....
you haunt me now....
and that's okay...
cos every time you say
you say....
I'll sing to you and bring you other things....
like ones you know
me
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
how do u know me
I don't see
how you can get that lubricity....
and dream of me
the dream I had....
remember?
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
you're gonna make me...
uneasy....
you're gonna...fuk me....love me....tease me....
I'm gonna kill u....thrill u....
I am in a milieu....
I knew you....
through you....
go ta fuk....
and other places.....
leave designs....
and other traces
of you....cos you
are making me mad.....
and driving me home
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
i've never been good at a lot of thing,
i've never been part of your dreams.
no one wants me,
and i've never been wanted.
if i could change me,
i'd be him more often.
but i'm nothing, you see,
i sit in corners invisibly.
i play the part of the friend after dark,
and i hear the laughter...the laughter...
i'm a regular Houdini,
i have my disappearing act down to a science.
you're no I Dream of Jeanie,
with the devil you've formed an alliance.
so i disappear when you draw your claws & your daggers near,
it's hard to stay here...
when it's Love i fear.
my deep pain,
could make the sky bleed red rain.
and my deep pain,
could make all the puddles spell out your name.
i'm not a poet,
i'm not a Lover,
i'm nothing...
don't waste your breath on me...
don't even bother.
and i can't whisper,
because i miss her.
she played with my Love like a toy,
it was easy for me to be her whipping boy.
i'd treat you sweet,
like i treated her sweet,
but just the thought makes we want to retreat...
back to my life of incomplete.
you can't possibly know me from somewhere,
i come from nowhere.
if you knew me before,
was i something?
or was i always in the state,
of my life as nothing?
the door never was opened,
even in my life of zen.
my life crumbled like a boulder,
that fell over the shoulder,
of your shallow Heart,
on a narrow road.
how many times must the story be told?
i asked her to marry me,
she said no.
with one word she burried me,
now you know.
i have no life to give you,
i have no life to live for me,
i'm broken...
many pieces gone forever,
i'm incomplete.
but i was like you,
i had good memories in my head once, too.
and i was like you,
i was in Love with one...okay, maybe two.
if i haunt you now,
like she haunts me now...
then i feel sorry for you.
it's not okay...
it's not okay...
sing me a new song,
the one where i belong
in an unbroken dream...
in a life...
that wants me.
how do i know you?
let's see...
you were the one who closed the box on my wedding ring.
how do i know you?
let me think...
oh, you were the one who sent my Love spiralling...
spiralling...
spiralling...
you sinkered...
and then slidered me.
the dream you had,
was stranger than fiction, baby.
the one about me and my lubricity,
i'm good for reducing the friction, baby.
can't you see...
the dream you had,
is better than the one i had,
the one i lived,
where you sent my Love spiralling...
spiralling...
spiralling...
actually, you're gonna make me easy,
but you're not gonna fuck me...
you don't even want me.
yeah, you knew me,
remember the time you blew me?
blew me a kiss & made me slit my wrists.
you were salt in my cuts and you burned like this...
you were salt in my skin and you burned like sins.
i traced all of the faces you made,
when you laid on your back for days.
and, if it was ever raining,
i knew you wouldn't be staying.
you called the puddles your Home,
just like i called you my Home.
the lines around your eyes,
said you weren't surprised,
that i was driving you Home...
because you were making me mad.
i'm not a very good driver...
thanks very much anOmis ...i think it's my best short poem, or at least, one of my better ones.
Ti kaneis? i'm half Greek, but don't speak it...unfortunately.
playing with words is fun :P
Originally posted by anOmis i really love the way u" play" w/words in this one
Originally posted by suede thanks very much anOmis ...i think it's my best short poem, or at least, one of my better ones.
Ti kaneis? i'm half Greek, but don't speak it...unfortunately.
playing with words is fun :P
im only half greek as well
really nice writting
keep them coming!
