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fuck me

SoundSound Posts: 579
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i suck

you can hate
i don't care
i hate myself already
divorce me
and kill me
i'm just a freak from hell
i'm worth nothing
you shouldn't listen to me
kill me i beg you
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

Jim Carrol
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  • SoFaithfullSoFaithfull Posts: 13
    jesus
    Theologians, they don't know nothin about my soul
  • BeGirlBeGirl Posts: 22
    I just wanted to compliment your sig. I was a HUGE Jim Carroll fan my Senior year of h.s. and Freshman year of college. Hope that makes you feel better. :)
    "Hi...Dick." - Ed (D.C., 5/30/06)
  • sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
    dont even think about it, you owe her more than that. if you wish to give your life for her, then ask her what she wishes to do with it. we both know what her anser will be
    http://www.myspace.com/pleasetryagain

    http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
  • sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
    dont even think about it, you owe her more than that. if you wish to give your life for her, then ask her what she wishes to do with it. we both know what her anser will be
    http://www.myspace.com/pleasetryagain

    http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    i wont
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
    Originally posted by Sound
    i wont

    better not
    http://www.myspace.com/pleasetryagain

    http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
  • Ok2GoOk2Go Posts: 102
    hating makes more hate.
    "and then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong in the world all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right and no one had to get nailed to anything. Sadly, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever."

    Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
  • fukdupfukdup Posts: 14
    sometimes though you have to hate something
    enough to know to let it go...then you're better after
    from cutting the shit out of your life
  • Ok2GoOk2Go Posts: 102
    there are some things you will never forget.
    "and then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong in the world all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right and no one had to get nailed to anything. Sadly, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever."

    Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
  • sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
    Originally posted by Ok2Go
    there are some things you will never forget.

    like you
    http://www.myspace.com/pleasetryagain

    http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
  • fukdupfukdup Posts: 14
    letting go is not to forget..but to accept all the feelings even hate
    and realize
    those things are there for you to learn from and grow in better ways
    ..................if you're open to it.......................................................
  • coleencoleen Posts: 938
    hate is a pointless waste of time which ultimately consumes only the person expending the energy to hate. its a burden.
  • LittleFacistPanteaseLittleFacistPantease Posts: 8
    and it makes my head feel like another brick n the wall
    "and the fires are burning so many dreams on the shelf you say i wanted you to be proud of me i always wanted that myself"
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    i think things are better now
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • FelicityFelicity Posts: 339
    it is much better
    it is freedom and love
    and the window opens
    letting in the long-awaited light
    and the scented breeze
    of a refreshed world
    rinsed clean of decay
    and frightened into submission demons
    the heart is a mighty source
    when fed with pure thought
    and healthy caring
    there is room for you
    a secret place i prepared
    so very long ago
    all you need to do
    is to walk in and rest easy
    as i renew you
    with all your soul craves
    without guilt or hatred
    nor mistrust or hesitation
    here is the place of dreams
    where your every want is given
    accepted and understood

    so rare and exquisite
    to find me

    ladies and gentlemen-i give you SOUND...and isn't that what we are all here for?
  • mqouuiseetmqouuiseet Posts: 35
    I met my love by the gas works wall
    Dreamed a dream by the old canal
    Kissed a girl by the factory wall
    Dirty old town
    Dirty old town
    Clouds a drifting across the moon
    Cats a prowling on their beat
    Spring’s a girl in the street at night
    Dirty old town
    Dirty old town
    Heard a siren from the docks
    Saw a train set the night on fire
    Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
    Dirty old town
    Dirty old town
    I’m going to make me a good sharp axe
    Shining steel tempered in the fire
    Will chop you down like an old dead tree
    Dirty old town
    Dirty old town
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Never did trace down who wrote this, but I always liked it. Christy Moore sang it on an album years ago:

    Hey, little mother, what's in your bag?
    -Chocolates and sweets.

    Hey, mister postman, what's in your bag?
    -A note from your beloved.

    Hey, mister tailor, what's in your bag?
    -The finest wedding dress.

    Hey, mister harvester, what's in your bag?
    -Solitude and death.
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    i feel like i'm lying on the beach at night
    alone with the wind and the stars
    and a cold feeling in my heart
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
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