beets

I was like a beet, freshly pulled from the ground.
and She was the one who pulled me,
She cleaned me, She introduced me to life.
to the sun.
and then she cut me,
and boiled me in soup,
without saying a word.

The Death Of a Memory.

I’ll lay around and read these books
cry every time I think of you;

Cut my wrists every time you kiss. . . Him.

I wish I didn’t love you.
I wish you knew me.
I wish you knew my name.
I wish I didn’t write songs. . . about
                                                           

                                                             You.

Why can’t I write about politics?

The president, and the government.
Or how all these parents try to raise their kids good,
but there is so much SHIT in this world.

Or how there is so much blood from all these wars.
How we all hate each other
and how
              Love

                       no longer exists.

See, It’s like the government doesn’t try to solve problems,
they just cover it up with all this war
and all this bloodshed.
The president always wants more,
he always wants war.
Somehow, we’ve got money for war
even though we can’t afford,
to feed the poor.

Well I’m sick of writing about a Girl,
and I’m sick of writing about love;
I’m sick of writing about something that doesn’t exist.

It’s time to write about Hate.
It’s time to write about war,
and bloodshed
and all this un-nessesary bullshit.

It’s time to write about sex,
and drugs.
It’s time to write about suicide,
and depression, it’s time to write about death.

and write, I will.

Mumbled Silence

Where are all the birds?
I need something to show me
that I'm not Alone.
This water is so still, it feels cold
on my toes.

Listening to the sound of my own loneliness,
It's just me, and the silence of this lake
hidden in the mountains.
These movies are getting old,
watching them all alone.
over
and over
and over
and over again.
These books won't keep me awake.

I can't write.
I can't sing.
I can't play guitar.
I can't write a god damn song.
My inspiration IS gone, and my heart is empty.
There isn't any love, and there isn't any hate,
there isn't any pain.
My emotions are gone,
and I'm feeling
numb.

Welcome Happiness

The wind is blowing,
the snow is falling,
and nothing, can drown out my thoughts.
No matter how loud I play, They won't go away.

It's dark outside, and I'm all alone,
here in the freezing cold,
no on can hear me cry.

I should have listened,
when I heard him sing,
   "It's dangerous, to be alone, in the freezing cold."

I haven't had a drink for such a long time.
God how I need a smoke to
calm my nerves.
So I can welcome happiness,
with a needle and a razor and lay in a cold waterey grave.
A smile on my face,
the snow will cover me,
and the note in my pocket will bleed,
but you'll still be able to read
         
               "I'm sorry."

and lord, I will be sorry.