Jopeth's Random Acts of Agression |
Jopeth's Random Acts of Agression
I was walking on the street, carrying an 18-inch pepperoni, mushroom, and cheese pizza that I just bought from Extremely Espresso. It was my lunch and dinner. I'm pla...
Posted by Sometimes they just die... on Mon, 07 May 2007 08:10:00 PST |
Emotiuonal Instability |
Emotional Instability
I reflect on the past,
and my memories become clear.
Although they still haunt me,
they I do not fear.
But although the fear has left me,
and death has met its end.
I st...
Posted by Sometimes they just die... on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Girlfriend |
Girlfriend
it NEVER even cross my mind
that i would fall in love with YOU
you were always there BEHIND me
but i NEVER looked that way friends are friends
i looked at them NOTHING more and NOT...
Posted by Sometimes they just die... on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
For a moment, we were free... |
Mushy Moments
This poem was written while I'm the middle of my trance due to excessive depression. This is a story of two lovers who were imprisoned inside a cruel, repressive world, separated, the...
Posted by Sometimes they just die... on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The door shuts...a window opens |
When this door shuts, dont worry bout me. Its not attention I wanted from you. I need you to trust what Im going to be and in everything Im going to do. Coz Im not afraid of what I dont know fo...
Posted by Sometimes they just die... on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Revolution now!!! |
this song was written and dedicated to the activst movement:
Revolution Now!
As the people march the streets with red flags waving
With a voice so loud we drown out the cloud.
Screaming for a ...
Posted by Sometimes they just die... on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
False Cross... |
this song was written by us during one of our depresive moods. this one is a bit anti-religious, so read at your own risk...
False Cross
Pray the requiem
Hang your heads in shame
Cover your ey...
Posted by Sometimes they just die... on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Strength... |
this song is dedicated to my frined who choosed to leave for the cause of the struggle...
Strength
*20 CDs & a bag on the porch
Your room is a mess
And you leave that way
You close the door
...
Posted by Sometimes they just die... on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
How did i spend the last 20 years of my life? |
this song that i have wrote is a reflection on how did i spend my last 20 years of existence in this planet:
Today
*20 years from right now
And I would be as old as time
More or less this is...
Posted by Sometimes they just die... on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Tonight I write... |
A product of boredom and depression...
Tonight I can write...
"Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is shattered and
the blue stars shiver in the distance'.
Th...
Posted by Sometimes they just die... on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
