Sweet, Bitter, All the Same!

That tinge in my back is a faulting line of criss-crossed wires. My spine cringes in a hollowed way, yet I walk through back alleys with knives and back-stabbing thoughts! My name means nothing without restoration, without definition! A fighting chance is so thirty years ago, but I am a fighting soul- my grave will read here lies a loving bum, a true son of the one and only God; Myself!
I need no false predictions or gratification, only tender love, and the flesh of a human! Wrap me in comfort. Blanket me in your heart. Clothe me in your hair. Wake me with your scent!

Stressed Out!

What do we have?

This is a twisted ending, a dam is ready to burst. Why is no one fleeing, I know I would escape my insanity if I only fucking could!
Here I am embracing my flaws, but will my love cope with your bitter words? I loved you then, and would keep my love burning so brightly! Your name sends shutters, and I long for your sweet embrace, I would except just a friendly visit when I drive hours to see your beauty! Not even a quick kiss, or hug, and all I can ask is why?
I will be there forever with this feeling of dirt, but I will sadly take you if you would have me!
My little Indian Girl!
My heart pumps out poison these days.
Praying for resolution, reasons, and termination!

Stressed Out

Last Thing I wanna do is Cause you Grief!

What is it I do? Something hidden in text, and movement? My face blurs into static, and the whistle blows indicating the race has commenced! How could this be? I am without preparation or the will to use my legs! I run, for what seems like ages, for this feeling of infatuation. It burns inside me! This fox I know drives me crazy, yet she hides away in her northern den. I must travel down the same route, and retrace my past footsteps. My transportation lays out of commission, it lay unpurchased, unknown!
This teenage crush! Oh, how my heart is skipping to a divine beat! This summer I make a change and pack my things to begin my wondering in the terrible heat! I can only continue this biding for time and pray I don't snap from the nervous twitches. No longer shall my talent rot in this trapping graveyard( home of the largest Vietnam vets without homes). Laughing will come from these lips once again. My mind is somewhere else, just saying it's a good thing I know where it's at!

Stressed Out!
(I just can't get enough!)

Super Spaced....

I can see the outline of a face, jaw stuck outwards so proudly. The person then changes shape. He maneuvers to the doorframe. His head flips back for the attack, I can not dodge, duck, or move so I take his hit full on!

DEAD!

This what I'll be. Without my reasons, or my truths.

Teach of Angel

Teach of Angel, clash and clash!

I Lub you my sister from another bloodline( even better an Asian bloodline).

You better lub me now!

Travis the Tinman

He walks about staying quiet and prepared. No thoughts running through his dome, only oil and dilated time. Jokes are often brought on by haunting fools; this is the flesh he must consume! Human blood pumps through his cold tin body, no emotions! Humanity leaves him with a bitter taste in his gears, but with a twist of his crank all is set to normal. This man I speak of is made of metal, scraps from the yard we call earth, made from scraps that people once loved.

SUCK IT DRY!!

Hills are far to grand!

The hills haunt my being, tear me into patches of former warriors! Strike me down from this perch, that is only if you rape me!
Hah!

I can only say love....

Running down the halls of might, and fury. Full of spite and artificially flavored lime. This hollow demeanor puts me at a stand still, and here I slump over my tired body and cry! Place that gun to my head with one tug of the trigger all this is blown away; a verbal massacre. My first son will never know the freedom I had, therefore I slit my neck wide open! Mush! My brain is mush! I conceal my pride with a humble grimace, but can you really scratch under my skin? Leather! My skin is leather! Force feed my spine an array of signals, cause none of them will be delivered! The rays sparking from my laser grace me with a presence of false notation yet upon this worldly rotation we all sink around the tide so rapidly! Gold! My bones are pure gold! Rip me apart take home everything I am. Take me with you to where ever you may go! This lonely road is dark, and I feel my time is sparse. Love beckons me to stay put, though my body pushes on towards life! Narrow is the hall I walk, and what I feared most is happening; my emotions crush me. Clever remarks are shouted aloud in my direction, but when I turned to listen they hit me instead. Love still calls to me. I can hear her muffled voice sing to me. Oh! How I want to take her by the hand, and make each day a sultry session. My name is among the lost, and she came to me from nowhere to be seen. Pumping! My heart is pumping my blood faster than anything I've ever known; to this I knell. Twisting begins in my frontal lobe, and I know the sweet reward- a bloody nose in the morning from the thoughts locked deep in my mind! This cage keeps me locked up so tight, here I've been, waiting for her to find me, and cut me free! Never will I wake in the shivering dew of the morn, for I have something more; a reason to live, and a sign glowing the words, "Give"! I feel the tiny hairs beginning to eat me up. Still I wait for the tune to hit my ear, so I think of nothing but her, that song hits chords in me I thought were broken ages ago, still I see only her! My blood boils with anticipation the force of mental energy is a damper on my fruitful thoughts! Stop! Stopping the lights would cause a massive undertaking, and I think the funds may need to be reconsidered!

