Wilting Roses

depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
edited January 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
When you open your mouth
I can hear dead air whining
squabbling about
such a fucking baby
Every time I reach
it's like stealing your candy
I don't mean to brag
goddamn this is easy
with the devil's touch
and I'm feeling I'm loving
sweet memories last
when your having a good time
every time your out
yeah your looking around
with a halfwit look
that old sense of confusion
outstretched hands guide
if you know where the road leads
not a matter of fact
not a bed of roses
illusions are fine
delusions are grander
where does that lead
see where that can take you
when the view is cloudy
when your out on a limb
when your wondering maybe
perhaps you should stay
but really don't know
looking to walk away
senses go numb
fixated on the wilting of roses
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    the word that comes to my mind is.....interesting
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    It actually sounds like someone just got a swift cut with a blade. :eek:

    I certainly wouldn't ever want to be on depop's bad side! :)
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  • I remember the writhing
    I remember your pain
    passionate moments
    memories cut to the bone
    I sit and I wonder
    relive it again
    tiger n white lilies
    roses no more
    they sit at the window
    force me to ignore
    tenderest feelings
    that remain at the grave
    remember the glitter
    the light of your eyes
    that begged for our moment
    to linger in vane
    lost in the heartache
    and trembling hands
    that reach for the window
    I could not refrain
    the roses are wilting
    but my love still remains
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Verse two seems less metallic.
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I took this picture in the Fall and it seems like it would fit this thread.

    Photo0316.jpg
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  • hmmm
    Thanks Justam.

    Not all is as it seems though. Sometimes evil lurks in darkness. Sometimes darkness is just a cool place to relax. Just because something/one is evil/dark, does not mean that is its/their intent.

    The 1st verse has a mixed message in it. Yes, there is darkness in it, but that darkness recognizes what it is/what it does...in a sense.

    BTW...I browsed you photos. Seams we might be interested in shooting similar scenes. I will load a few up and send you a link next week...I don't have that laptop handy.
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    hmmm
    Thanks Justam.

    Not all is as it seems though. Sometimes evil lurks in darkness. Sometimes darkness is just a cool place to relax. Just because something/one is evil/dark, does not mean that is its/their intent.

    The 1st verse has a mixed message in it. Yes, there is darkness in it, but that darkness recognizes what it is/what it does...in a sense.

    BTW...I browsed you photos. Seams we might be interested in shooting similar scenes. I will load a few up and send you a link next week...I don't have that laptop handy.

    Okay. :)

    Hmmm. About the verse one...maybe I am overly sensitive (?) but it seemed so very critical of object...as if it meant to be hurtful...
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  • justam wrote:
    Okay. :)

    Hmmm. About the verse one...maybe I am overly sensitive (?) but it seemed so very critical of object...as if it meant to be hurtful...


    I can see that.
    It is not meant to be hurtful, rather being critical of one whom allows themselves to be hurt. Sort of a narrative from the hurter about the hurtee(hmm sp?) who basically keeps taking it. The Hurter knows they hurt the hurtee, and can see that the hurtee sticks around because of either a few glimpses of something better, or of a better time (with the hurter).

    good times = roses
    bad times/hurt = wilting roses
    watching the roses even though they are wilting = seeing the hurt/bad but seeing what once was, and hoping it returns
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I can see that.
    It is not meant to be hurtful, rather being critical of one whom allows themselves to be hurt. Sort of a narrative from the hurter about the hurtee(hmm sp?) who basically keeps taking it. The Hurter knows they hurt the hurtee, and can see that the hurtee sticks around because of either a few glimpses of something better, or of a better time (with the hurter).

    good times = roses
    bad times/hurt = wilting roses
    watching the roses even though they are wilting = seeing the hurt/bad but seeing what once was, and hoping it returns

    Oh.

    Thanks for explaining it. :)
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  • coachchriscoachchris Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada Posts: 749
    "Born Losers"

    Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter
    and the life you would not give her break your plans
    traipsed across the continent a squatter
    for your lies at night to sleep between my hands

    When the lights come on this whole place gets ugly
    but when they're out strangers fall in love
    she could never say that flat out she don't want me
    cause I could never say that half way ain't enough

    New Order's on the turn table we're dancing
    cause what else do you do when you don't talk?
    crucified to crawl into your mansion
    Ya, that's why I learned to crawl before I walked

    We're back where we belong
    straight back where we belong
    no days for nights, no cocaine cons
    just back where we belong

    Take me out back to your piranhas
    And beat me until I can't even stand
    your whole life a plane without no landing gear
    so if this is it then come on let me land

    That trailer trash pedigree is calling
    it rats you out when you're down on all fours
    me I like to cast my death on yesterday
    cause what doesn't kill us now just makes us better whores

    We're back where we belong
    straight back where we belong
    no days for nights, no cocaine cons
    just back where we belong

    Go put it in the ground
    go bury it some place it can't be found
    go put it in the ground

    Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter
    and the life you would not give her break your plans
    traipsed across the continent a squatter
    for your lies at night to sleep between my hands

    Your poem really made me think of this Matt Good song! Thanks for sharing ;)
    Adolescence in essence is all about trust.
    Leaving is for the answering machine.
  • coachchris wrote:
    "Born Losers"

    Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter
    and the life you would not give her break your plans
    traipsed across the continent a squatter
    for your lies at night to sleep between my hands

    When the lights come on this whole place gets ugly
    but when they're out strangers fall in love
    she could never say that flat out she don't want me
    cause I could never say that half way ain't enough

    New Order's on the turn table we're dancing
    cause what else do you do when you don't talk?
    crucified to crawl into your mansion
    Ya, that's why I learned to crawl before I walked

    We're back where we belong
    straight back where we belong
    no days for nights, no cocaine cons
    just back where we belong

    Take me out back to your piranhas
    And beat me until I can't even stand
    your whole life a plane without no landing gear
    so if this is it then come on let me land

    That trailer trash pedigree is calling
    it rats you out when you're down on all fours
    me I like to cast my death on yesterday
    cause what doesn't kill us now just makes us better whores

    We're back where we belong
    straight back where we belong
    no days for nights, no cocaine cons
    just back where we belong

    Go put it in the ground
    go bury it some place it can't be found
    go put it in the ground

    Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter
    and the life you would not give her break your plans
    traipsed across the continent a squatter
    for your lies at night to sleep between my hands

    Your poem really made me think of this Matt Good song! Thanks for sharing ;)


    sweet...thanks mate
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
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