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Pristinel aka Fire Child--My poems:
"trying to forget" 03/01/04
So I tried so hard to forget all those things you said, so hurtful, so patronizing, I've forced a wall of steel deep within my soul, and I write... Remote controlled cars and puzzle pieces it's all we've grownup ourselves to be, following orders, must do as they said, you'll be nothing so that's just what I did... Green candlelight flickers on champagne colored walls, cushions shielding us from all these hard falls, we try to make it all so simple but it's just words in our heads... And I've tried and I've cried with no prevail at all, midnights and summer-scapes, every but where we lay, it's so hard to catch up and just too difficult to say, I give in, I am the let down, once again I'll play the clown, they point, they laugh, and I just get up and crawl... Bloody half life I live half-living screams of under caring I tore out their throats & made them beg I told them "kiss my toes" ensure me this day that you love me tell me nothings wrong I hear your voice I see your smile I feel your song Mention Paris with a certain flair & take me to your bed I lead a hollow exhistence and nowhere am I led you thought you'd never see the day yuo made this strong girl cry but little by little I follow you just to be let down to die Sing me to pieces flood me flood me with your lies fill my head with bitterness and walk with me in night bug filled wilderness of my mind you now inhabitate joyous ringing you're still singing & I am full of hate "trying to forget" 03/01/04 |
"rant factors" 03/01/04
"rant factors" 03/01/04
goddamn mighty mouthers with their fucking hairy asses and big honkers, droning on and on about how wonderful the olsen twins are and hey can we have just one more reality show please?? when fear factor is more like ass chapter seance voodoo quip shit then you know when it's time to cut the cable cords floors bent sway choke the lady never know what to fucking say when they tell you it was homicide it was suicide it was about fucking time to get it out let it go fuck em up and tell em no. aint no time like now to just screw yourself over stand in a crowd butt ass naked and yell I'm proud to be an american because at least I know I'm free and I don't have a clue of the men who die who give that right to me and I'll gladly stand up with my head stuck up my ass and slander america's name today, because there ain't no doubt that being a moron is better than being a man! so when you tell me one more time that oh they found the body they know the cause they can cure it and you look in my eyes and yours are cold and the only thing in them is ice like the ice in my cup cabonated caffiene queen forgetting myself again I'll pull the tab throw the dice and remember how to live. I never took no good advice and I alway make my own path, jumping up jumping down just in time for the big shot money makers white color water cooler groupies fazing in and out, it's finally time to see what you're really all about, so put your heart out on the line, on your sleeve, on the ground, Imma gon' stomp it, gon' kick it, gon' make you see, that I was alive before your existence in my world, and you'll never break me |
"random sputtering" 06/04/03
Carbonated caffiene queen such a high tolerance of pain little time for emotions you'd do anything if it meant being seen little white mouse crying out your name too much time hate is orange juice cardboard house middle of the construction yard tell everyone it's fine and send out cards sitting in darkness middle of noon always beside nothing to do candle lit memories float on the wall does hurting me make you feel tall sliver flash of mistaken harmony I gave you my love and you pissed it all away I don't think my random sputtering can really be called bitching I'm only making a reply to that which made me cry and though I do not live in vain you'll never catch me cry again |
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