~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
don't take this personally
it's just words
my brain is for the birds
I'm crooked and bent
broken and spent....
cain't think of a third...:D
there is in me
a fondness for divinity
spare...rare....quare
the closer to God I grow
the deeper in me (below)
bends....and he mends me
send me to Hell....I've been there
under a spell....I've been there....
in a deep well....I am there....
and I'm drawn...
and I'm drunk....
again.....
you're just a man...
of many....
I am betrothed
already....
I am quick as lightning....
so try me...
I'm tested and true....
but not to you....
a friend you could have if you wanted
the friends I have now....can't be counted.....
be the hero....
be the swain
don't be queero...
me disdain....
c'mon you unfortunate fukker
take heart....take part.....
just pukker
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
one more before i go to bed...
my head hurts,
i need sleep, worse.
i built a nest,
where you rest your head.
your brain is for the birds,
i have a bird brain when it comes to her.
where ever you've been,
i've been there, too.
when you were in the ocean,
i was drowning, too.
when you were in hell,
i was burning, too.
when you were in heaven,
well, they wouldn't let me in...
under your spell,
i'm not doing too well.
been teased by Blue dresses,
i never learn my lesson.
i'm just a man of many,
i'm just another discolored penny.
you're quicker than lightning,
and my life is frightening.
i'm not tried, tested, and true like you...
my Heart is worn, beaten, bruised, and Blue.
all my friends go away in the end,
especially the ones i don't want to be sent.
i'm no hero, but not a zero.
i'm no suitor, but i never did suit her.
unfortunate?
maybe.
when your Ruby Red lips pukker,
i'll play my part, i'm your fucker.
these are my last words, baby:
spread your legs, you sinner,
you're what's for dinner...
one for you...
before you go....
I don't care about what
I don't know....
I don't know
who you are....
all my scars have healed.....
if I tried to heel you,
I'm sorry.....
the quarry
is always
at a
disadvantage....
that's life....
my wife left me once....
I didn't pounce
on every stranger....
your deep heart
is quicker
than my thicker
love...
my love is thicker....
fatter....fuller.....
the question is....
will you pull 'er
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
notwithstanding
your strong demanding
that I should be the day
the dish of the day....
the lunchtime de-lay
the fukkin lunch....mate
I strongly equate your passion
with what sates
me
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
he thinks I'm a he
cos my name is Charley
but it's also China....and
other things....
mostly beginning with C....
what's your fukkin name....
since when did I have to prove to be
fe
male.....
the great
unity.....
ah, cain't wait
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
what i don't know,
is what you won't know.
and i don't care...
and i don't care.
i'm nobody,
so, you're not missing anything.
you can't heal a leper,
on the thirty-second of never.
if you try to heal me,
you'll peel me...off the floor,
the one that i've been on,
searching for more.
if you peel me...you'll reveal me,
and all of my scars will show.
don't be sorry,
it's a worthy thing you've attempted.
don't you worry,
if you heal my Heart you can have it.
you are the hunter,
i, the hunted.
but you can't quarry what you've never wanted.
dear, life is a disadvantage...
it states right on the box that you'll need more bandages.
i never had a wife to leave me,
believe me.
she said no before it counted,
i remember exactly how it sounded.
i couldn't be with another,
for longer than i could bother,
i felt nothing for no one.
but it's okay,
i was nothing to no one.
my Heart has a slower ticker,
and a few broken parts,
that make it vintage.
with every beat of my Heart,
it reminds me that beating is what you did to my Heart.
with every beat of your Heart,
i hope you remember that i was once a small part.
if i pull you for more,
will you pull back some more,
or will you remind why i'm all alone?
I'll probably remind you that I'm more alone....
I'll always be more alone than you....
unless we were together....
would we each be alone then
would you teach me of stones then.....
but.....you're right....
it's nitey nite....
from me.....
and it's goodnight from him.....
maybe I'll swim
thru u in my sleep
again
don't take me too deep
this time.....
