Message Archive
just don't
by Cora
2002 August 31
don't tell me that i don't satisfy the reaction of your grief..don't tell me that i look the other way when my hands don't remain folded..why do my hands feel cold?..for i need to move this pain to the back of my mind..meditate on whether i know where it comes from..i know..i know..where i stand when i wanna sit..while everything else crumbles before me..i run in shooting arrow distance to where i wanna be straight ahead..working through ...wilting no more..alasting through strength i never knew i had...just don't tell me to just sleep under the bench you sit in while reading the paper for i shall perch in the trees above to look at your insignifance below me..
I'm
by fallerte
2002 August 31
the grey ash in the corner, awaiting the vacuum cleaner!
below me
by Cora
2002 August 31
bellowing with the wind carrying echoed disonance..a plane that creeps low to rip the top off your fervur..the mental alabis trying to calm representation..the feel the loss the laughter no longer applied when you fall on me and try to stay there..for i spit in your face and metaphorically punch your stomach..to get what you don't understand..i see it..i see death in you and no longer harbor angst of pity for you..below me there i stand up and you rot lying on your side asking to get a lift a hand and i walk on...while you below me
for you see
by Cora
2002 August 31
they try to take me in you keep me hidden but nothing left to hide the glow ..for you see i am here whether known or not i could care less for i do not live for you..i walk with head high but not cocked in directions i so to run into things..the generation gaps only an obstacle to you for i walk around them you stop and try to move through..for you will never get what i say and where i go i move on even though you keep pulling this chain on my neck that leaves a hollow thorn in my side..but you see its crystal and i shard it away..step aside and let me do what i do and beat with business i attain to..pay attention only to frustrate for you think unalike me and milk me to get answers that i do not have for you..for you see i am on the other side of the street when you are still trying to understand the question of how to cross it...
crossing signs
by Cora
2002 August 31
that others call a hex..i don't know what i throw out..i don't wanna know..i amidst the adorning day..the mystery calling and leaving no message a leash of sighs present leaving the dead air..breaking silence in the end..for the end is not here it doesn't stop ..you taking blame and throwing it somewhere else to take the light off of you..you taking comfort in thinking you know when to die..i don't know you don't know..just live to live not live to die..what is worth the rest if that is so just end yourself now and save me the grief of pulling you along..here in this webb i clip through and never get caught as you recreate more and more to make me stop..i continue i jump in rivers of blood to save the babies and fall in black holes to understand..
the rhythm
by Cora
2002 August 31
ripping through my heart..my soul a sound i cannot describe..for i don't know the words..i jump into sunrises and dip in the dusks..the stars and moon talking in best conversations..with out the words but just a look to me..and never shaking heads ...rely on nothing no lust no pouring of indulging degrees..wear my naked on the outside and want more and nothing less..peel off my face and feed to the mesquitos...for i'm tired of remarks..made to be a peice of meat..so i lost my job yesterday and i want to be glad..it's all the same..not who i am..i'd rather struggle and live on the streets than live in material that doesn't belong to me..i'm ready..i ready to move into a forum where i know less and crave more..for i am hungry and just recieve scraps from others..starved to know more than just lies..for i feed them truth..truth as truffles and they just spit out in grief..the sideswiped details they taste as mismixed fruits..the rhythm..the seige the light the dance of where to be of what of you do you feel the seance as a creed and rumble through the passing streets and hear..but do you honestly feel and understand what i say..i walk on