Snakehips
Andy's friends started a band called the Waverley Wearers, and since he couldn't play an instrument and they needed a drummer, they let him play drums. But he couldn't keep the beat and soon they grew tired and replaced him with a snake-hipped washout who claimed he was almost somebody once, but this was probably not true. On their first gig without Andy, the Waverley Wearers and their new old drummer got spotted and signed and were on their way to world domination. Or so it felt to Andy. Really, they were stuck on a bottom scraping small town tour opening for a band you've never heard of, unless they have "the poor man
Skellington
No one knew where the skull had come from. It might have been in the drama store for years. It didn't really matter anyway, as, for the moment, no one was paying it any attention. They were too busy preparing for the school play. Jocelyn was running over the final script, crossing out the references to anal sex the year twelves hoped she wouldn't notice. It was a bad move to let them write it themselves, but the class was so enthusiastic. And it would have been fine if the head hadn't decided that they should perform it at the end of term for their parents. At first Jocelyn was thrilled, until she realised the amou
Words of love and words of pleasure
Forever I regret that I did not measure
The lengths you went through to make me smile
Sometimes I end up in tears
As photographs recall the years
Long gone when you tried to make me smile.
Screaming to the sky for you to wake up
Screaming to the sky for you to look up
And see me smile because of you.
I can't pretend I hate your photograph
But all I truly loved was the sound of your laugh
I fill the room with lilies
And they whither on the sill
There's a hole in my foot where I stepped on the plug
There's a hole in my heart I can't fill.
There's the painting you once gave me
A nightscape forg
Something old is new again . . .
Something once destroyed is
Vital now
Something came up and we're not the same
We need a name and we need it quick
For the posters now
And the vital sounds throb and set the world
Aflame
As debris comes raining down
So much hassle over one piece of land and
The piece of mind
If it's easier let them have
A piece of mine
I won't need it where this
train stops
And all the drops avoid me
'Cause mindlessness is protection
Where I come from.
They mark a black X on my hand
"Never forget where you come from"
And the beaten drum, and the stars above, and the taps above, they smell so sweet
or mayb
Where am I going, what am I doing,
And why do my wrongs come to haunt me so?
In me, you saw eternal afternoon
And by night, I was the moonlight's sweet glow.
For you, I was jewels, precious jade and jet.
You made me rich as I faded away.
Secretly I was minerals of earth
Hidden, unmined in the cool breeze of day.
I said I was beach, when really was cliff,
Storm provoked waters pretending serene.
Through this, I prayed your fingers weren't cut on
My precious glass shards, the black and the green.
You are not me, but the reverse is true:
I am part you, forged for pleasure from pain,
Keep me seperate, it's easier than
To join. The
My Emilyn. It's strange to say it now, but for a time, she was mine. I wouldn't say that we loved each other - we weren't naive enough to call what we had that, but what we did have...it was something...I don't know. Even all these years later, I don't know what we had. A mutual longing for something we never found, somebody more poetic than I might call it. But we did have something, and she was etched into my mind, whether I wanted her there or not.
Emilyn died when we were eighteen years old.
And I had mourned for her. I never understood death. Before Emilyn, it had never meant anything to me. My father had died a few years before I me
My friend who's five foot two,
Whose life is in descent,
Since they won't let her sing
Using her own accent.
And I long to find a soul
Who will share my punishment
But I'm stuck with fools who work
To negate the government.
I woke up in the dark
I tried to slip away
Til I remembered the place was mine
I looked onto the street
I tried to hide away
Til I remembered the world was mine.
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Where were you when I needed you?
I'm not one to be filled with doubt
But love shoudn't be left at home
Listening to music with lights out.
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I dabble in confidence,
But the quiet treatment fits
So everyone thinks I'm shy
While I try to get a grip.
My darling boy, you have killed me.
In little time, you have filled me
With the kind of icy cool touch
That no one but I longed to see.
You see? Why indulge me so well?
I deserve to be dragged through hell,
Torn and ripped out the other end,
Seeing things I could never tell.
But my unworthy soul of ice
Has softly melted, all is nice.
Why did you go and love me so,
And, at last, kill my life of vice?
or...Life and Death in Circles by MacDoherty, literature
Literature
or...Life and Death in Circles
"A Dull Poem Looking Forward To Autumn,
or
Life & Death in Circles."
Why curse the summer night
For emptiness of sky,
Or that the breeze can't sigh
Like love set you alight?
Welcome the russet trees
Instead. Watch the leaves fall.
Take time to count them all.
No death, when this brings ease.
Take comfort in death's cost.
There's joy within the strife:
Take time, grow love for life,
Mourn those you think you've lost.
(Forever will you yearn
When the lady won't turn.)