I'm worse off than you
so stop complaining....
give me something better....
something rounder.....
tell me you found her....
I hope you find her....
and mind her....if you do....
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
the lunchtime delay,
never made its way.
knickers off to the side,
and i just sigh.
you can't satiate the insatiable...
but you can always try.
knickers off to the side,
come along for the ride.
water sucks...
gatorade is better.
get down and suck,
i like it when you make it wetter.
knickers off to the side...
fully clothed...
a bend and a moan...
satiate me...
satiate me...
I would rather expiate.....you
for you have sinned....
and threw
my pure love in the bin
I don't want you anymore
I want you more and more....
I want you every second....
because, baby, we're fecund....
if you would only smile....
I'd please you all the while....
the moment is the thing.....
I want you.....
fukker....sing
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
your windows are foggy,
and steamed without me.
i have some sunglasses,
you can wear them at night...
when no one is in sight.
are you hiding in hiding?
that's no way for you to find me...
that's no way for me to find you.
are you confiding in hiding?
that's no way for you to let me in...
that's no way for me to let you in.
i had an ever-lasting gaze,
until you left me in a daze...
for days...
for days...
there are no glasses big enough for these eyes,
the one's i use to stare at your thighs.
for every action there's a reaction,
and when they act in vain,
just puncture their veins...in vein.
in plain view,
you're a plain Jane, too.
but i like it like that...
and you like it like that...
let them think that there's nothing to see,
leave all of you to show to me.
show your shadow to the shadows,
it's okay...
that's where i keep mine hidden...
Comments
go fuk pedestrians.......
and no...i will not fuk pedestrians...unless they are you
you're right...i don't know the meaning of poetry & i'm not reliable.
whatever. whatever.
what about what i need?
it doesn't matter when my Heart is at your feet...
and your stepping...
all over it...
and you're watching me bleed.
i want you to write to me,
and tell me that i don't know anything...
about poetry.
that i don't know anything...
about you or me...
that i don't know anything...
about you and me.
that i don't know anything...
about anything.
i wanted you to like me,
and tell me that i know everything...
about nothing.
and i wanted you to sing to me,
and i wanted to hear you breathe...
but you wanted me to write to you.
can you hold me tight,
by candlelight,
tonight?
....i'm nothing...without you
go read my pm.....
your art is brilliant.....
sorry about last night....I was out for the count....
I'll want you more...
you always disappear
and change the score
I brought you breakfast
even though I ached
when all the bread was
burned that I had baked
McArthur Park is melting in the rain...
and all I get from you
is your deep pain
I've had enough of poets
and of love....
I just want you....to whisper
like a boy...
and I'm a child....
so treat me very sweet....
treat me to sweets....
and other things....
I know you from somewhere
I knew you before....
I recognise you....
and the door is closing
so be quick...
I never cooked your stupid
bisquick....
I'm not your wife...
I have a life...
somewhere....
in my head....
you haunt me now....
and that's okay...
cos every time you say
you say....
I'll sing to you and bring you other things....
like ones you know
me
I don't see
how you can get that lubricity....
and dream of me
the dream I had....
remember?
uneasy....
you're gonna...fuk me....love me....tease me....
I'm gonna kill u....thrill u....
I am in a milieu....
I knew you....
through you....
go ta fuk....
and other places.....
leave designs....
and other traces
of you....cos you
are making me mad.....
and driving me home
i've never been part of your dreams.
no one wants me,
and i've never been wanted.
if i could change me,
i'd be him more often.
but i'm nothing, you see,
i sit in corners invisibly.
i play the part of the friend after dark,
and i hear the laughter...the laughter...
i'm a regular Houdini,
i have my disappearing act down to a science.
you're no I Dream of Jeanie,
with the devil you've formed an alliance.
so i disappear when you draw your claws & your daggers near,
it's hard to stay here...