Stressed Out!
(Hear my words, take them in and know you are loved!)

Holly Jolly

I am a skinny Santa full of disdain!

This Weight on my Chest!

A killer note to end it by, with a taunting grimace I speak hate so clear! Render my senses useless then beat me with the weapons I made! My life is nothing at this point, I feel the sunset coming, but no love fills my heart, no blood pumps through these veins of coal! A light leads me down this shadowed hall, the irony remains the fact that I am blind as a bat! My eyes twinkle like she'll have me back, but I always take the road most painful. Christmas may bring me something beautiful, or more reasons to keep it going, keep it alive! I pray that time will give me something to hold on to, but what a dream to awake in the middle of; I guess I just got carried away! Birds chirp, and I must say the music cheers my dying husk, now laughs muffled in my head! I can hear your voice waking me in the morrow, please take the chance on me. Everything is a humble footnote on a giants desk, but I can cure your ails, I am sure of that! My body is ticking with life, and love I haven't felt this present state in what seems like ages! From every window I shall scream my hopes; let my words move your soul, and conjure the past!

WritersNeverDie

What I said Stays the Same(Just with a few changes)

Hunger escaped from a mutter I thought was swept under the living room rug but the mat was flung out the front door on it's way down the motorway soaring around only to fall flat on the ground, and with the forceful landing my hunger leaped up out of the plush carpet decoration and into the hands of a true beauty, and there it goes traveling the world, chasing dreams, living life without little old me! Joking and jesting humble words are for the weak, so bold as ever I speak like a novel into her cute little ear, innocent mumbles not to be under rug swept!

Stressed Out!

So as of right now

I am up with not a thing to do, thinking of the past with a smile!
I will not stay chained to this floor!
I can not remain this king for a day, for that would leave me a fool for a lifetime!
"It's reality, Fuck it! It's everything but me!"

A Haunting Twist of Cherry, and Lime

A fruity scent breaks down the walls of a tiny living den, what is the cause of this?
A laughing demon stands at the door's front, and with a grin he kicks it down, what is the meaning of this?
A bone crushing squeak graces the backroom, this is just way to strange, what could I have done to deserve this?
Then the demon lets out a gloomy call it went something like this, "Dreamers make this world spin, people like you create life and love. So use your cause something noble or the coal of a bitter tomorrow will echo from your empty pockets."
This means simply without the riches of love, you will be a lonely, cold fool!

I am feeling lost, under the bridge are troubles with knives prepared to slice my neck!

Singing these days keeps my brain going, with no vocal chords I mumble distasteful longing. Freedom is a sweetly sick fruit, so delicious is the juice, but one mouthful will enslave your mortal being! A trap waiting in the back of my coiled mind; it sprang out at a pedestrian walking through the moments of joined fates! I smell a sour ambiance about your jesting giggles and humble restraint!

Stressed Out!

It's too late to say......

Leaving the ground ready for flight, hopelessly lying on this damp floor, and for what rhyme or reason? A kiss on the ass and a drink of some cheap white wine can only gain you entrance into the deep bowels of anger; talking about ya screaming, "Like Fuck That!"
Keep my lie basic so I don't do the roundabout around the looping wheel in my filthy mind. A dirty old bastard is what your Christian god made me into, so who are you to claim superiority?
What a fucking waste of skin!
What a raunchy way to make the story end!

Stressed Out is a bitter old fuck!

Cork, he stole your strecharmstrong!

Oh this dreary night does bring some demise, a slaughter preconceived, a horror that hits so close to home your unborn babies hide in fear, this distance must remain firm so that my thoughts remain in the gutter, then I began to notice star shaped lights shinning down on a hunting gypsy, then I set my gaze up and those lights were real stars, they were so bright they could be seen through the clouds, no game tonight, nor in the morrow, we stay peaceful for the time being and hunt again when to Gods hide their petty faces.

Haha.......Yeah!

Give me that fucking shit you cling to, what the hell kinda victory you thinking you'll be claiming?
A loose ass piece of shit, always down for anything, always fucking faking, always willing to fucking shoot! No questions asked, no reasons to even fucking care!
Well then I say to you, bring that shit right the fuck here, I'm ready to get schooled, but for some odd reason I feel I'll be disappointed just like always!
Always faking!
Always Shooting that damned mouth!
Always willing to take the most beautiful gift any goddess can give!

Out.

