Corrasion Of All Shit Creativity
Here is some of my poetry, which was mostly written when I was very angry or happy, so I'm sorry for words which may offend you.I don't really understand Angelfire, so I could only fir like 3 poems on this page, but If you go to http://www.angelfire.com/dc/clefairy/morecorrasion.html
you will find lots of my GOOD(erish) poems.
And becuase my mind mostly functions in sex,drugs and punk, you may find my poetry boring.
But hey, fuck you.
The Happy One
- This world is dark and cold, it's black and empty, this world is sharp and fake, this world is more real than you truly want to know. I'll never win I always blow it. I hate myself. My way of life hates me too, and I cling to it, not copied but replicated. The echo, the shade.The bubble on my chest has made me so sick, I want to climb out of this big black hole we call earth, as I drag myself to a corner and cry alone. The shit, the cold, the grey, the old. The dust , the dark, the mess, the bark.This fucked up world it's all a con. That's why they call me the happy one.
Neutral Crossroads
- Searching for a feeling, scanning my memory to reminise. Instead I write of this blank feeling, the one I use to search for others, more intricate, passionate memories, so you will want to read on.But this one, just right, on the verdge to take flight. I can pick any hole, any hole at all, dip into that day and re-live it again.This neutral crossroads in my brain, which can pinpoint any one of the millions, take the mood and revive.Survive. My brain analyses my thoughts on it's sudden new position. Pouring chemicals into me, mixing and entering, until grey matter is content. At ease with me. Me and my no-body.
Time Of Our Fucking Lives
- Summer days, burning skin, this is the time of our lives when we choose within. Choose to give up, or decide to go on, make it quick or the boat will be gone. It all comes together, the sun shines on, the future round the corner,I know I'm not wrong.This is the time. The time of our lives to have fun. The type of fun to look back on.Have these feelings deep in our hearts, pathetic feelings, so happy it hurts.The perfect feeling in long grass fields, smoking ,drinking, skanking, deals.The free spirits within us, guide us through the day, never return home or arguements you'll pay. Welcome to our world, a world of drugs, a world of punks, heavy metal and hugs.