Monday, March 23, 2009

The Whipping Boy

You seem to take it all out on me
I forgot how tight this choke chain seemed to be
The tugging
The pulling
Tough on my neck
Is it my fault your such a wreck?
No, you get pissy
It seems like everyday
And now somehow I hate you in every single way

Wednesday, March 18, 2009


Harassing we stare on the other side of the glass
Day by day they watch us pass
While we snap photos of their lives
We realize this is where our happiness thrives
Whats with snooping, the looking, tapping the glass, disturbing what lies
The fibbs of the mobs
We watch, we enjoy her sobs
Because our lives, they no longer interest us
So we look to the captives kept in their cages,
When really
We are the animals


I can't seem to get you out of my head
Me and her just had a fight again
Sometimes I wonder if you think about me
I can't seem to just be
I dont know whats wrong
It feels like so long,
Since I told you those three words
I can't bear to be without you
But I've got to learn to live without you
Please just tell me what I gotta do
Cause more than anything I still love you.

The Bottle

These behavioral mood swings, tainted with alcohol
They make for a fall, while you scratch the wall
Realizing the illusions and dillusions are a product of your own madness
In the mirror you inspect bruises and contusions,
pity and pain,
you expect nothing less
One last drink and your on the brink
Destrucion overtakes
The alcohol breaks
No more are you in pain, but just remember
While you were asleep, no longer looking disdain
We were conciously aware
And it wasn't fair

Tuesday, March 17, 2009



Believe it or not there was once a time
Where families ate dinner together,
Kids were almost never under the weather
A place in life where kids did not use obsinities in every other word
And they didn't have to be anebriated just to be heard
Teenagers weren't asked what they had stolen when left a store
People said please and thank you before they asked for more
So we ask why are kids killing kids,
We ask why are crazies blowing their lids?
Look to the box maybe large or small
That inhabits your house heard throughout the hall

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


You ask, and you yell, and you stirr, and you scream
For now its only blown off steam
A slap a punch a kick physically drawn
Feeling only like a pawn, in this
Game you play, and you said it would be ok
When will it finally be ok?
When will I speak my mind
When will I find the time to find me

Monday, March 9, 2009

Ani Difranco inspires all!

Ani Difranco has probably some of the most memorable quotes I have seen in a while:

I was blessed with a birth and a death, and I guess I just want some say in between

I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous

It seems that different people have an idea of what I am, and what I should be. And then there's me

Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot

Someone's got to be interested in how I feel, just because I'm here and I'm real

They taught me different was wrong