Infliction

Feb 8, 08

Pressure is building; burdensome
Heavy on my limbs; Dragging me
The mental pain; almost physical

And closing eyes doesn’t stop me
From seeing those gone reveries
What could have been and be

Something over controlling; breaking
Wearing me down; deteriorating will
The mental pain; almost physical

And closing eyes doesn’t stop me
From the scintillate mirage hope
That appears before my slivered heart

Biting lips; anxiety delving reason
Biting harsher; anger over coming
The mental pain; almost physical

And closing eyes doesn’t stop me
Wearing me down; deteriorating will
That appears before my slivered heart

*

Smile through that melancholy
Because that helplessness evolves
Anger? Anger is power. I smile
I like that power.

Do I?

I Am Poetry

Jan 18, 08
I am sweet and I am gorgeous
I am lovely and I am beautiful,

Poetry makes me, the way I move
Swift and colourful with my grace
Dancing the dance, each step my walk
Living my life, I write, I sing, I dream
Truly do you doubt? I am poetry

I am feelings, crashing falling, flying
I am thoughts, dying fading, moulding
I am self, breathing bleeding, living
I am a ghost a person a life a rose
Truly do you doubt? I am poetry

The sun is setting but is rising there
Never ending beginning isn't here
Unravel me and find more knots to knit
Create, destroy, seek, and lose me
Truly do you doubt? I am poetry

I am an echo, no thought is my own
I am my own voice, I proclaim all I know
I am surviving, knowing I'm dying
I am an angel, living in self made sins
Truly do you doubt? I am poetry

Can't figure me out, though I'm simple
A rainbow of shades of black and white
Riddles make answers and more questions
And I am beautiful in mysterious shadows
Truly do you doubt? I am poetry

Poetry is beauty and feelings of myself
And thoughts copy-me-mine, my own

Flower Blindfolds

March 10, 08
Torrents of unforgiving,
Pretty smiles may seem brittle.
And plastic dolls with real tears,
May be lost in confusion.

Street lights don’t exist,
Neither does heaven’s aura.
Flickering fireflies dance,
The only show of life…

But fireflies flickering…
May be your hope dancing tonight.
World isn't perfect; isn’t honest,
Dance to the melody of lies…
…It’s as saccharine
As the child who plucks weeds,
To place by home made graves,
To the dead and dying.

Grey skies hovering,
Blanketing and consuming,
Empty souls and opal eyes.
Sight dulled by bliss.

Overlook what’s small,
Laughter isn’t as boisterous,
As how thunderously you scream.
No rain falls today.

~Daisy~

Fabrication

Feb 3, 08

Birch Tree

Which grows in light; not wood
Each wind that moves your branch
Sings with the rustle of spring dew

Birch Tree

Circles around thy bough speak Age
Wisdom comes under your canvas
Within your roots a strange paradox

Beautiful in a corporeal yet celestial aura
Above the ground such Peaceful breath
But with the source of Life underground

Tangles and webs of mystery; an enigma
Living from sins from all eons of time
Blood soaks down; Drunk and High You grow

Birch Tree

I'll journey for the silhouette of You
The golden light of your trunk to leaf
And roots hidden; where my blood soaks

Down.

Discord

Feb. 29, 08
Dark, damp, cold. Me and home.

Tunnels, underground tunnels
Whirring and winding with air
So stale dead air. Like me.

The ground is dirt-or maybe not
Bones crushed look the same
As long. As they mix with blood.

Would you call me names and blame?
If you saw how I slunk around
My body is a whip. And I hurt.

Me, and My(and)Self and You.

I was your guardian angel
I was a highly achieved cop
Maybe. Maybe I was diseased

It started small, I may of shoved
It felt good, that rush of power
Smile. A real smile on a driven face

My last time. Was- is my last time

I needed comfort at night, blame me?
My job had no justice some nights
Whore. Bloody drugged up whore.

Death wasn't noticed, nor hers
So I did some more, blame me?
I kept your streets clean still then

A night shift. I kept your streets clean.

Headaches forming, blame me?
I had a tumour, ugly nasty thing
She was a beautiful doctor

Not like the others, so clean,
Innocent, but brought bad news
Her death felt better. Better.

I was gone then. I don't remember.

I survived that first night search
I had knowledge and I know
I won't be caught. Ever caught.

