Words leading to an unsteady action

Silently they speak
Their words only make us weak
We hide these words of meaningless hate
Till it brings upon an unbearable weight
It's sad how we all seem to think,
This search engine of life will bring no steady link
So put it down
Quit it all
Because if you keep talking
I will let you fall

A Piece of Advice

If you have a problem with someone, make sure its because of a personal expeirance not because of something you have heard because you may not know the whole story.

Happy to know you

We meet
I'll stare
Neither knows if this relationship will fare
But the answer is simply not fair
One past mistake ruins all
So from this high I feel myself fall
Then we'll talk once more
You say I know just how to make you smile
And it makes me happy
Though once this mood left me sappy
I know now whether the answer will be yes or no
And you may not show your likeness
I'm simply happy to know

Re-Think

Lets stop, drop, remember better times
Put down these pens creating evil rhymes
Talk about these feelings share them with all
Because if we don't it just makes us small
Please know what you do
Realize the consequence that will ensue
Don't ask me to choose, cause you know I just can't
Slowly our happiness resides at a slant
Before we accuse the unknowing of harsh acts
Know this before you all turn your backs
Your behavior has affected the problem by only keeping it in
For all, I know where you have been
Just please before we all die with this guilt on our chest
Re-Think what could be for the best

20 mins. Of Thoughts, Those of you who wonder what go's on in my head read this

*I wrote this on that Dr. Wicked thing I was gonna write a poem, then I started thinking...




The lamb quiet
staring straight
waitning to be taken
Hiding from all those who appear evil
though they are not all becoming the monsters desribed
Some are immune to the disease known as evil
The ones who did not get their unkind shots
and their moody vaccinations
These are the kids who plague they seem to plague all
all while they fall
Fall from atop their mighty podiums
The stadiums they all watch in awe as the lion
rips us to shreds we fight and we bite but there is no escape
and then we are gone
our memories simply a thing of the past
Death
Where do we go when we die?
I mean I get the heaven thing but technically we cannot ask anyone dead cause well they're dead,
unless your that guy from pushing daisies but ya know one can do that
I just kinda want the mystery to be reavealed
if you go to heaven
do your memories follow?
Will you still remember who you loved?
Love thats another wierd word kind of like death in a way they are both unknown by lots of people people also fear love like death I think people are afraid of confrontation I am afraid of confrontation Whats the point of talking thins out I mean I get It helps in the end but is just kind of scary to tell somebody about your feelings
feelings you feel for others ones we have loved
I know I feel
simply because im alive and real
Im tired of people telling me how i should be
isnt it just easier just to be me
Cause you can pull apart the clothes and take off the make up
That makes you But in the end your always made up
It is kinda of a wierd thing Love i mean
I think I felt it once but in the end it felt more like a gunshot wound to the chest
Its like a huggee test
When you get an A you feel the best
When you fail you feel like the rest
Its pain and agony
Pity and angst
ya thats what love is
Its kind of like milk
It is great for a while
But after a couple of weeks it gets sour
and if you keep trying to drink it
It'll kill you
Noow im not saying this is love for mee
but the common teenager may feel this way towards someone and then feel totally opposite one day I think We are bi-polar when it comes to these things
I know when I say I love Someone I mean it And I cant stop loving someone after a day I mean im not a super human
Im a teenager for Chrissake
What do you expect
You know what gets on my nerves
Never ever tell someone they have never loved
who are you to tell them how they should feel
YOu cannot know what they have experienced with whom
I mean dont get me wrong some are confused on what they have felt but some are not positive
and that brings me back to me y general
point life and death

Feeling

There is something I feel
I feel the walls of my heart peel
Everyday I dont see you
Is another day I need you
In the pit of my gut
Down in this rut
I miss you

Holocaust

Put on your hat
Strap on your tie
Get in your car
Be ready to die

There's no going back
Once we find what you lack
You'll give us no flak
We'll be sure of that

It seems to us, cause we are the we
There is no other place for you to be
You are our Stimulus, the package we seek
There's no way out, once we hear of a leak

So we'll shave your head
get ready to go
Because in the end you are our show

Real life Math

A man leaves his house (point A) at 5:45 pm
A woman leaves her house, (point B) on the opposite side of the town, at 6:00 pm
The man and the woman travel 3.0 mph until they reach the exact center of town,(point C) meeting each other
How long will it take for the man and woman leaving point C to realize they are perfect for each other, and they just missed the one chance of happiness they were going to get?

Who Is Matt(y)?

I am the darkness, the cold

that grips you heart

I am the stare that has seen through you from the start

I am the nightmare, the protector of all dark and unseen

I am who they warned you about

The one who kills

With my words of course

So swiftly its like you never knew

And now I ask

Who are you?

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

Animosity

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

Her

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

1950's

Generations

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

Implications

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

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