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Sunday 11 December 2011

All that I’ve got.


Birds they don't sing for you
Winds they don't blow for you
Sun it never shines on you
Water, Rain it never falls on you 
It is the winter that blossoms 
It is under your skin 
And it is making you cold
And colder as the time is passing 
I see a coffin 
Its a winter dusk
I'm sorry if I miss out on a detail or two, I guess I'm just way too drunk. 
And I see you lying with chains wrapped around you.
I don't wanna go closer I prefer standing on the door.
I move around to get a better view
I see you all dressed up in blue 
It’s not the marijuana it’s really just you. 
It is the loneliest funeral I'd ever seen. 
It’s you, right beside you.

After all it’s not really the end and I'm sure you died pretty much alive. 
I see you tangled in those chains.
It seems you are trying to fix something. 
I'm draped in fog and it’s really getting cold, I don't want to be rude but I just feel like going home.
Don't call me cold, maybe you are just expecting too!

You want to be heard, you want to be seen, you want to be loved you want it all back. 
But why don't you just once on the face of earth wait and think, think of those times when I wanted to be heard when I wanted to be seen when I wanted to be loved when I wanted nothing but you it was you who was my undisclosed pleasure.

It’s funny how you've yet again left me here standing breathless thinking of you even when you are gone, I envy you. 
I'm running low on heat and my car has no gasoline.
And don't worry about me 
I'll be just fine I'll go to the church, I'll still believe 
I'll be far from empty spaces
I'll sing again and I will enjoy the rain
Coz in the end its all that I've got







Wednesday 16 November 2011

Love.


And the band is marching,
It gets sad when you are on the pavement
Looking at the shining stars
Yes it burns, you would never ever understand
You play the lead, you are the frontman
And I cry every night cursing the skies
Here comes another day, will I survive
Rubbing and brushing and putting some more on
Ah! Ugly, why do I always try?
And I see them talking words and things
Beautified much or is it just fake?
And the new dawn it just fades
Feeling better about oneself?
Funny as it may sound shallow is the concept
As the band proceeds
I see the frontman
He sings a song about life, but what is it that he’s  gonna do when he sees the light?
And the lovers dancing over the fake smiles and the dogs wandering with hollow lies
The pavement is suddenly less lonely
The fear, the fright is going with the band
For love it is within you
It sees itself sitting next to you
We sit as we did never before
Talking goes mute
I can hear a distant music
The band it just marched by… 



Tuesday 15 November 2011

I am a Chemical.


She is a scientist 
she makes it and breaks it
thats wonderful!
dude thats shit!

me I'm just a chemical
chemical in her lab
unused! untouched! unnoticed!
I don't shine I don't glitter
dust is all that matters.

she comes in black
all the chemicals lits up
and then he asked hey dusty why dont you glitter

stars glitters! sky glitters! black glitters!
why do you want me to glitter?
I'm the dark I'm the emo I'm the dead I'm the chemo

she goes away with the glitter and I am left with my darkness!


and she enters... 

she comes in and takes away all the glitter, leaving the chemical to sleep alone in the darkness bitter the chemical don't glitter and so the chemical lie, all sad and bitter but the chemical don't know that she hides him...away from the sun shine she puts on her boots she walks in the lab she loves living in her world of dark chemical filter sit fascinates her that chemical don't glitter and so she asks dusty why he doesn't glitter but the dusty's just a loving cold chemo in water he just won't tell her he'll make her cry and he wouldn't even know dusty's just a loving cold chemo, he's dead, he's emo...

The Early Men (something my mother wrote)


Volcanic blast errors, errors and errors you made, why did you make such an erroneous world. Some you showered with riches all around. Some you dragged below poverty line. Some you made blind, deaf and dumb. List of diseases are as wide as the sea you made. Some you bliss with queue of kids. Some you ban even a kid. Cyclones, volcanoes, earthquakes and tsunami you made. Errors, errors and errors you made. Some lesbians, gays, transgender and some so called straights. ooooh! Is this the way? Why? Why? You discriminated the world.

The errors you made the sufferings we get. The sins we made in our previous birth you punish us after rebirth. The marriages (matches) are made in heaven, I heard. Then why the ‘mix-matching’ all wrong you made. The begging, the praying the fasting for the humans you made. Is this the way your ego satisfies? So called earth (hell) you made for us, the heaven you made for your comforts. Whenever your prestige is in danger you found. You stopped, demolished the world. Next time tell thes scientists the architects the carpenters and all the artistic men to make the world. Or rather let us be THE EARLY MEN.  

Sunday 26 June 2011

When I was sixteen! :D


I Met A Stranger!


They say you don’t exist
They say you are fake, without heart and will tear mine apart
They ask me to hold, they don’t want me to puke my heart in front of you

Oh… stranger you met me at the cemetery, you saw me in pieces
I was dead I was emo, you picked me up and blew away the dust
And then we talked from dawn to dusk
You said goodbye, we'll meet again
And then the cemetery became the place for ‘eternal’ love.
You still had doubts, you feared a heart break
You had you and I, I had nothing

Oh… stranger you don’t seem strange anymore
But hey look, look at my pain, this is my shame
 Holding me tight you looked in my eyes
And said ‘you deserve people who care about you and can show it the right way’
And I made it sure that it was you and only you
Now I am not just obsessed I am enjoying every part of it
It’s like a sweet orgasm, like a dark chocolate, like a ugly kiss


Oh… stranger you don’t seem strange anymore
The danger days are gone, this time I am here
Not like her to cook the best fish
Not like him to teach you how to paint
 I can’t be what they were
 But I will never leave any chance to bring the smile
With that promise I am here with my bags
Let’s  go to the cemetery before it’s too late

Saturday 25 June 2011

He Has The Car He Has The Keep


from the right to the left
up from height to the west
is he on the phone
or hooked up with some porn
he tries too hard but he hates the smell
he hates the touch he hates the trace
he loves his mother and he too
one is beauty one is grave
he has the car he has the keep
he is a man and he is too
why cant you just hate me
open your mouth open your soul
the unsaid the unheard
brings the pain brings the knives
your the rich your the fright
I am dead but still alive

she cried because of you
I am this because of you
do you know what class he reads
do you know what lies he keep
I know you know nothing
still you are the strong we are the weak
coz you have the car and you have the keep
you are the smart and we are the creeps
its the pain that makes it worse
she is dead but you are worse
we are the power we are the light
you are the darkness you are the fright
and guess what she is dead alive
we are up and you are down
all shatterd all tatterd you still have the car but here comes the pain.