Empty Pockets

i will start this poem
the same way i start every other
by saying how much i hate the world
its greed
and gigantic size
technically i live in poverty
but it's just a stage in my life they say
so i guess i know how others might feel
but i have what they don't
a chance for hope
of a time when i can look back
and laugh because i can
at a time when i couldn't
i miss you though i shouldn't
but if i try to make myself not
i don't feel right at all
and i ask myself
if i love her so much
why do i feel empty?
isn't love supposed to fill me up
like i was some sort of gas tank?
this love could take me far
far enough to see you again
but it's never enough for you
i am a wreck
just a pile of skin and bones
left from what used to be a person
with a happy heart
and empty pockets
but now my smile is up side down
like that car in the ditch
i'll never be rich
and all i can say is
life is a bitch
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# Posted on Friday, 14 December 2007 at 11:44 AM
Edited on Saturday, 15 December 2007 at 2:41 PM

My Thoughts

sometimes i like to think
that i have a little faith
that i have not given up on god
but maybe it's just bait
that i set out for myself
so i can get caught up in a trap
with no where to go
like a trophy on a shelf
and i'd collect dust
the only thing that i can keep
because i can't change the world
these words are practically free
if they will ever be worth anything
i will be quite surprised
becaues it will mean that poetry has gone downhill
my thoughts, they are unorganized
my thoughts, they are unclear
my thoughts, they are impure
my thoughts, fuck them
somedays i don't know
what i should believe
should i belive in love
or hope
or god
or just don't believe
in anything at all
but it's true that i know nothing
of death
or life for that matter
but maybe one day
i'll know who i am
and know if my thoughts
hold any potential
or any kind of worth
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# Posted on Monday, 10 December 2007 at 7:58 PM

Not Much Worth Laughing Over These Days

sometimes you just want to laugh so bad
that it makes you want to cry
there isn't much worth laughing over
but that doesn't mean you can't try
and just when i think that i'm doing well
i know that i'm not at all
why can't i pick myself up?
why can't i climb this wall
and overcome the burden
of my heavy heart?
even after i try so much
to heal myself through my art
but i am just repeating myself
it's getting old
there's snow on the ground now
but it's not what i've been told
the world's just getting warmer
with the firey passion of hatred
and the polution in the air
i threw it out, but you still ate it
my heart might be a tastey snack
it will fill you up for a short while
but you always see the worst in me
and so i find it so hard to smile
i respond by what is expected
and i'm getting tired of my life
as i feel the pools of water grow in my eyes
and wait for another body of water to arrive
i laugh to escape what i thought was a dream
turns out it's a lack of self esteem
but what do you expect when we both
put me down and stop my growth
so i'll laugh and i'll laugh
until my stomach explodes
so i'll die on the couch
and you'll see what i wrote
on this night of loneliness
and of depression
"life's too short"
is just an expression
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# Posted on Thursday, 29 November 2007 at 4:18 AM

MP3: Songs Of The Living Dead / Dead But Still Breathing (2007)

Songs Of The Living Dead / Dead But Still Breathing (2007)
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Album: Songs Of The Living Dead
Year: 2007
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This is a poem
For all the depressed kids
that realize that life is fucked up
and it's almost not worth living
but all these kids
are turning into zombies
eating eachother
and spreading the disease
they are all scared
just like me
we are growing too fast
like an uncontrolable weed
in the perfect garden
that our parents tried to raise
but me and these kids
we are blind
stepping out in to the street
cars pass by so secretley
like the hatred we have for eachother
things pass by
and we might feel it
but we will never see
and our hands are blistered
our backs are cracking
our feet are bleeding
and our heads are collapsing
we are dead but still breathing
being pushed like cattle
into a world that's too big
for kids like us
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# Posted on Tuesday, 27 November 2007 at 12:49 AM

Burning. Rising.

when i think about it
i guess i am
a burning a building
i can't hold in the flames anymore
i am crashing down
and i'll take as many with me
as i possibly can
i started out warm
with a redish kind of glow
on my pale face
but now everytime i open my mouth
i spit flames of hatred out
when i think about it
i guess i am
the rising price of gas
that everyone hates
i started out cheap
but still poluted the air
and as i empty the bank accounts
of those who have nothing
in the first place
something newer and better
is on the rise
i will be replaced
and only the devoted
destroyers of the earth
will stay by my side
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# Posted on Monday, 26 November 2007 at 7:44 PM

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