The Fruit That Will Rot Alone

Current Mood:  Cold

Pluck the fruit from the vine

Looks so beautiful and fine

Not too callow, and not too ripe;

Wet and sparkling with dew

A berry plucked, not too soon.

Once removing this great fruit,

You find another all alone

A different shade, all its own

Much smaller and less appealing

But inside you, it spawns a feeling:

Surrounded by such luscious flowers

Abandoned and forlorn it will cower

This fruit will rot alone

To Further Explain My Love For Jim Morrison...

Current Mood:  Chill

"I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments."

"That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act-"

"Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free."

"Love cannot save you from your own fate."

"I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable."

"People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend..."

"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws."

"Where's your will to be weird?"

"I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD...I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it."

"This is the strangest life I've ever known."

"Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me."

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. ...You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask."

"I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences."

"When you make your peace with authority, you become authority."

"Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts."

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you."

"Actually I don't remember being born, It must have happened during one of my black outs."

"If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."

"You're all a bunch of fuckin' slaves!"

In Wait

Current Mood:  Enlightened

Exhale these feelings that turn inside me

Bubble and burn and writhe like snakes

Numb and lifeless like a zombie

To watch you leave and join the fakes

One in the army of the mannequin

Stand so beautiful and hollow

Disappointing to see you've given in

Breathe in your pride and swallow

Collapse beneath the shit that piles

And I will waste away in waiting

For you to come home from your eternal exile

Alone and cold I will die in waiting

To You

Current Mood:  Discontent

I will give you all that I have

I will give you all of what's inside me

My very soul within me

I will pass to you all my strength

I will breathe myself within you

Until I am no more

I would give my life to save your own

I would be yours forever more

Let me light your way

Like a candle in the dark

Let the ever burning flame

Be that of my heart

Let me hold your hand within my own

Never would I ever let you go

I will be your provider

I will carry all your weight

Though I'm heavy with my own

Lay your head down on my shoulder

Let me run my fingers through your hair

Let me tell you that I'll be there

I swear to you I'm yours forever

Please say you're mine too

You're So Fake

Current Mood:  Awake

Your desperate need for their acceptance

Your fruitless desire for their attention

You've become the queen of society's infection

The tainted smile on your face

I want to make it go away

Lead them on

Let them believe you may actually be within their reach

Then push them away

For someone higher on the chain

Become the one they all flock to

Hungry vultures feasting on your lies

Spend all your time trying to satisfy the thirst

Drain yourself, and rest in an early hearse

You may seem so real

But you're so fake

One day you'll fall under the pressure

Under the pressure you will break

But I will not let you drag him in

Lead him on

Left for dead

I will not let you bury him

Or wipe the sweet smile from his face

You must realize that he is real

And you are not

You're not good enough for him

Elsewhere, you should let yourself rot

The Ice of Lies

Current Mood:  Contemplative

Trapped beneath a sea of ice

Ghosts of people you once knew

Are the only company beside you

Put your faith in plastic people

Hide behind a see through mask

But still you'll drown in your regret

And fall away into the past

Reaching for the crystal surface

You'll find solstice in your mind

Slip away into the darkness you created

You shouldn't fake this, you shouldn't fake this

The flame of truth will give one last flick

Then go out, leaving nothing but a smoking wick

The fire that could melt the ice

Was put out by all your lies

Ode To Pepsi!

Current Mood:  Crazy

Ode to Pepsi!

Oh, the sweet taste of Pepsi

Chilled by ice cubes

Fizzing quietly in this red spider goblet of mine

Oh, how I love the taste of my sweet Pepsi

Sip it slowly to make sure you don't drink it too fast

You gotta make it last

Oh, this sweet Pepsi of mine

The Pepsi I will drink until I die

As long as it never goes flat

Written under the influence of sugar high…