Crayzee
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: nothing
Topic: Poetry
Crayzee...

Stark and white, medicinal,
scrubbed and kept clean too,
The blankets and the mattress,
No security for you.

The therapy, the emptiness.
The sadness and the sorrow,
The hope that’s in those patients eyes,
Will it be there tomorrow?

The screams that fill the night-lit halls,
The cries that break the calm,
The restraints that hold you to your post,
Are wrapped around your arm.

The doctors, and the nurses,
The needles and the pills,
The humour in the orderlies eyes,
Oh fuck those doctors bills.

Hold her still, don’t let her go,
We need to calm her down,
The needle sticks into your arm,
And in emptiness you drown.

When your going home? You’ll never know,
Your doctor only chuckles,
And around your body it’s secured,
All tight with belts and buckles.

The room is still, the light is bright,
You can’t hear yourself above the din,
Of raucous laughs, and painful screams,
Part of the loony bin.

Your family, they deserted you,
They never come and see,
The pain that you are going through,
To let your mind be free.

Inside your mind you tell yourself,
That this cannot go on,
But nobody comes and stops it,
Or thinks your treated wrong.

Lying in this quiet,
Your breathing soft and low,
You tell yourself that you’ll survive,
No matter where you go.

Leaving Early
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: nothing
Topic: Poetry
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Leaving Early

They see her through the window, smiling through her tears,
They saw the way she’d looked at him that day,
And those thoughts, they have her troubled, as they have for years,
For they know it’s her that stole his heart away.

They met when they were children, their mother’s - they were friends,
And they grew up really hating one another,
They were the worst of enemies, and the worst of friends,
She treated him just like an older brother.

On the day she graduated, her mum and dad were there,
And so was he, his mum and dad were too,
She smiled at them all, so glad that they had come,
To share her thoughts and hopes of life anew.

Thanksgiving came around, they were all together again,
All Laughing and all sharing a toast,
When she looked across the table, that boy was now man,
And had disappeared, as if he were a ghost.

Excused, she went out searching, looking all around,
To see if there was something she could do,
As she came into a clearing, in the middle of the yard,
She saw him sitting down, he saw her too.

“You look so amazing” he calmly said to her,
“I’ve loved you ever since I was a kid,
But I just couldn’t tell you for fear that you would say
That you hated me and then you ran and hid.”

He pulled her slowly to him, and gave her a gentle kiss,
And then she slowly kissed him softly back,
“I love you too” she whispered, “I really, truly do,
And having you in my life is all I lack”

She heard a voice then calling them, to come into the house,
So hand in hand they walked across the lawn,
How was she to know that in a year or two,
She would be alone and he be gone.

As they reached all the commotion, their parents, looked and stared,
And their mother’s both had smiles upon their faces,
“At last you are together, we’ve been waiting all these years.
And we’re glad it’s finally happened, goodness, gracious”

His father, he then stood, and sadly he looked down,
And looked from him to her, his face emotion,
“We should not go in haste, for we have little news,
Our son has been conscripted to fight for our nation.”

“He leaves at oh-eight-hundred, I think that’s how its said,
To fight for our nation in World War Two,
And I’m sure he’ll be back sooner, than later” he said,
“I’m sure I would, my girl, if I had you.”

The night had surely ended, the guests were all in bed,
They sat under the sky, for she was crying,
“Don’t be afraid my dear, I’ll come back for you,
For I’m not going over there and dying.”

They had a night of passion, as any couple would,
And he vowed to her that he would never die,
She smiled up at him, and looked into his eyes,
As tears did form and he began to cry.

Two years went slowly past, when, on that faithful day,
A knock upon the door woke her from sleep,
Staring at the soldier that stood across from her,
The red letter slipped from her hands down to her feet.

“Mummy, who’s that man?” said a little girl
“Is Daddy coming home, and can I meet him”
For she was his daughter, whom he would never meet,
And the girl he loved would never again greet him.

With a little kiss, like on that thanksgiving night,
When he promised her with all his heart and soul,
That he would come back for her, like a handsome knight,
And sweep her off her feet, till they grow old..
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WHEN.............
Mood:  cheeky
Now Playing: NOTHING...
Topic: When.....
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WHEN...

When it comes to Armageddon,
and the world is dark and black,
when the world is darker longer,
and the day's are what we lack.

When the cold seeps through our bodies,
and the sun hides behind the smoke,
when the world is no longer suficcient,
and our lungs it tries to choke.

When all the living species,
upon this place called Earth,
Dissappear below the ground,
buried under its wide girth,

When all that we created,
becomes a pile of useless rubble,
when our life becomes a nothing,
and God has finally burst my bubble.

When this, in my mind, is for the best,
and nothing is what it seems,
I die in my heart every day,
in sleep and in my dreams.

When the rumble starts beginning,
and the impact is direct,
I hope we are together,
our souls as one, CONNECT.

When, finally, the asteroid hits,
and I am clinging to you,
I hope that you will think of me,
and say you love me too.

When all of earth is dying,
and we sit and deeply sigh,
I'm really glad that I'm with you,
and in your arms I die.

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Love Gloria

Where are the Children
Mood:  flirty
Now Playing: Tipsy - J Kwon
Topic: Poetry
Where are the children who's parents were killed,
during the war in Vietnam?
What are they doing, are they doing good,
or do they need a helping hand?

Where are the orphans, who's parents were bombed,
during the war in Iraq?
Have they a shelter, a house to live in,
or sleeping on a bench in the park?

Where are the children who's parents were shot,
during world wars 1 and 2?
Are they successful in the life that they lead,
or do they work on a road crew?

Where are the children, who's parents have gone,
their spirits returning to god?
Are they the ones who are running the polls,
and making new parents get shot?

The Hitchhiker
Mood:  blue
Now Playing: When the war is over - Cosima
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The Hitch Hiker

His clothes are hot and sweaty,
His mind is in full swing,
He has an idea what he wants,
And wonders what today will bring.

He's waving cars down for a lift,
And needs to get back home,
Cause he's been working in the silo's,
and he's little wife's all alone.

They needed all the money,
he couldn't get a break,
So he left her alone,
To work and keep her safe.

The money that he always earned,
he saved it all each day,
So he could give it to her,
When he arrived home that day.

But he didn't know the consequence,
of walking down that lane,
until he was lying on the ground
with a bullet in his brain.

He walked in on the wrong deal,
to walk in on, it seems,
and his little wife, alone at home,
will only see him in her dreams.

If he had got home easier,
and had lived to see the day,
His wife would have told him,
That a little one was on the way.

He never did a damn thing wrong,
And tried only to survive,
And to help his poor old family now,
He'd have to be alive.

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Gloria

In The Heat Of The Night
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Seether - Broken
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In The Heat Of The Night

In the heat of the night,
She tosses in her sleep,
remembering the times,
you told her she'd be the one you keep.

You told her that you'd never leave,
that you'd be there when she awoke,
but then you left her all alone,
why all the lies you spoke?

She knows not that you have gone,
Nor when you will be back,
And her dreams are filled with thoughts of you,
And the commitment that you lack.

Her face is red, all glistened with sweat,
her breath is slow and deep,
How could you leave her all alone,
when she is fast asleep?

When she wakes up, what will she see?
Will she cry out your name?
Will she see all the things you could have done,
before you caused her so much pain?

In the heat of the night,
while she was fast asleep,
you dressed quickly into your jeans,
and out of her life, you did creep!

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Gloria