A Dim Flicker of Candle Light; the Blankets Drenched in Blood.

Bothers don't knock my to my knees, only a uppercut can fuck my day up! Foul play is defined by the governments control, a book of laws created to contain our mortal affliction; sex, drugs, and new age music are the scapegoat this time. Perhaps we should relocate our focus to the freedoms being robbed from right under all of our snoots. Uncle Sam has lost his taste for justice, and understanding; seems now he only loops around the country searching for fresh American flesh.
Hopeless is the only word I can use to explain my living conditions; utterly depressed friends waiting on a cold tile floor for death to hurry and take them. Simply riding this lie called life, no simile, nor metaphor to abstractly rhyme the words the Gods of given talents handed down; I live on nothing more than alliteration, and a breakfast bowl of hyper bowl!

Jay lives so stressed out.

My Shoulder Dome is Decaying

Funny isn't it? The bitter lust humans crave! The tiny lies we create; the soon form a twisted world. Freedom comes with such a malicious price. What amount are you willing to give? Your backstabbing ways- Oh! What hopeless disdain! Screaming until my tiny lungs collapse, this leaves my breathless, dying in a flooded ditch!

oh yeah

one word is all to describe, beautiful.

it is what you make it.

lets make it wonderful!

Oh!

Brother Ali's new PV is awesome!

A-N-T

Phat beatmaker!

Lets move!

Keep it basic, cause if it grows to large, ya may lose face, you know there ain't no escape; to lose faking this is what it is! A sweet taste shared in a kissing nature, no whiskey can calm this hateful creature, rolling down the road without a fucking future! Understand what it is? I need those people held really close, keep them on my side with no imperfection noticed.

When talent mixes with soul

Freedom!

Father of mine.

Tears still to this day, no light to get me through, a blank stare haunts this face- perhaps longing followed through guilt, and fear. No bothers here I intake the body shutters, I bite my tongue with disdain, but all that comes of it is a bitter taste of blood. What keeps the birds chirping? What if I started again, right from the beginning, would love still bind my door shut or would I burst from the stress of day by day nonsense? That harmonica plays a tune so sweet I swore the world briefly stopped rotating and I walked along humming every note contained in this beautiful music! I cry still to this day, there is no shame in this for I come closer than ever before.
A bond undying.
If I had self- respect remaining I think it left this place with you.
Oh, father of mine!
If I had some talent before, you have given me a reason to continue our humble path.
Oh, father of mine!

Stressed Out........
( I would share a meal anytime.)

Grayskull

Bitch! We are nothing alike!

Don't give me a pound we sound nothing alike, motherfucka!

Who you fucking with?

I got so many ideals, I keep them stored in my head closed and locked with lead. What did you expect from a little person like me? Did you think I want this pain? I stress this feeling every damned day, I just can't escape this country, I just can't play like I did when I was a lad! I cook myself slowly like a turkey or poultry, now this poetry is all I got to express death on my tombstone, layed down six feet deep in the local cemetery.
My eyes fluxuate trying to hard to capture the last ray of light, but I'm turned slight to far right, and as that song goes here comes the night, here comes the fight, there goes your fucking rights! Shoot me in the face if you wan't to place some fear in the air, let those fools know that you mean business; you know what the hell I'm talking about!
You just ain't shit when it comes to law breaking, just straight faking. Fuck this crack up kinda guy, let him see where he is slacking, get him all ready and then send him packing, perhaps snag a picture and leave it on my living room rack.

Tell me what the fuck you talking about!

Stressed Out

...............

DRINK TILL I'M DRUNK NOW!

I'll blow up right in that face!

Sickest these flows that I stun motherfucka's with, you know baby I didn't wanna kill this with some little tiff; what change can this bring, I tried to sing that one song, but nothing came to my lips, tisk! Ya say cause the only word that comes to thought is, "Stress". Hell yes I am tweaked, hazy shades cover my geeking face, just like that bomb blew the fuck up right in my puking face! Tell them to stay wild, and know that I fucking hated every single day, getting faded into a hole is something I would rather not know! Weakest, this is my title for the way I crumble with indecision!

Stressed Out!
(Needs some work!)

Oh, I love those sweet beats!

Lets get high and try to follow!

Oh, please!

I'll send my request but I know what will come of it- nothing.

Stuck here waiting for a passing feeling.

Request for relief.

Now I'm beyond belief.

I am so Stressed Out!

Rejection; locked out in the cold.

