Thoughts By A Friend

False Hope

Collecting thoughts.
We listened to all of their words.
Took it to heart.
We were promised. We were promised.
I am searching for...

Naive and dumb.
Because we listened to all of their words.
They set us loose
And now we're angry that we're trully alone.
I am searching for a peice of parchment.
Humming along.
We figured out why we are sick of this.

They don't give a fuck!

And now the qeustion bearing down is
Where the fuck do we turn?
To our freinds? Or to our lovers?
Or to the Gods or the drugs?

And now the qeustion bearing down is
What the fuck do we want?
'Cause I've got freinds and I've got lovers.
I'm a God and on drugs.

And now the qeustion bearing down is
What the fuck do we want?
It isn't money. It ain't fame.
We're always so fucking alone!

Collecting thoughts. Collecting thoughts.

Collecting thoughts, I listened to every word.
I passed it on, now I'm at fault.
And so I'm holding my tounge.
But you will tell me, you will tell
You will tell me it all.

We were promised everything
That we could ever want.
And now we're angry we might not have anything at all.
So we will deal, we will deal, we will find it ourselves.
We don't need you. I release you.
I think that we're better off.

Now we smile. Now the choice is fully ours to revoke.
And now we smile, now we smile 'cause you're finally gone...

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

I'm Getting Worried About Cory's Cancer Issue

I feel old.
And tired.
A little sick.
My head itches. Litterally.

I have a girlfriend now.
A real one.
And I'm more conscience about my spelling.
I think I need a hair cut.

Everytime I think about you it feels like I'm losing you all over again.
Its such a confusing feeling.
The one I get from the thought of how you think of me and that even though
I know you are capable of thinking,
I don't know how thoughtful you actually are and that if you are as thoughtful as
I think you could be,
You could be thinking more than me,
But then again, you could be thinking about nothing at all.
At least not about me.

I still love you.
Heh, told ya so.

Good night.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

Good Night... Or Morning.

As I wake
I am stung with thoughts and feel the hole.
So I convey
With my eyes that I am tired and I am bored.
So I stay
In this construct, hoping you'll see my soul.
And I have faith.
So in her dis-belief I try to grow.

And as I descend, I will attend
All of my mental meetings with you.
And as I pretend I will comend
All of the mental things that we do
Its un-fair at best. I'm raining again.
There is this detachment inside of my skin.
And I pay the price, I pay the price...
Yea..

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

SleepingWraith

I am the lotus.
And you are the reaver.
You are the liar.
You are the anti-me.

You are the nihilist.
Who believed in consequence.
I am the head-line.
You are the anti-me.

Oh sit and talk this over lightly.
With a cup of coffee or spot of tea.
I'll take the blame. You can have my anger.
You won't forget. I will forgive.

You'll pick a fight. You're standing still.
I won't deny you or cowar down.
I'll speak the truth while you talk in riddles.
You got wants. And you are the anti-me.

I'll try to focus.
Hello grass-hopper.
Oh don't you notice
You are the anti-me.

You are the anti-me...
You are the anti-me.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

Reflection

What a relief.
Fly my little pretties.
Fly.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

Halucination

As I lay dying.
The back of my hands sits pressed pn the wall of my bed.
Its pale color flush with that of the wall.
I see no difference between the wall and my hand.
And I gasp for air.
So I conclude... I must be dying.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

October

I am what I am and I can't, no I can't.
Well I dream of the day that I wake from this sleep.
And I can't understand why the world is... it is.
But I am what I am and I am what I am.

And this load of mockery is enough
While I'm treated like evil when I am so good.
But I am what I am and know its enough.
But I am what I am and I am and I can't.

And this turturis rage is enough to forget
That I a what I am and I know that I can't.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

Seven Hours In Bed

Chip is loving in the other room
And I'm not so sure what has come of truth.
And this temptation, it don't taste so bad.
I don't think she'll ever know.

A perfect freind is a frame of mind.
And my only bane is her glass of wine.
And lets let this go, hey this ain't so bad.
I don't think it'll ever show.

I'm twisted up again.
Do you think you can save my soul?
And where are all our freinds?
Do we remember who we are?
Or did we never know?
I'm twisted up again.

Its late at night and this pizzas cold.
And I'm not so sure what will come of you.
The best I hope reminds me of
All the love we do.

Its burden time and I'm feeling bold.
And these songs we sing, they start gettin' old.
I self-reminesce and it reminds me of
All those things I'd like to do.

With all these things I'd like to do.
With all these things I'd like to do with you.
With all these things I'd like to do to you.

I'm twisted up again.
Do you think you can save my soul?
And where are all our freinds?
Do we remember who we are?
Or did we never know?
I'm twisted up again.

I'll fall asleep while my skin is loud.
And my mouth is blank but my eyes proud
And I'll try to feel. Will you feel me to?
And its all that we can do.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

Delivery Boy

Thanks a lot
Is all I say.
But in my head there's like a million things.
Running through.
Pist at you.
And almost everybody that I knew.
I am left.
Casted out of your
Little club of "dude" "what!?"
Bye the way
Nice to know.
Good to see you're such a fucking joke.
You're a liar.
Plain and simple.
If I'm annoying you must be hell.
Cause what you do
There's no excuse.
There is nothing left of you

And I still care...

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

Head Injury

I forgave them.
I let them do what they would to me.
I never let them hurt themselves.

I have saved so many from their burning houses.
And now I fear my lungs are black.

Am I strong enough?
Ofcourse I am.
But the grass is always greener on the other side.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."
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Sofa

I sit back and watch this world
I'm sure that you don't care.
And everybody's lied to me
And I don't know what's real.
Perhaps I'm just insane
And everything is in my head.
So I sit back and watch this world
And I am now content.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

Defeat

There once was an Idea.
An Idea the Love and Truth won all Disputes...
I was only an Idea.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

Stolen Sweetness Five- Self-Examination

Won't you stop this
Can't you turn away.
I am scared.
I am tender
And my love is a brace.
I don't care.
I will delay all the things.
Its ok.
I will call when I'm done dying.

I've been trying.
I've been trying to think away the part of the day
That I can not sleep away.

I remember I
Can recall.
Its the pain.
I did not savor the feeling of
Safe.
As a kid.
Now I know the
Memory's that I taste
Are just that.
In this way I accept dying.

I've been trying.
I've been trying to think away the part of the day
That I can not sleep away.

I've been trying.
I've been trying to think away the part of the day
That I can not sleep away.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."

You've been at this for a year now. Have you gone back and read through all of this? I think your poetry has improved a lot.

"I am Akba-Atatdia"

Heh. Yeah.

The title of the thrtead used to be, "im really tired"

See, thats back when I didnt think too much about what I was writiing, I was just writiing. And I said to myself that I would only write when I was extra-ordinarily tired. I stoppped that about 7 months ago and asked D to change the titel of the thread.

Its definetly improved. I mean, I get embarresed when I read the old stuff. But I still like it.

THanks for noticing, and I hope you enjoy it.

"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."