when it's Love i fear.
my deep pain,
could make the sky bleed red rain.
and my deep pain,
could make all the puddles spell out your name.
i'm not a poet,
i'm not a Lover,
i'm nothing...
don't waste your breath on me...
don't even bother.
and i can't whisper,
because i miss her.
she played with my Love like a toy,
it was easy for me to be her whipping boy.
i'd treat you sweet,
like i treated her sweet,
but just the thought makes we want to retreat...
back to my life of incomplete.
you can't possibly know me from somewhere,
i come from nowhere.
if you knew me before,
was i something?
or was i always in the state,
of my life as nothing?
the door never was opened,
even in my life of zen.
my life crumbled like a boulder,
that fell over the shoulder,
of your shallow Heart,
on a narrow road.
how many times must the story be told?
i asked her to marry me,
she said no.
with one word she burried me,
now you know.
i have no life to give you,
i have no life to live for me,
i'm broken...
many pieces gone forever,
i'm incomplete.
but i was like you,
i had good memories in my head once, too.
and i was like you,
i was in Love with one...okay, maybe two.
if i haunt you now,
like she haunts me now...
then i feel sorry for you.
it's not okay...
it's not okay...
sing me a new song,
the one where i belong
in an unbroken dream...
in a life...
that wants me.
let's see...
you were the one who closed the box on my wedding ring.
how do i know you?
let me think...
oh, you were the one who sent my Love spiralling...
spiralling...
spiralling...
you sinkered...
and then slidered me.
the dream you had,
was stranger than fiction, baby.
the one about me and my lubricity,
i'm good for reducing the friction, baby.
can't you see...
the dream you had,
is better than the one i had,
the one i lived,
where you sent my Love spiralling...
spiralling...
spiralling...
i really love the way u" play" w/words in this one
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
but you're not gonna fuck me...
you don't even want me.
yeah, you knew me,
remember the time you blew me?
blew me a kiss & made me slit my wrists.
you were salt in my cuts and you burned like this...
you were salt in my skin and you burned like sins.
i traced all of the faces you made,
when you laid on your back for days.
and, if it was ever raining,
i knew you wouldn't be staying.
you called the puddles your Home,
just like i called you my Home.
the lines around your eyes,
said you weren't surprised,
that i was driving you Home...
because you were making me mad.
i'm not a very good driver...
Ti kaneis? i'm half Greek, but don't speak it...unfortunately.
playing with words is fun :P
im only half greek as well
really nice writting
keep them coming!
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
spose I'll finish reading them....
don't take these personally...and reply already :P
it's just words
my brain is for the birds
I'm crooked and bent
broken and spent....
cain't think of a third...:D
there is in me
a fondness for divinity
spare...rare....quare
the closer to God I grow
the deeper in me (below)
bends....and he mends me
send me to Hell....I've been there
under a spell....I've been there....
in a deep well....I am there....
and I'm drawn...
and I'm drunk....
again.....
you're just a man...
of many....
I am betrothed
already....
I am quick as lightning....
so try me...
I'm tested and true....
but not to you....
a friend you could have if you wanted
the friends I have now....can't be counted.....
be the hero....
be the swain
don't be queero...
me disdain....
c'mon you unfortunate fukker
take heart....take part.....
just pukker
my head hurts,
i need sleep, worse.
i built a nest,
where you rest your head.
your brain is for the birds,
i have a bird brain when it comes to her.
where ever you've been,
i've been there, too.
when you were in the ocean,
i was drowning, too.
when you were in hell,
i was burning, too.
when you were in heaven,
well, they wouldn't let me in...
under your spell,
i'm not doing too well.
been teased by Blue dresses,
i never learn my lesson.
i'm just a man of many,
i'm just another discolored penny.
you're quicker than lightning,
and my life is frightening.
i'm not tried, tested, and true like you...
my Heart is worn, beaten, bruised, and Blue.
all my friends go away in the end,
especially the ones i don't want to be sent.
i'm no hero, but not a zero.
i'm no suitor, but i never did suit her.
unfortunate?
maybe.
when your Ruby Red lips pukker,
i'll play my part, i'm your fucker.
these are my last words, baby:
spread your legs, you sinner,
you're what's for dinner...
before you go....