Small fractions of my soul shed everyday, I awake sweaty in the early morning, this must be some forewarning to turn back, but the exit was miles back and I choose to push ahead; my destination pulls a blank from he head. What happiness did I possess? Did I ever hold something this charming? Monsters creep in the night's shade, and so must I; a demon haunts this body. Mortals speak such lovely words, but how should I take them? I took off swimming out to sea, still I remain sat in my dark room, melancholy paint covers my walls, and in that second I discover I am faceless. What memories could one have for me? I slip further from land, I am carried away by the tides of longing, but for how long can I float? In due time I shall sink, and drown, though I won't be dead, I'll be sharing your nightmares! I remove this sheet to display my beating heart wrapped in plastic- sweetly I am now someone! How could it take me so long to be what I am? I know what I want, what I need, somehow I lost sight of my goal, now I am back on target. Bright shades of yellow and orange capsize from my eyes and flood out into your chest cavity. I wish I could make this more romantic, but only now do I have more depth than a wading pool. Love can better a fool like me, and destroy the lock holding what this truly is. The rain dance will begin after this short interlude!

To what it is I give thanks.

Stressed Out
(One less nail to bite)

What means does Grendal have here?

With my words I make a list of faults, these problems I bore aid me in ending doubt- does this make me not guilty?
No thoughts on that question!

Oh! The sweet taste of lead, and blood.

Stressed Out

I love them frozen moments

Unexplainable! This feeling has been masked for so long.
Odd, cause no one knew I had it within me, sick of being fried in greasy blood seeping from my homely body, no pore can hold tight, they just fall apart, no sun, no shade, just a phat fading beat, followed by streaming gusts of inspiration, now I'm so cold, no sweat could take this dark freezing feeling; oh god, why have you cursed my name, what has my family done to deserve this? Could this all be my doing? Living on drinks made of aspirin and some unknown hope, I only pray my body can float in the thinnest chasm of the ocean. Oh! The broad ocean, please take me out to sea so I can rest peacefully, without any tears of joy, or hardship- this may be the only chance for me to live my life! Screams unbuckle from my closed mouth, these echo through all time.
Oh! Those lovely homes will drown under my impressionist inner-being!


Oh, those days will be mine!
Stressed Out!

HAH!

"If you don't cry, then you can't feel it"

And it starts to slip, breaks apart!

What inspiration do I have now? Obtained something to help my crazy thoughts.

But it slipped and I fell on the bathroom floor.
Bloody, with nothing to get up for!

Out-
Stressed Out

What should replace this unknown feeling?

I need nothing to understand my brains ways, seeing through the fakes and undeserving heads. What the fuck should I say to ya? I have less words than I have breath, and my veins start compression from the lack of oxygen getting through my body. Someone so beautiful stuck outside kicking dust in the air, if you would only let me I could free this loneliness locked up inside us.
I try so hard to smile everyday, and with every smile I die just a little inside, my heart will break from this over-anxiousness, here comes the random eye movements you use when not knowing what to say. Speech arranged from A to Z can only touch a special kinda person; in these days I can't hear any voices to help me make my decisions! Sad is the only word for those who don't understand!

Oh God.
Stressed Out

Tweedle Dee.

I get these crazy thoughts, they form the mental block, now I can't see my present, or future. Nothing can free these chains that came to drag me down to the darkest chasm in the broadest ocean. I think I am floating in the stars, and my brains is somewhere locked and filed in that homemade jar. Only if dreams had doors, ones that came and went, and ones that understood to irony I deal everyday- I missed the point in his lecture, and lost his voice in my damned thoughts, his name was Jay. Lessons can come with time, experience comes with practice, but what I have become has all been because of luck- it's just a shame that my luck has locked me out and gone to pot! The haze over my eyes doesn't prevent me from seeing the beauty of life and love, even with my daze I yearn for weeks to come, and with that thought I leave this page empty.
Blank.

Stressed Out
(Shes got a whole lot of disco friends)

How could we think we had so little to lose

I can make this brief!

Sadness that is Killing me from the Inside.

Heh! What skill do I still wield? A friendly whisper can break the walls of time. When my eyes meet that mirror I shutter to think what this monster inside is capable of doing; ruining decades to come I mumble to myself in the room's corner. Alive is all in the context and how you say it, well then I'm alive alright but hanging on my a thread of soul- Oh! How I would turn back, swim, run, anything to get me back to solid land! My voice sure does carry these days, but does anyone hear me? Hopes are just jitters jumping out my head, and heading for a heap of toppling troubles; to purge my evil I must stay the straight and narrow. With my last gasping words I mutter farewell dear fellow this way apologies can be brief when I ride into this village again one day- that is if I can find the way to return.

Stressed Out
(my nails may bleed, this is the only way my thoughts flee.)

DragonBallZ

हह.

ई डॉन'त क्नोव वहत ई रेअल्ल्य नीद इन लाइफ येत बुत तेरे इस सोमेथिंग ई हवे ओवेर्लूकेद सोमोने ई रेअल्ल्य दो लोवे.

