Stung Eye ([info]stungeye) wrote,
@ 2002-03-19 12:03:00
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Current mood: frustrated
Current music:Awol One - Sleepin' All Day

Standing outside with one foot in the rain
It all started with a quest for the perfect felt tipped marker
The rain began to pour, as the sky grew ever darker
My final destination was unknown to me from the start and at the finish line
You can have your own opinions as long as they don't diminish mine
My quest became a timeline with it's own rhythmic heart beat
I?ve been taking notes along the way, written in quick setting concrete
We battle fear on every front, but mostly from within
The plastic gods we pray to, tell us to bare it with a grin
Now that I am my own worst enemy, who is left for me the blame
I?m writing up a short list and taking careful aim

You spent your life searching for the answers to the questions no one asks
You work->play->love->rest->eat->repeat all wearing different masks

You bottle all your deepest fears and store them on that shelf
You hide your quest for honesty but only from yourself

Life is one long countdown that you're running in your head.
6->5->4->3->2->1 When will you be dead?


You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow boy
When you meet your double
You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow Boy
Digging through the rubble


You feel guilty for all that you have done and for thoughts stuck in your mind.
wink-smile-chat-laugh-compliment It's not easy being kind.

You accept all your friends problems and you want to help them out.
When you?re with a girl though, one flaws enough to make you doubt.

You say you know all about the one who'll lie down there beside you
Eyes->hair->height->smile->attitude now you just have to find her


You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow boy
When you meet your double
You'll be in trouble boy
Tomorrow Boy
Digging through the rubble


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a poem from somebody who knows him
(Anonymous)
2002-04-09 09:31 am UTC (link)
Others smiled and called it a vacation
There and back again and I still can't describe our destination

Left wondering how and where to go next
Can?t go back without snapping our necks

It?s not easy making progress keeping one eye behind
Who would we be if hindsight were blind?

But I?m always considering what?s over my shoulder
Will the weight of the past come back and crush me when I?m older?

We?ve found ourselves in new places
Hoping no one notices the doubt in our faces

So we?ve found new ways to express the questions
Actually old ways, but to us they?re new lessons

So I?ve learned to script in my world one inked line at a time
You?ve learned to create yours with rhythm and rhyme

We still don?t know where we?re going, but we won?t be alone
Accompanied by each other, a sketch, a beat and a descriptive vocal poem

We follow separate paths along the same fine line
I follow your footsteps, you follow mine

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Re: a poem from somebody who knows him
(Anonymous)
2002-04-13 05:39 pm UTC (link)
From A "Vacation Girl":

THE SUCKER
I am seething inside
as my mind keeps
wandering back.
It always settles
into such disgusting places.
His attitude, his body,
aren't things that
deserve to be memories.
But I can't wash them out.

That one time.

I swear I'll feel better
once I've been
boiled.
or even burned.

Please
stop it from running down my throat
stop it from puking everything up
stop everyone from knowing
stop those groping hands,
groping my mind.

I feel violated.

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(Anonymous)
2002-04-11 10:45 am UTC (link)
SNAP CRACKLE POP!!!!!!!!!!!

Vacation ends up just like a fragment of your imagination.
Live for life NOW, not indignation.

When dwelling over spilled milk,
Always remember, don't forget, and never ponder, the milk man brings the milk.

Just like sand on a beach, like sand in an hour glass,
Memories may funnel into distruction.

Though someone may want to be like Buddy Holly,
Don't try to be someone you are not.
Glasses are for seeing not believing.

Your wool sweater may be itching for the next plane ride.
But the plane ride is itching for your wool sweater, you may think.

I follow mother nature.
Not the path of Imorality!

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keep thinking happy thoughts
(Anonymous)
2002-04-19 05:36 pm UTC (link)
Contemplation of fragmented figments of my imagination
Better than the thin fiction of a pleased smile in ignorant anticipation

For some it's just about smiling and getting a little tan,
Me, I'm not worried about the milk, I’ve always had a simple plan
Learned to cut out the middle man and lay down my own milk can

Now I'll spill milk just to see what shape it makes
For those who never dwell, I'm sharing the shape for all your sakes
But you have to accept the raised stakes and have the imagination this takes

Nine times out of ten, what happened once will happen again
When now becomes then, with eyes closed they won’t realize when it’s happened to them

They’ll stumble on, with an eye only for the here, now and future
Death by a billion past cuts they refuse to examine and suture

The worth of pronouncements of my supposed immorality
Discounted by the pronouncers reduced mental capacity
Compelled to comment on something you don’t understand in it’s totality
There are two sides to every story, yet you seek to ignore this duality

Those who suffer from nearsighted insight
Are out driving at night with no headlights
So squint when I shine you with my brights
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