Casey honestly, at this point, did not know what to do. He was completely beyond words, beyond thoughts or hope. He was extremely tempted to give up.
The thought of seeing Meggan every day and not being able to have her as a part of her life seemed impossible and daunting. Like he wasn't man enough to be near her and not have her. And here he was, talking about her like she was a possession, which she probably would slap him for, if she heard him.
He knew where she was. He knew that was where his feet were taking him and that she'd be there and that she'd refuse to see him. But his feet and his head weren't really talking to each other r
Awake
at 5 AM
Slight pain,
muscle strain,
sweat beads
on my brow.
It didn't hurt,
like they told me.
It didn't amaze me,
like they told me.
It didn't drain me,
like they told me.
Adrenaline rush
bodies crushed
against each other
in the heat of the moment.
It wasn't inspiring
but I'll always
remember
how forgettable it was
Playing
with the thermostat
Closing
the door
Thermometer
at his side
Saving
the world
from sweating
and shivering
He's just
another forgotten
superhero
offering me an umbrella
He's too small
to beat global warming
(don't mean he won't try)
but
I'll never forget
how
he kept me warm
even if only for an hour
Though, I'm still in love
with the newspaper guy
I just can't seem
to get the weatherman
off my mind
I have recently experienced an enlightenment unlike any other. I am now full of knowledge. Perhaps if I was Buddhist I would say I had reached Nirvana. But in reality, I have only come to understand the sum of all of my problems.
I am a complete and total moron.
It, like all stories worth telling, starts with a girl. The girl Ive been in love with for exactly a year and a half as of 7:47am yesterday.
She is of course, beautiful. Shes not long legged, blonde and stunning, like the girl youre expecting me to be in love with. In fact, she defies every stereotype ever written, it would seem. She has je
He screamed as he threw a glass cup across the comfortable living room, styled very much like the one on Masterpiece theatre. The scotch and ice spilled over the floor a scruffy looking dog ran over to start licking up the mess. Damn it Whiskey, get away from that! Jason shouted. The dog whimpered and ran away, the little bell on his collar making a soft jingling noise as moved.
Dont yell at your dog! He didnt do a damned thing! A pudgy woman in a red business suit and thin glasses was standing behind him. His vision was a bit blurry from the scotch, but Jason recognized her voice. He
Casey's eyes scanned through the crowd as they shuffled into Caldwell High on Monday morning. People were running every where – trying to cram for the first period test, trying to set up equipment for the last period assembly. Everybody had some place to be.
And he was positioned next to the girl's bathroom, waiting for one specific face to come out after her morning ritual.
He grabbed Taryn's hand and pulled her underneath the near by stair case. Taryn was Meg's best friend. His personal favourite inside source. Taryn was always willing to help him because she knew how much he loved Meggan – and she thought that he could make Meggan happ
This is a poem about my life
It really doesn't matter what's wrong or right
Please don't believe every word that I'm saying
The story's not real, its just what I'm feeling
It might be confusing; it might be hard,
It's got nothing to do with flowers in the yard
But here we go it's a fast pace-quick step
Tripping over your oh too right feet to the left
I'm selling drugs on the street just to feed my friend's baby,
And we keep hoping that tomorrow just maybe
One of us will die so we can stop fighting
Until then, this painful poetry we'll be writing
This isn't a story for love or truth
This is a story of kids sneaking onto roofs
And
Casey was officially giving up.
He'd spent three days pondering how to prove he loved Meggan. And honestly…he couldn't think of anything.
There wasn't anything though. He had to show her, but there was no words, no actions…nothing that could show her how much he needed her.
Her smile was what got him through the day. Knowing he could talk to her was his primary reason for logging onto the computer. She was his light, his fire. She was…Meggan. And that was all there was to it.
Oh sure, he'd thought of romantic gestures. Flowers in her locker. Notes. Cookies and presents. Romantic evenings…great sex. Well, it was a thought. It'd be a gr
I'm already broken, stop trying to crack me.
I'm already shattered, put the bat away.
You can't hurt me anymore.
You can try to drive me crazy all you like,
I was insane long before this.
I'm reading about giraffes and gold bracelets turning silver,
Nothing makes sense anymore.
It's not a piece I'm sharing,
It's a piece of pain and hurt and bloody satisfaction,
But I won't give up and you can't stop me,
Move, I'm not afraid to hurt you
My truth is not a weapon,
It is not a shield,
It is a pole; separating us.
Thank the Gods for that.
I can't stand to be next to you,
Your smell is intoxicating,
Makes me want to see what colour
The Life I'll Never Lead
The life I'll never lead
Seems to be the one
That everyone else is living.
No one can have the adventure
That I wish to experience,
Because it's not real,
It can't be.
I want to feel so many things,
That my fate will not lead to…
Joy without pain,
Tears of happiness and not disappointment
But such is not the path I walk.
A day of only smiles,
When all sense of dread is left behind.
If it was my destiny than a life for which
I would lead,
My existence would be ensured.