The Babys fucking rule

Pass

Slipped once again, fell on the bathroom floor, my mistake was leaving my towel on the floor

I am an Alien

Oh yeah, shake that head, break up this displaced beat. Oh I say, this devotion is questionable but still I yearn for "it", thus I itch for "it". Love seemed alien to my special breed, with hand claps and minor aggressions I stand tall and still smile like the town fool.
Tears formed from thoughts of leaving, starting a new life is all I need, I need to dismantle my creed. Can emptiness build when you're not alone? Fear is the next step in the process; for my phobias include the day to day longing. Cheery living is the most difficult task on my checklist, but still I just drive on by and nod my head.
Forgotten is my only aim, the report had me marked down as left for dead. I seem to be fueled but these electric tomadachis, like a baby in a cradle I am living in a tiny shelter. Exploration unlocks many grand quests, what is in store for me? When will my journey begin? When will waking up in Florida ever end?

Stressed Out
(Sad, but always a joker.)

Art is Devinity

Am I real?

Rant

Crazy to the bone, no one understands what isn't real; isn't that the brutal truth? Anxiety is a brief realm of consciousness, and yes this means one is weak in the mind. Those thoughts, scrambled as they are, define my being. No one soul can steal this gem from me, because it is hidden in my head; now what could this priceless item be? Honestly I can answer it's just my freedom!

Stressed Out.

Do you know my words?

Juggle everyday with a hip little jingle.
Banjo playing at dawn with buddy killer Jojo.

Giggle

Speed Fingre!

Felt 2

Buy the "Felt" comic book!

Oh, I Beg you to Remind Me

Arms crossed in anticipation, awakening to a bright new day that is all I need; true beauty comes in waves, meaning some days ain't so special as others. I seem to fill those moments with bickering and fighting yelling away my entire life. I won't let it pull me under; so here I rest quietly in a cool winters breeze.

Stressed Out!

Oh my God, am I here on my own?

The itches come day by day, still I am fooled by the nightly twitches, my body cringes- I am nothing more than a skin missing my mechanics!
Charity won't touch me for I have nothing to brag about, or home to hold a family party- and if something is happening here I wouldn't ever know. My holly jolly life is breaking a vessel on my forehead.

Stressed Out.

Dry Heave

Oh the color is a purple/light-green; and the night before was alright, but how could the morning become so bland. It's that type of day when nothing goes right, like red kool-aid on my favorite white t-shirt.

Fuck is the only word for this kinda day!

Stressed Out

Sage Francis

Dead poet.

What is this?

Fresh is what I can't be, there must be something more for me; for us. Letting go is a way to live, being slaved away is no future( or present) for me; for us. Joking the months right out my mind, still swearing I'm blind just so I don't have to open my eyes. Is this the climax or the encore? Why can't I escape from these barbed wire fences? Truth is the Lynch mob is out to get you; fooled by a parlor trick.

Stressed Out
Stressing these days by.

New Atmosphere song

Give some motherfucking props.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvY38j7JdCk

Grendal is in it all for the kill.

Come on now just sit, relax think of none of this jazz, praise be the the god's in heaven, raise the weak for one last battle; A coming of times we all seem wrapped in- we both nod, we are both helpless.

Spooky Theme to Live By

I sense a ghost, at my family's roast, this being seems to coast around stealing all my damned toast; you see I don't mean to boast, but that foolish sprite just might ruin our party tonight. With my hosting skills losing and my brain going boozy; I guess Lucy will have to cook on Tuesday- or maybe this is April fools day. Still I'm afraid to say we just may be living in a house made of clay and lumps of hay; from this fact I shall not stray but here the truth remains a constant yellow stain, a mark left by a mangy fellow. That man walks the property at sunset but can not talk about living in poverty on his monthly salary; so I shall banish thee, with no argument or plea, you see to me you are nothing more than an annoying flea- be gone kind sir leave me in peace. Released from work he quickly turned into a rather large jerk, though everyone has their perk but this hound I swear to ya' has no funny quirk; not only that but a fool he was where he needed a spoon he insisted on a fork. Can you feel it in the wind? The sins haunt those thin gusts, they carry human dust along with our decaying rust; oh yes! What a must, but please don't make such a fuss. Whether this inspires or impairs, I hope it can aid you fire up your engine and pay that bridge fare; although when it comes down to it I couldn't really care.

Stressed Out
(A little bit of Speed Fingre came out right there)

From the Pinky Violence Collection

Never thought sex and violence would combine so well!
I give this film two thumbs and two big toes up!

Sex for you?