I don't care about what
I don't know....
I don't know
who you are....
all my scars have healed.....
if I tried to heel you,
I'm sorry.....
the quarry
is always
at a
disadvantage....
that's life....
my wife left me once....
I didn't pounce
on every stranger....
your deep heart
is quicker
than my thicker
love...
my love is thicker....
fatter....fuller.....
the question is....
will you pull 'er
your strong demanding
that I should be the day
the dish of the day....
the lunchtime de-lay
the fukkin lunch....mate
I strongly equate your passion
with what sates
me
cos my name is Charley
but it's also China....and
other things....
mostly beginning with C....
what's your fukkin name....
since when did I have to prove to be
fe
male.....
the great
unity.....
ah, cain't wait
is what you won't know.
and i don't care...
and i don't care.
i'm nobody,
so, you're not missing anything.
you can't heal a leper,
on the thirty-second of never.
if you try to heal me,
you'll peel me...off the floor,
the one that i've been on,
searching for more.
if you peel me...you'll reveal me,
and all of my scars will show.
don't be sorry,
it's a worthy thing you've attempted.
don't you worry,
if you heal my Heart you can have it.
you are the hunter,
i, the hunted.
but you can't quarry what you've never wanted.
dear, life is a disadvantage...
it states right on the box that you'll need more bandages.
i never had a wife to leave me,
believe me.
she said no before it counted,
i remember exactly how it sounded.
i couldn't be with another,
for longer than i could bother,
i felt nothing for no one.
but it's okay,
i was nothing to no one.
my Heart has a slower ticker,
and a few broken parts,
that make it vintage.
with every beat of my Heart,
it reminds me that beating is what you did to my Heart.
with every beat of your Heart,
i hope you remember that i was once a small part.
if i pull you for more,
will you pull back some more,
or will you remind why i'm all alone?
I'll always be more alone than you....
unless we were together....
would we each be alone then
would you teach me of stones then.....
but.....you're right....
it's nitey nite....
from me.....
and it's goodnight from him.....
maybe I'll swim
thru u in my sleep
again
don't take me too deep
this time.....
I'm worse off than you
so stop complaining....
give me something better....
something rounder.....
tell me you found her....
I hope you find her....
and mind her....if you do....
never made its way.
knickers off to the side,
and i just sigh.
you can't satiate the insatiable...
but you can always try.
knickers off to the side,
come along for the ride.
water sucks...
gatorade is better.
get down and suck,
i like it when you make it wetter.
knickers off to the side...
fully clothed...
a bend and a moan...
satiate me...
satiate me...
for you have sinned....
and threw
my pure love in the bin
I don't want you anymore
I want you more and more....
I want you every second....
because, baby, we're fecund....
if you would only smile....
I'd please you all the while....
the moment is the thing.....
I want you.....
fukker....sing
and steamed without me.
i have some sunglasses,
you can wear them at night...
when no one is in sight.
are you hiding in hiding?
that's no way for you to find me...
that's no way for me to find you.
are you confiding in hiding?
that's no way for you to let me in...
that's no way for me to let you in.
i had an ever-lasting gaze,
until you left me in a daze...
for days...
for days...
there are no glasses big enough for these eyes,
the one's i use to stare at your thighs.
for every action there's a reaction,
and when they act in vain,
just puncture their veins...in vein.
in plain view,
you're a plain Jane, too.
but i like it like that...
and you like it like that...
let them think that there's nothing to see,
leave all of you to show to me.
show your shadow to the shadows,
it's okay...
that's where i keep mine hidden...