poetry 101: Melancholy Tablet No.5 |
"Flaccid Senses"
The night seems to be singing,
And the moon is barely dancing;
It's poor creatures are put to rest,
But why am I still awake?
And now the dawn comes peeking,
With the sun sl...
Posted by Skeaffer on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
hymn 101: Smokin` The Herb Again.. |
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
must have got eaten by Pac-Man
if I had it I could smoke again
smoke with my friends until the very end
but now I'm trying to comprehend
when's the ne...
Posted by Skeaffer on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
hymn 101: Angel.. |
spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distracti...
Posted by Skeaffer on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
hymn 101: Valley Of Chromes |
You can't hide from the man with the master plan
Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man"
Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn
Got you on the camcorder in the black minivan
Yo...
Posted by Skeaffer on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
poetry 101: I Died To Be Alive.. |
I drank Evian, but I was thirsty.
I ate Caviar, but I was hungry.
I wore clothes of Armani and Versace, but I felt cold.
I slept in a penthouse, but I did not rest.
I had money, but was left w...
Posted by Skeaffer on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
poetry 101: Will you ever get out of my head? |
All these voices up in my head..
Makin me dread, when I sleep at night..
Visons of people with evil intensions
wanna fly my sight..
Visons are changin, engagin, and ragin',
I'm in a stage and ...
Posted by Skeaffer on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
poetry 101: Melancholy Tablet No.3 |
"MIDNIGHT NOSTALGIA"
UP IN SMOKE,
MIND IS LOST,
THE NIGHT IS HUSHED,
I AM SHATTERED&
THE MOMENT STOOD STILL,
BLOOD RUNS DRY,
COLD BLUE WHISPERS,
TOMORROW IS DAWDLED&
...
Posted by Skeaffer on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
poetry 101: Melancholy Tablet No.1 |
"HEAR MY PLEA"
THIS LIFE IS BROKE
SHATTERED INTO PIECES
MEANING IS LOST
ALL IS GONE
TOMORROW IS DARK
THE CLOUD IS GLOOMY
WHAT USED TO BE PERFECT
NOW IS WRECKED
INVOLUTED PACE
FUTILE DREAMS...
Posted by Skeaffer on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
THE GREATEST PAIN.. Ü |
The greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be ignored. To lose the person you love so much, to another who doesnt care at all. To have someone you care about so much, throw a party and not tell ...
Posted by Skeaffer on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