In a nutshell I shriek under a glistening moon; those breath-taking views herd my inner being. With heckling applause the actors take their hallowed bows; but they sit with pungent vows- indeed speaking out of both ends. Simply words that bring my pieces together, one direct blast to my mainframe and the nerve endings go haywire.

I can't take credit for view on life.
Stressed Out

Boy, you make my motor run!

Brother Ali

Station 4, Saint Paul. July 8 2007

Please can't you help me?!

This stereo on my fucking back bleeds from the sickness within, without warning my pushing fowards seems to change to me moving back, these miles in my head seem to count back, I seem to be moving back and I seem to be lacking what a human needs to go on, what could someone like you do to help? How could you watch me though falling down these steps, no aid to my bloody end, no letter in the mailbox coming to save my friends, they all seem to moving back.

Help me my friends!

Stressed Out

Can't hold emploment!

Is this my brain on fire?

Why does it feel like a hole when I lay down at night, for what reasons do I write my thoughts on parchment, and how can it free my soul? Late last night I came crashing into some place unknown, still I can't speak a lick of my own tongue. Slipping on ice can leave marks and scars, these everlasting memories burn me only to bleed for weeks. Please, oh please don't bite on me; your jaws capture everything in this area, but no words of apology breach your lips- what fucked up wishes does your mouth echo for me? Save the best for last, save your lust for the fans outside this box, because my heart can only handle seeing one failing glimpse.

The truth is in the words we exchange.

Stressed Out
(Never knew me by Jay)

Lovage

Mike Patton in the band Lovage, or Music to make love to your old woman to!

Cat in the Motherfucking Hat

And what better to do on a rainy day, but stay in the house using our brains to play. Bored already?

mario/sonic

Im in a library

sitting here with Stressed and Blonde girl doin stuff....readin about Howard Hughes and nanomachines......UOOG Bored

"We all chase money cause we scared to chase dreams!"

A feeling unmatched

It brings up some crazy emotions, even though I don't understand their actual lyrics. Amazing is the only word to describe it. Fucking Amazing!

*SIGUR ROS*

Miho Hatori

Why can't I sleep now?

simply a disappearing act, a long lived lie so happy and frail; a gentleman seems the true way to end a tale, for what reasons may I take your hand? A devil sells every ones soul, and lawyer sells the rebuilding of humanity; what a bad rap to cope with!

GO GO GO GO GO GO

Feel the twisting in your head, bite the wood leave teeth imprints.
This turn for the worse is just hurting my head, making my face turn red.
Dancing is so out of the question, without friendly expressions.
Looking around for something to do, standing here trying to look rude.
Break time comes after years of labor, a nice joy to savor.
Smiles take a lot of work, especially these days!
Glee comes with a sour sadness, one day here and gone another here.
How I wish days could turn back, longing is a trait of the hollow.
Foes set obstacles that I can't pass, crash and fall is all one can do.
My brain has frozen with spite, but with a quick light it may thaw.
Suits grow old and brittle over time, little by little.

Stressed Out!

What is this feeling called love

???

Nerves twitched. The ground is all there is to look at, while slowing rotting away; frayed are the hours to come, minutes seem more like days. Coughing brings some slight fear, how clear my case is this seems to be all I can think of.

Distrust!

Stressed Out!

Display Case

Deep down there is some eager an clawing the dirt, creating tunnels of atmospheric ends.
A colony is the only precaution told to work for; never saw the other side of the coin.
Complex is the word we seem to say, and its only funny because of what larger animals do- they look down on the ones on the ground.
Playtime consists of hunger, death by shoe, and perhaps even sun through glass; leaving one of us charred on the cement.

Stressed Out!

J.J.

Eh?!

With courageous words empires build, and fall all the same. An aristocrat turned beggar see it everyday.

3.....2.....1......ACTION!

Massive Jest

HAHA

Start It!

Bridge over oceans, a bitter taste retreats down my throat- so sweet the after thoughts.
The day I wondered to death, with meaningless chatter.


START IT!

STRESSED OUT!

Cafe du Monde

Tick! Pow! Ka-Boom!

Mayday so vast, so boundless. Simply a moment for lovers to kiss; a time for hopeless bliss- acting out of my textbook I read a line for a lovely sonnet. For my lady a breif foundness is shared, but for who I am? What hours do I tend? A barn for my thoughts to take a rest; the clock beats like a heart thuds- I am truly a lost cause.
Fill my lungs will your air, so beautiful and fair.

Feed My Brain!

Feed my brain with anger not sorrow, give those bastards something to talk about, ready for the charge, perhaps practice your accuracy, I mean prepare the feast for our hollow peers!