As I see that life continues,
Whether or not I proceed,
I think of the path I had wished to pursue,
And I find that where I walk,
With These Hands
With these hands
I have killed
I have ended a life
As has the reaper
Come and strike me down
He called to me
And with these hands
I have committed that
Blood scores my hands
Enveloping them in disease
They scream at me
And I am nothing more than a murderer
So come,
Come if you dare
Come see the murderer's hands
The hands that may take your life
Red is my flesh,
Splattered with blood,
Some mine,
And some not
I can only pray
That he goes where he deserves
And that the clutches of hell
Come and sing their sweet,
Sweet melody of calling to me
For,
There is no time to die
When all that is left
Is two
Angels' wings aflame
the town alight with hatred
No one will save us.
Children dying on the street
People whisper, but none speak
No one will save us.
Mr. Scratch, come by night
Feel the burns of my disgust
No one will save us.
The ninth circle take over,
As the salt water wash my bruise away
The end isn't here yet.
The men holding hands scorned
Those holding guns cherished
The end better hurry up.
Pray to your god,
Pick and choose your side,
The battle is starting.
Black eyes torture white souls
Lucifer falls with me now
The Dark night rules all
The end is coming
The sun is dying
My tears be drank by the homeless
Tom
Little Bottle of Purple Pills by Genivrv, literature
Literature
Little Bottle of Purple Pills
My little bottle of purple pills
My little purple happiness
Every day,
Just one little swallow,
And your head starts swimming
I'm going crazy,
From this little thing,
Its not lavender, nor violet,
But it's driving me insane
My head's unbalanced
My dreams are dying
Nothing's real and the happiness is empty,
Swallow and swim,
Swallow and swim
It's only 150 a day,
And feeling good and joyful is coming
Four to six weeks and I'll be bouncing
Off the walls and empty as a pool without water
But, I'll be happy
It doesn't matter
I'm drowning in the chemicals
That are spinning, spinning sadness
And turning it into delight
It's n
Scream for the devil
If you think he'll hear you
Call for Satin,
In the middle of the night
When your worst nightmares take hold
Until they crush you
Into calling for evil's purity
How long till you break,
You are my puppet
No human will withstand the test of time
And time is mine
The hour glass is dripping
Your hours are at waste
Call for him,
He won't hear
Because the devil doesn't cry,
And angels don't scream
They are deaf to your cries of pain
I am your master now
Listen to my voice
Drink in the poison
It will be over soon,
Submit to me
I shall carry you
To the place of deliverance
You cannot stop me
You can only
Goodbye
Goodbye to happiness, cause I found something worse.
Goodbye to life cause it's just not working.
Goodbye to money, you were never in my purse.
Goodbye to warmth, coldness is lurking.
Goodbye
Goodbye to her, she isn't what I require.
Goodbye to him, he wasn't ever around.
Goodbye to you, you didn't help my desire.
Goodbye to me, I promise not to make a sound.
Goodbye
Goodbye to that, it's over now.
Goodbye to this, try not to cry.
Goodbye to the end, take a fucking bow.
Goodbye to the beginning, this is where it lies.
Goodbye
Goodbye to hurt, I can't feel.
Goodbye to pain, I'm moving on.
Goodbye to time, it's not a r
Goodbye
Goodbye to happiness, cause I found something worse.
Goodbye to life cause it's just not working.
Goodbye to money, you were never in my purse.
Goodbye to warmth, coldness is lurking.
Goodbye
Goodbye to her, she isn't what I require.
Goodbye to him, he wasn't ever around.
Goodbye to you, you didn't help my desire.
Goodbye to me, I promise not to make a sound.
Goodbye
Goodbye to that, it's over now.
Goodbye to this, try not to cry.
Goodbye to the end, take a fucking bow.
Goodbye to the beginning, this is where it lies.
Goodbye
Goodbye to hurt, I can't feel.
Goodbye to pain, I'm moving on.
Goodbye to time, it's not a r
So I've been of the absent for a while.
But I'm back.
Baseball's up and running like crazy, I'm obviously still as insane as ever. ^_^
I'm angry and I'm happy to report that I'm writing it all out because hey, that's what I do. So yay for me.
New pieces should be popping up soon, we'll see. ^^
Get excited, Genivrv is still alive. Whoot!
And hey, who doesn't love some angry prose to start the day?
Tonight was defineitely mad sketch.
Walking on the pier when there was huge waves and it was freaking cold. The water was freezing temperatures and there was huge wind chill.
Yup. Canada winter + lake = badness.
Woah...I looked at my dates for these things, and I only have four other entries. My dates look like this:
January 31, 2006.
July 12, 2005.
November 17, 2004.
October 12, 2003.
September 14, 2003.
Odd. They seem patterinsitc to me. But I was never good with patterns.
So..hum.
Ehn. I'm around. ^_^.
Wow I haven't updated in a while.
But alas, here I am! And possibly with a new poem soon, or some artwork or something of some sort.
But hey, we'll always have Paris, non?
Je n'ai pas de hereux dans mon couer quand tous le musique sont finis.
I'm out!
~Cab
Wow. Thanks for the comment. My grammer is pretty bad. Our band is planning on recording next week, and we should have something up on PureVolume soon. I'll drop by with the link.