Where is the rage tumours bring?
Blame blame blame, do you blame me?
It is with the Justice.
-
Disorders resulting from metabolic or neurologic dysfunction can cause violent behavior.
Common causes include epilepsy, brain tumor, encephalitis, head injury, endocrine disorders, metabolic disorders
(such as uremia and calcium imbalance), and severe physical trauma.

Blame some?

-http://wrongdiagnosis.com/p/psychosis/causes.htm

Dirt

March 8, 08

Speed up time, for the flower
Let it bloom, and not wane
Speed up time, for the flower
Let it flourish, and not fade
As it marks her grave

Innocence can never last, anymore
Wanting to leave-The destruction
Behind.

And even the thunder cannot mask
The sirens blaring in the night
All the time.

Don’t give up now, time what we need
Don’t believe hope is gone
In life.

I know the truth, don’t think I don’t
To have one, there must be both
Death and Beauty

Speed up time, for the flower
Let it bloom, and not wane
Speed up time, for the flower
Let it flourish, and not fade
As it marks her grave

*

Unfortunately, Time is out.
And we cannot pick up grains of sand
When they have fallen
Wasted that time, and the flower burned
In acid rain,
Unfortunately.

All I swore I am

March 26, 08

Reeds and burning grass bend down in-
Satanic devotion-
By winds of my fanatical and deprived emotions,

Goddess Sun is spilling her tears upon us-
Crying, ‘Mother Lamb,’-
Slew in mortal battles in weapons of teeth,


Killing the beginning, rooting up Willow-
Burning sap of life-
Trying to get high-
Bark dying, stripping our desires so we
Lay naked, despicable sinned Adam and Eve.
Sleeping in hate-
Nightmares awake-


Leaves are changing falling down-
Within ourselves-
We drink up our own souls with greed,

Poisoned clear, like ecstasy, rain down-
Clean and clear-
As clean as tree boughs marked in cross fixation

-- Explanation
For the over all theme, it is the dying of people, of nature, how we are overall killing ourselves, and the nature.

”Reeds and burning grass bend down in-
Satanic devotion-
By winds of my fanatical deprived emotions,”

--We are killing the people, the nature, by crazy no back up emotions, just our own insanity, no point, no reason "fanatical deprived emotions"

”Goddess Sun is spilling her tears upon us-
Crying, ‘Mother Lamb,’-
Slew in mortal battles in weapons of teeth,”

--Sun is spilling her tears, goddess, for the destructions seen, ‘Mother Lamb’ is another word for
"She Who Birthed The World-And From Her Love and Joy came Man" Sorta like story if you see.
"Slew in mortal battles in weapons of teeth," is just the reference of the brutality of humans, the sheer no mercy
(weapons of teeth) seeing as we think of teeth as a crude way of violence. And mortal battles, yes well is people.

”Killing the beginning, rooting up Willow-
Burning sap of life-
Trying to get high-
Bark dying, stripping our desires so we
Lay naked, despicable sinned Adam and Eve.
Sleeping in hate-
Nightmares awake-”

--Killing the beginning is just reference to our destroying ourselves, to the very core.
The willow is just because of the tree's well known-ness. Sap, just keeping up the tree,
burning and trying to get high is two things: High for one of placing ourselves as such holy people,
as if we control; and also of the stupidity that comes with being intoxicated 'high'.
Bark dying is keeping up with the tree, stripping away our desires of a pure world, protected (like bark protects the tree)
and I say a Adam and Eve sinned more because of now they do not lie naked (as the Christian story tells)
in innocence and unknowing, but in lust and adulterous sin. The next two lines just help imagine that.

“Leaves are changing falling down-
Within ourselves-
We drink up our own souls with greed,”

--Leaves are changing is mentioning the cycle, how we are falling down in it, and how ultimately, keeping on we destroy ourselves

”Poisoned clear, like ecstasy, rain down-
Clean and clear-
As clean as tree boughs marked in cross fixation”

--The poison is clear, because...we cannot see it. Or most don't. So chosen to be blind
And ecstasy is mere mention of the dangerousness, and also how ecstasy is so...I hate to say,
but normal in knowledge of its use, that it almost doesn't carry the slur it should anymore. Hence the line "clean and clear"
I have as clean as the boughs marked in cross fixation because I wanted to use the word bough keeping the tree form,
nature. And cross is merely mention how we do this in the name of humanity...not necessarily for the religious point.