Tunes booming from my backpacked radio

Travel down my hood, and we shall see what tunes we play while you boom those tracks referred to by child's play. My example is just a calculated sample, and energized anthem of generations to come, and those who have long passed; only the ones I call family can know the songs I speak of. Continued the chain smoking from a lighter's spark, while parking my car in the proverbial garage; yes this is a lousy metaphor for sexual encounters, though I am sure the louts will use it!

Haha!

Stressed Out!

For Lucy

Amelia! Amelia! Amelia! Amelia!

I need to clear my thoughts.

Guy Pearce!

Big up Governor!

The names, Hughes. Howard Hughes.

Versus

I NEVER LOSE!

So Sick( Sick of it all).

Truth is a wasteland of frauds and friends, stand-by is a bitter remark in the dim miles of grey. That shadow falls hard on the addict, with no warning the waves turn violent- church is a way to stay right, but I'm just not good enough to be saved. Never to be woke, silently sleeping the sorrow of Sunday; all light brings is loneliness. Touch by a calloused hand- My mind faintly distorted.
My truth is a tongue of plenty; holy world that shines so bright.

Gone.


Stressed Out!

wii

Mental Den

Howard Robard Hughes III

Homly, is blank

All the vibrations cause pure disruption; agony is falling to your knees against the crowd's pleas. A true fool is what is sold to these hoards, a smile is easily turned into a tool. I make reasons for my short-comings, but I preach no self-loathing. An aroma that brings a silent calm, perhaps a sweaty palm; a scent of something vanished. These roads seem so long while troubled feet march them up and down; this plan seemed so sound. Dreaming is a humans escape in this brutal age, this makes glory fade through faithless nights passing. Only sometimes do I dream of that soul ripped from my chest, this remains a heavy burden. No more shall I hide this face! I kiss the ground will deep respect! Tempting that jump is, yet life holds greater bearing. For now I walk away- down that deep hole.

Stressed Out

Forever.

First We Clean

Something Else I Need.

No voice reminders, only passing chords that match your tone.
Forever missing.
Somewhat empty.

What craft? Pause, then Laugh.

Long days spent wasting away, thinking of ways to chekc these pieces. Minutes are counting down, and in pondering, what have I really learned?

Little is no good so keep thinking bigger, constant the vulture for his dinner; stay cold, and bitter. I want to help my soul become brighter, though I throw away my humanity- let the birds pick up my brittle remains.

No one truly losses, still no one gains, we stay strong, and we take what we need.

Ha!

Laughs! They make one disdainful.

Itch the bite, till it bursts. The puss is can only collect for so long. Speaking can cut a life short; fore our words mean nothing when were dead. Actions form bad habits, and with that we drop the curtain for the climax. Relaxation comes from peace and bombs are built with words- disarm, and then you'll bring hope. Howling dogs, these ones travel in packs- feast on weakness and you'll cause fear. A mere earthling needs stability in the day to day, but how can one expect changes with a lasting constant? A walk can clear you head, but we do this less and less.

less and less.

Stressed Out.

less and less.

Does this life have a cure?

I guess I am looking it right in the face.


-Poetry.

2046

Trees

Seemingly I have nothing, nor anyone. A simple equation solved with the most basic of needs. I am lost, and am all alone. There is a trap set for the game, a hunt that takes place at dawn! I am sweet, but you mustn't mistake me for lovable- a wretch is what I am, so fear my horror filled cry. I can see the ending, but I've know the outcome my entire life- home. Kings among men, warriors among women. I fight for truth, but that's a lie- the naked truth is falsified, I am only classified. Can you feel my hot air shooting down your neck? The goosebumps leave evidence of satisfaction, or is the only way out through a locked spirit- this passage is my breaking legs! A quick snap brings me to me knees, and suddenly agony all across my body; this car crushing is drove by the one you hired. My breathing slows, yet my heart pumps- though the gutter now carriers blood through the city sewers just like my pungent veins. This is what the file reads, murder in no degree. Whimpers? Whispers? Mumbles? Shouts? Nothing but the thud on the ground.


Stressed Out.

Trees grow from my remains.

If only? What a great cop-out!

Birds sing the day to dusk, this mist scatters, and my thoughts lie astray, my world crumbles with the awakening of a tiny life- a holy feeling of longing. I know what to do, yet I think my mind wrong without guidance. Lessons taught, bait is gone, yet no fish caught. Drinks around my table seem to little these days, no family I'd enjoy dining with. Amongst my peers I buckle in torment, those people I mean nothing to; bitter is the child left behind! I'd rather dream in love, than die in screams- so in dreams I drift away. Animals live the years away, while I waste away my youth in silence- I sense a hollow grimace, still I ponder. My only regret is one choice made, with no way to replace my feelings my soul goes untouched by human thoughts. I miss you are the only words I know how to mutter.

STRESSED OUT!

This is my lullaby.

Polysics Nation.

A CALL TO ARMS!

My Dreams.

I can not walk away from this feeling. Tears bare remorse for joking mistreatment. I know what I do, yet I continue this dangerous path- For a moment I see this clearly. This beat goes on, and on- time is a brick wall waiting for a speeding car. Oh! I like it alot! This looping beat that fills my bleeding brain. Swords perched for the striking.

"oh, feel the fire burn."

Perfume; Story of a Murderer

From the director of "Run! Lola. Run!"

Robbie Williams

Dues Ex Machina

The God of the machine waits in the essence of the day, waiting for a special new way. It stands all so tall, blocking out the sun to make way for the acid rain fires. It's open stock of seemingly useless propaganda, and with a pop-up and a flash, the night makes it's own way through the gates. The empty walkways, the closed off streets, It must be a sign of the things to come. Brimmed hats can hide your face, and suttle remarks can conceal your fate, but only to us, for it is the god. Sinners and pures will be judged all the same, till the day becomes new the innocent shalt rest. The human faults and cracks show a light of error that shall strike us from our jeweled thrones. The crys will carry from town to village. It is earthly nature to not sit still. We can run and we can hide, but not from it-not from what we create. From New Jersey to Kuwait and all the way to the Bering Strait, it will show us truth-and on it's own make a new.

(Something I wrote over 2 and 1/2 years ago. I published it on another blog of mine called "Latemourningj")

Love me, Or hate me.

I don't know if I am sorry for this. I see rainbow children in my right eye. I dipondent smile, and echos of light- my hope is carried on the plane across this sky. I know I was wrong, but I can't see caring anymore!

Whats a bullet now and again?

My way to be, the hate around that ball or yarn, the cats play with haunting reminders. My home is in my head; a dome that rest upon my neck! The led enters my back, with zip-zoom, the tunnel is all I see! I flip my eggs, as if my brain were in that skillet; watch the yolk of me run down through the towels. Anti-everyone is the way I choose to be, a mental execution! My fear is what bounds me, leaves me crazy looking to the sky- I choose to die with clouds, and stars. Hearts unsettled, with angry faces we all sip our drink- tilt that glass to the roof. I fight one on one without pawns, and gods; it just ends it all quicker!

STRESSED OUT!

CROMARTIE HIGH

Exits, not round-abouts

At the lightest of day break I see things grow on my couch, and as those worms wiggle around my head, I bake the lakers fans with a kicking bass line. This shit is a bit tempting but I can't be convinced while your licking your own asshole. Pick the dole bannana, then eat it whole, or take this cleaver and go to work. My thoughts need composure to break this hollow musical inspiration.

STRESSED OUT
I Say it but it's just not enough.

Spread Polysics Across the Globe

They take defeat when no one spreads their majesty. We must all work together as a whole to aid this insane band.

For the history of rock, no one hase brought it this hard, no one has given an audience member a heart attack half way into their set, until the POLYSICS showed themselves.

Oh yes my friend; comrade Banks is back!

A vain preacher on fifth street convinces me to play the blues on my frail blood vein mandolin. So I play away, away from the angery masses, making life form a new meaning. This mess of men turn into bitter body building. A cold Case file has been placed on you secratries desk, and with a swift wink he walks away with wavy facial hair.
-This leaves me at a boggled stance.
(Time for more inspiration)
Evil as day old milk, yet plain as waffle house pancakes. I am born again, but I was born to the weakest farmers family known to this region. Lies make the day pass with a firm grimace. My promises have cut me in half, and now no one can love this limbless freak- an offense to god almighty. My birth still forthcoming.
-A masterpiece consisting of my jumbled mind
(Time for more inspiration)
Baked. Is the cook who plans more than he cooks. I have this attention matched with agnoy that I placed in your body. I am sleep, I am pain, I am the lashing from a whip that breaks your back side flesh. I bend, I contort, I cure the meak, and sleak. A flash can't kill me, lightning won't strike me. Thats right no one has the testicular fortitude to take me and shove my head deep to the truth, and then bash my skull until I sing "Kaja Kaja Goo".
-I cried when you died, father do you see my newest daily life?
(Inspiration is just a waste of time)
I despise Build-A-Bear. Any warfare? Any rouges want battle? Find me, and together I shall quit this job; though without you all as my support I break like a small girl trapped underneath a hardplace, and one huge fucking rock. Calm is my precaution. Whats your daily lie? Perhaps you choose Brandy tonight; oh what a fight, I believe it to be grand, and instantly I shot the man in the corner. We all have time to dine with the freshly dead.

STRESSED OUT.